tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298521022024-03-07T13:38:56.266-08:00junipers_in_the_sunjunipers....ahhh...love this word....it sounds like "jumpers"...."bumpers"..and everything thts not really like the Juniper!..they're easily the toughest plants for the landscape...but the beautiful shades one finds them in..lustruous dark green,blue,silver blue and and every possible colour one can imagine ..basically this is one plant tht describes me the best..different moods(like the colours) and tough from the outside..yea its true Im a Juniper!!!hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-69560762162810964412011-05-11T00:59:00.000-07:002011-05-11T02:34:37.211-07:00a stranger in a familiar worldWhen you first get away from home to come to a 'home away from home' there's only one thing your thinking in your head, while laying in the plane..imagining how this new place is going to blow you away. For me peculiarly enough, i imagined the streets, the people and the lifestyle and thanks to my unquestionable love for the cinema and other media, my thoughts on my way to this new home left only one thought in my mind .. is this it? ? When i first reached Berlin , nothing much appealed to me for the first few days..the streets , the buildings, the landscape, the people..everything was too perfect to question , just the way i thought it would be! <div><br /></div><div>So well i did assume that people would know that this is not my home, but soon enough i realized ..wait a minute i am still on earth, ain't i? this is it, this is my home. It may sound silly to call every place your in that moment your home, but its a strategy , its that sense of acceptance , that you respect and believe in the city your in, and then before you know it , the city has wrapped its arms around you, a warm welcome hug and just stays that way till you leave and take all those memories back with you on the plane to your part of the earth.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not surprising that in the event of being here to pursue education in architecture , for the first few weeks i did feel like i didn't need to be home, this was my break and this was my chance to explore and do everything i have ever dreamed of doing. You know the only difference in this home and my very home is time. When you are , where you are forever, you tend to take time for granted. You feel like you have all your life in that one place and there's nothing more that you need to pass your time, it just flies. However this was not the way i felt in my new home. I knew it was to be a part of my life for only the time i was granted and that in this time i had to make the best of what i could. So here i was, walking on the streets , day by day they grew familiar to me, day by day i knew my way around the city and stopped feeling lost or scared .</div><div><br /></div><div>Everyday at the train stations , its a dull moment . So here i was day by day getting 'dulled' with the rest, cause that's what you do..you be a part of the city mood. But later when i started to take my music with me wherever i went, i started to look at things differently. Every one of those dull moments, would not be dull anymore. Every dull face i walked past on the station had a tune to it, and slowly i started to think about their lives, their routines and what could be done beyond a better infrastructure. The travel part is one of the most convenient things you would encounter when your here. There is nothing to be dull about, the trains are yellow, sunny and cheerful, loaded with people with different stories, different moods and not to forget different clothes. Its interesting how when you travel for a while in the train everyday and develop this sort of strange bond with your neighbors in the train, without talking or sometimes even looking, but you acknowledge. And then there are these days when a musician walks into the train and breaks the ice, strumming his instrument, getting people to tap their feet, finally assuring me some sign of life in the yellow carriers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Everyday on the streets of Europe is a ramp walk to me. People are so attached to their appearance and its wonderful to see how people transform from one outfit to another. As materialistic as this may seem, its quite appealing for me. Even if your in a park just sitting and reading a book , bathing in the sun .. you simply cannot avoid the ramp walk. There is such an exclusive aura in all the stores and supermarkets here that one cannot help but look with awe. Its amazing the energy in these places. There's people being calculative, there's people just looking around for some luck and then there's of course the obsessive compulsive people who need to be there to let go of something else . And then people walk out of these places with immense happiness, something you'd miss sometimes on the streets. Spoilers or not, these places really cheer up people, personally for me..it doesn't matter if your a customer or not, its enough that your the audience. The best way for me is to put on those glamorous shades and stroll around (the shades put you in character ), look around without people knowing where your looking at , but you'll always know whose looking at you. </div><div><br /></div><div>So at the end of the first month, i started to feel more and more at home. What i now wanted to know was people. Enough of the looky looky i said to myself, i want to be a part of it all. So for the first time in my life and not the last, eric capton has always showed me the way. So here i was eager as i could be to witness his concert in europe, and so then i decide to use mark zuckerberg's networking medium to look for anyone interested in joining. And yes, mark's a genius. Though the concert looks unlikely now, i found company. So now things got a little more normal, i knew immediately that i was not the audience no more. So with company and all... this place became more of a home to me. But one thing always surprises me, all these people from all the world and meeting them and working with them, why is it that its soo amusing to them that they're associated now with an Indian....amuuuuuuuuuuuuuusing! I mean common if i'd never told them my nationality , i wonder how different things would've been. But this just got me thinking, being from India and not just Pakistan or Sri Lanka or China, but INDIA ,makes such a difference to what people want to know, they develop sort of this sudden interest in knowing about snake charmers and poverty. Its exciting to share knowledge and enlighten people, but at the same time a little shaken. At the end of the day its great to know that this planet , the way i look at it is my home, and that's the only thing that makes me feel at home no matter where i travel to, from the plane all you can see is green and blue and as you get closer you see a pattern of your destination. its thrilling the time your just about to land.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well all said and wrote, i don't think there's anything like sitting in Berlin at a theater and watching the screening of a movie 'seven islands and a metro', yes a documentation on a place back 'home', so familiar to you and you suddenly feel yourself getting lost into the movie and the memories it brings back from a far away land. its magical. a perfect end to a perfect day in berlin for me was listening to a familiar number , seated amidst berliners....and nobody disagrees to the magic...and in the background slowly playing and soon fading away ..a golden voice ....</div><div><br /></div><div>'mud mud ke na dekh mud mud ke'</div><div><br /></div><div>its wonderful, its perfect and its reassuring yourself to live every moment and never look back and regret.</div><div><br /></div><div>life is beautiful :)</div>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-23293183172116092102011-03-21T12:46:00.000-07:002011-03-21T12:51:30.017-07:00i vow to-well one most important thing about this city:<div><br /></div><div>food-must visit mustafa's if your ever here and curry 36</div><div>bier bier bier bier- berliner kindl,pilsner,erdinger,schultheiss. love.</div><div>wein auch- all of them-mostly rotewein.</div><div>and well kleidung-ahhh just today i went windows shopping and i believe i can't resist-damn one needs to shop here i feel like the woman in 'confessions of a shopaholic' . even if your not one you will turn into one after coming here.</div><div>laaate night clubs-the best (yet to explore)</div><div><br /></div><div>before i start missing it all .... hummmmmmpf!</div>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-32832034139779860452011-03-19T05:07:00.000-07:002011-03-19T05:30:57.273-07:00die BerlinerLanded a while back but blogging just now ! Well everytime i thought about blogging i thought to myself quite often..where should i start? Berlin is sure virgin to me :P but there's sooooo much one could say about this place just in two weeks. Firstly there's something insane about mood swings here. you know once you have them that you have definitely arrived here. And its always in sync with the weather. Its interesting how back in India i manage to never let the weather really get to my nerves .Surprising but yup. the first one week here i walked around the streets and i didn't really not feel at home but what was different was 'how much we walk here'. Back home i would never dream of walking 7 kms everyday but that's where i see the difference-The weather.You would never regret it here cause its just the right way to do it!But then there have been times when i would wake up and say-'where's the sun?' and then you just sink in back and walk around grumpy!Its okay here cause everyone you would meet would be that way too-well common 6 months of winter is immensely depressing. I wonder if it would be right for me to say in this context-India is overwhelmingly hot!<div><br /></div><div>You know weather apart you would meet some really warm people here, no matter the weather-but only if your lucky. And yes i am!What's beautiful about sharing an apartment-flying half way across the world and staying with strangers-Wunderbar! At the end of the day you realise it doesn't make any difference really-its just the right people you need to meet-who cares then european or indian (or half Indian ..hehe). Then you have those beautiful days where you can just relax and sip on some wine-smoke a few and learn how to too :P and talk about nothing at all.You know its weird cause one minute you feel like 'wait a minute i'm in a strange land ' and then when your home sitting with friends you realise this could be just anywhere in the world and it wouldn't make a difference. There are somethings you enjoy so much more in good company and for me i realised i may kill myself sooner but i love the time i spend with my friend here laying in the balcony and smoking and talking about- 'smoking can kill us, we must cut down' and then you have another wise friend who would come around to make you feel better and say to you 'hey it's better that you burn away, than fade away'..haha.</div><div><br /></div><div>ich möchte Deutsch lernen</div><div>aber das ist so schwer</div><div>ich versuche und versuche</div><div>aber das ist so schwer</div><div>man kann nicht 'deny'</div><div>ich liebe berlin und ja</div><div>Deutschland.</div><div><br /></div><div>a link to one of my first few favourite german songs-peter fox.</div><div><a href="http://www.myvideo.de/watch/5631914/Peter_Fox_Haus_am_See">http://www.myvideo.de/watch/5631914/Peter_Fox_Haus_am_See</a></div>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-46630348129914109132008-06-28T11:39:00.000-07:002008-06-28T12:27:53.710-07:00Aamir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCGzRHpzpQDm_qzeuJozfSF73dvmmrUwMbnjEDO0KkQ1HARwHG1jAIwf_aPRQyBbIexm-a2apetM5C017qBcfkWV5ZoZqRosWVUELa_f8t5_T6uAh9cNqB2ejmjsTNg6_yA4H/s1600-h/aamir.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCGzRHpzpQDm_qzeuJozfSF73dvmmrUwMbnjEDO0KkQ1HARwHG1jAIwf_aPRQyBbIexm-a2apetM5C017qBcfkWV5ZoZqRosWVUELa_f8t5_T6uAh9cNqB2ejmjsTNg6_yA4H/s320/aamir.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217014885052348178" /></a><br />Well i could've easily been one of those millions who would've probably stood in line to go watch sex and the city, but i guess shoes and bags ain't my cup of tea. Am glad i went for this flick, and am proud of those few bored souls who atleast came for the heck of sitting in an air conditioned theatre and inturn watched it!! This is one movie which i feel has managed to provoke everyone to think.Its basically this story of a financially well settled type of guy , who is returning back home to Bombay to visit his loving family and the story takes a turn right from scene one and keeps you engrossed throughout till the end where he finds out he has been embroiled in a bombing conspiracy and victimized by his community men. Its not one of those inter religious kinda movies, inface this one's deeper, its probably something you and me wouldn't have thought happens, but well it surely does. Its a movie that portrays intra-religious affairs with great sensititivity and keeping in mind the delicate issues of the society. No big frills attached to this movie, the plot is new and small screen star RAJEEV KHANDELWAL, has performed exceptionally well for being a debutant actor. The <em>gali</em> scenes where all the chasing and action with the very prominent bright red suitcase hugged to his body in the film is happening gets you quite excited . He's emoted his expressions of helplessness and worry exceptionally well. And certain scenes in the movie have been shot brilliantly, especially the ones in dark with the vicious villain guy and also the one in the bus towards the end of the film. The background music is fabulous and sets in this perfect mood to watch the film, every track is a masterpiece, precisely fitted into the movie.the one defect i found very obvious was the tag line of the film.... "who says man writes his own destiny", with relevance to the film, i think he , Aamir, does decide his destiny eventually.<br /><br />Hope you guys catch this film ASAP. this one deserves to be watched!<br />and by the way sex and the city aint too bad , sorry to those who loved it :phrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-63825960154585348972008-06-25T10:09:00.000-07:002008-06-25T10:43:20.576-07:00conoor, lovely conoor and red hills :)last trip i took with my friends was to this lovely little grren hub called conoor.firstly its situated just 3 hours from mysore, but due to the rugged terrain in ooty, it took us nearly five hours or so. but every bit is worth. on your way to conoor, your tightly wrapped around with nature everywhere, beautiful green and untouched by the city pollution.our accomodation was a beautiful house by the estates, a friends house actually and the architecture, typically british..lovely wooden trusses and king posts..typical upholstery and windows.its like this place left untouched after the britisher's left. infact this style can be seen throughout the town..its simply classy. another thing i was quite impressed about was the lifestyle people have here, very british again. there's the conoor club which is like one of the very few good places there and almost everyone there knows everyone. its like this small family, which is practically the entire township, lol. grandmas and grandpas come early evenings and play poker and blackjack till late evenings accompanied with their favourite tit bits to munch on and a drink ofcourse. let me tell you something, in a place like that its a crime not to drink!! well and the youngsters, that's supposedly us, have lots to engage in like tennis, table tennis and badminton. i however prefer staying indoors for the simple reason its cosy and im from chennai, cold weather bites me!every may 31st theres this event called the 'gala night' which is held its apparently the biggest and all the members of the club put up this cultural program and they have a week long of sports for all ages! super!then theres this huge feast, great food basically and people dancing through rest of the night, drunk people laughing loudly and women gossiping little kids creating a racket...its super noisy..but great fun!!!<br /><br />a friend of mine from college apparently owns a resort at this place , few feet above ooty called red hills. its a view beyond imagination from there, probably nature at its best i'd say, oh if your lucky enough you'll see panthers around and bisons are a common site ( we saw them lazing around). well we visited her resort and being off season the only guests she had were us. we had a great time there, lovely food again and ooty chocolates!! its a place one must visit.<br /><br />well so if you plan to take a trip round the corner next time, think conoor!<br /><br />peek-a-boo...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWjlOkp_2shePjBs7MbJLVAuDJUW18mwH6_sSe_12zr0waqO5nBvHbCMzipsX_CgvTt5pajsAWSgRULa7MeufuKpmEgxIGiQ0Sx-jEN6jCqpHM-k0wtAdfuXwvYU5c17uUPLZ/s1600-h/conoor2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWjlOkp_2shePjBs7MbJLVAuDJUW18mwH6_sSe_12zr0waqO5nBvHbCMzipsX_CgvTt5pajsAWSgRULa7MeufuKpmEgxIGiQ0Sx-jEN6jCqpHM-k0wtAdfuXwvYU5c17uUPLZ/s320/conoor2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215874831471928994" /></a><br /> view from the red hills<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3yPYJrZNbeCSpZmLx0sAoZMsW2dq4sP8X9n3P-ubaUgVON5SI1VJ7tzMF2eTnnNftECJI40g9KhawlLriLCTrm1q6oHS81_-otZG0M7zqhQ1tqJ-kqzXaEdypeUhX7ANPmVeI/s1600-h/food.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3yPYJrZNbeCSpZmLx0sAoZMsW2dq4sP8X9n3P-ubaUgVON5SI1VJ7tzMF2eTnnNftECJI40g9KhawlLriLCTrm1q6oHS81_-otZG0M7zqhQ1tqJ-kqzXaEdypeUhX7ANPmVeI/s320/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215875150819451906" /></a><br /> yummy food, happy tummy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1Wz8v0RV1vrlOJoXyqKV6ZqfOeOulblANp23GxHgWs2LG_C8vmL6nK8IGaEqgPP5qamGWShE98wJi09bMefRtjpk1lMfkLyEWeSx6yBoynerKv1PXdAQcfbNRuz2uW69ve7r/s1600-h/bisons.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1Wz8v0RV1vrlOJoXyqKV6ZqfOeOulblANp23GxHgWs2LG_C8vmL6nK8IGaEqgPP5qamGWShE98wJi09bMefRtjpk1lMfkLyEWeSx6yBoynerKv1PXdAQcfbNRuz2uW69ve7r/s320/bisons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215875475059907010" /></a><br /> bisons,lazinghrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-80192438999319260942008-06-25T09:59:00.000-07:002008-06-25T10:06:51.245-07:00another..continued..apologies firstly, didnt have the time to update! sowee!<br />Anyway continuing from where i left, after pune and its bazaars..we were headed to mahabaleshwar, a tiny stop in between our two major destinations, one being pune and the other aurangabad ofcourse. hmmmm well so mahabaleshwar, this place is a paradise on earth, a beautiful hill station not tiny at all actually and some of the most scenic sites on earth exist right here. fresh strawberries with rich whipped cream is a site in itself. and lucky us, we were there in time for the strawberry season! and accomodation wise, we had the best one here..lived like kings..at dirt cheap rates..super place in short. we visited the shivaji rao gaekwad's memorial there, a beautiful place and the view from the top is simple breath taking! the ajanta and ellora caves we visited were par excellence , the architecture is simple astinishing to see for the times they were built during.the hindu caves especially i found very very inticately carved and each and every wall depicitng a story of its own. though the jain caves were a bit to intricate, it was well applauded effort. and am talking centuries ago! well apart from all this, on the whole the trip was a lovely gastranomic tour and i would definitely love to be back and see more :)hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-35940843690783226172008-04-16T11:59:00.000-07:002008-04-16T12:01:07.790-07:00am almost done with teenage-hood!yayyyyyy am NINEteeen...and my mom just called me a careless girl...ah..feels good..was dying to hear such words from her...damn hate being the perfect daughter..like the careless tag..its a compliment!!hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-48121638347919085522008-02-15T04:40:00.000-08:002008-06-25T09:59:02.850-07:00another...Its been just a few days since i got back from a so called study tour to maharashtra, was a little disappointing from a traveller's point of view, didnt get to see much in almost all the places we vistited which includes, lonavala,pune,mahabaleshwar and aurangabad. Well, but my trip never falls short of adventures.Another disappointing thing was most of the places we saw were from the bus and got down at very few places, bet walking wouldve done a lot good. As i was saying adventure...well i got onto a lorry simply for the heck of it, like they show in movies,direct your thumb for a signal and whoa! the dude stopped, he actually thought we were a bunch of thirsty travellers,lol he got a lil pissed when he found out we were less than half a kilometer from our destination. bottomline,was fun!oh and our lovely driver got drunk,so got stuck on the middle of the highway , asked him to sleep a bit till he gets "un-drunk" , after all that jazz we make it to pune and our bus runs out of diesel on the main road, LOL! Basically we then travelled for 14 hours straight till we reached our next destination, and all you MALLUS attention...the DHABA we stopped at was owned by a god damn freaking MAL ...sheeeesh! but u guys food sucked there...HA!Oh and btw the first thing we see on entering pune, KERALA JEWELLERS, and i was sitting next to this mental mal, who turned and gave me this grin which i deciphered as " ha! ...ha! we rock.." ...That moment i gave in, am like seriously u guys must've have done something to be everywhere, every friggin place...huff! And on reaching aurangabad, i find out my louly louly fone has got some virus and all of a sudden i realise am on roaming and check my balance just incase, it said "your balance is -30" arrrggghh! But in a way i was happy that i had the golden opportunity to switch off my phone and not answer anyone, like a responsibility less.lolly :p But well at the end of the trip, i kinda wanted to head back to pune cause well thats the place WE WENT PARTYING IN LE MERIDIAN TILL ONE IN THE NIGHT, THE PLACE WHERE WE ABSOLUTELY DID NOTHING AND WHICH BTW WAS ONE OF THE BEST PLACES WE SAW IN THE TRIP. i promised myself ill be back jus for the heck of it, for the cheese crossoint (excuse the spelling)and the osho ashram ;) .....to be continued.....hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-60499094312769058172008-01-06T00:52:00.000-08:002008-01-06T01:09:32.921-08:00whatte fun!firstly, apologies to u bloggy(thts right ur my doggy,but since ur a blog whose my doggy, i hereby name u bloggy)...applause..hehe!<br /><br />right, its a new year, lovely jan, even lovelier winter(bwak..i hate myself lying)...i lou my summers, everythings new..except my blabbering habit!! yay, am glad i havent changed one bit...(i look at my hair :p)<br /> <br />hmmm, so it was may last year when i was called the aimless tiger by relatives and family, i am still a tiger..but not aimless anymore, done with first semester in a wonderful college, a place i never knew i would love as much as i loved school (misshing u) ..but alls well..am orey the happy!!<br /><br />my lifes been pretty much the same except that it isnt nemore. new people, different people, new home, new city, again new people, new diseases (mal-aria...khekhe), new found loves, new insects (misquit(h)oes)...and new food..not tasty..but still new and stale....life ees bootifool!<br /><br />theres one thing am enjoying the most, something ive always wanted to do all my life, something very close to my heart and something i enjoy to the fullest...travelling..aahh! ive simply loved my last year and am looking foward to some more crazy tarvelling experiences this yr..its been simple super! well theres two new places i saw last yr, ones manipal (kutty but nische..if u have a friend who'll get u to drink even on a dry day...lou u gurly ..sorry dude :P) and ofcourse bhopal... beautiful city and no mallus...(drum roll) yay yay yay...but well i saw the city with m 'n' m ( mallu n mottai) hehe...the only time i agreed to have pan and lassi and beer all together, ofcourse one after another...but not a big diff! hehe.. was fun nevertheless... thanks bishy boy!!!...commu fastu to mysooru u :)<br /><br />my chennai adventures have been no less and theres one thing ive realised ever since ive left home and travelling, there were times when i was away from home holidaying , i used to miss home ... a lot. now, i dont..everywhere i go..i make myself feel at home :) am loving life and yes, i was faster than the train !<br /><br />applause.hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-23141714812437081822007-05-01T20:35:00.000-07:002007-05-01T20:41:07.318-07:00Howard Roark speech (The Fountainhead-Ayn Rand)<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zc7oZ9yWqO4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zc7oZ9yWqO4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-22268755719151925792007-05-01T19:42:00.000-07:002007-05-01T20:34:18.066-07:00do 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:<br /> <br /> <em></em>To be is to do<br /> <em></em>To do is to be <br /> <em></em>do be do be do..<br /> <br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br />"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!<br /><br />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!hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-24217285819401562452007-04-08T01:37:00.000-07:002007-04-08T01:51:06.208-07:00yappy dabby dooooo!yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee am going to be 18 so now i can oficially<br /><br />1)DRIVE(ahan!)<br />2)CONSUME ALCOHOL (still shall be socially though)<br />3)VOTE (mmmmmmm..interesting..ill get one of those black spots on my index finger)<br /><br />and well some things just get better/worse with time.......... <br /><br />1)probably go more cranky<br />2)act a little 'more' responsible (hey you! stop acting funny..and learn to obey your elders) *khekhekheee*<br />3)be far more independent (shall celebrate 15 august in full spirit :) )<br />4)go wild whenever i want to..<br />5)smoke and play with the puff ..hehe<br />6)drink and pass out..talk and preach philosophy then..<br />7)scream at waiters in restaurants for dereliction of duty (just did it recently!)<br />8)go to the broken bridge and lay there for hours....<br />9)laugh more..hahahaha<br />10)listen to more of country music<br />11)from v.p.j's to v.v.p.j's (remember the mushroom one ?!?!)<br />12)and go to te highest point in the city and shout my heart out<br /><br />" AM F*$%@& EIGHTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN"<br />ha!hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-34360952357738424982007-04-04T07:42:00.000-07:002007-04-04T22:00:01.657-07:00whose the man ...HE IS! (sooper dooper khaptain and introducing BALAYYA)When i saw this i think i lost my screws!<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_to_3zAhBf0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_to_3zAhBf0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlyqDILyHJQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlyqDILyHJQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVfqYKjMlLU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVfqYKjMlLU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZJDTszmN_Y"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZJDTszmN_Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />BRAVO! BRAVO!hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-28899797434947629162007-03-25T04:05:00.000-07:002007-03-28T09:28:59.991-07:00shwwwoooosh...........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...........<br /><br />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............<br /><br />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...........<br /><br /><br />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......<br /><br />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.......<br /><br /><br />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..............<br /><br />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...........<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />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 .......<br /><br />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........<br /><br />His radio was however found to be turned on and in the doldrums of that morning, Sinatra sang ...<em>strangers in the niiiiiight, exchanging glances,strangers in the niiiiiiight........dooby dooby dooo..do dooby da da deee.......</em>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-14530800454800590532007-03-16T09:14:00.000-07:002007-03-16T09:18:51.982-07:00nuovo aspetto :)finally my blog's got the "juniper-y" look ....yey!..<br />thank you mr.webber!<br /><br />(hope you guys like it)hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-74706675415608935962007-03-11T04:38:00.000-07:002007-03-15T02:14:11.339-07:00anonymousTwo 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......<br /><br />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....<br /><br /><br />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........<br /><br />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 , <em>love ya Clapton!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>NOTE:</strong>the characters in the above post are purely fictional, any resemblance to a person,either living or dead is purely co-incidental.<br /><em></em><br /><em>ps:</em>Sir, incase u visit my blog,do leave me an autograph =)hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-87502323400236933422007-03-09T05:32:00.001-08:002007-03-10T09:08:02.376-08:00water<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit09D5kRdaXdIuS5hVh06BEMyaT-rUsz3cCjXa3wmVOSlzGcJwf904OA2EeaNa_20HLqkvRIb1zLLvF1LDY-Lih-hVxucl0WJ1hEfRSefvg4x-P_DN3UkapdTAptD7myONXvJG/s1600-h/waterSPLASH.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039935687770378210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit09D5kRdaXdIuS5hVh06BEMyaT-rUsz3cCjXa3wmVOSlzGcJwf904OA2EeaNa_20HLqkvRIb1zLLvF1LDY-Lih-hVxucl0WJ1hEfRSefvg4x-P_DN3UkapdTAptD7myONXvJG/s320/waterSPLASH.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>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! <strong>deepa mehta</strong> 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!<br /></div><div></div><br /><div>ps:do watch it asap,don't think it ll run long<br /></div><div>oh and i think seema biswas and the lil' sinhalese girl deserve a mention for their outstanding performance in the movie :)</div>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-45512417840517133262007-03-06T23:11:00.000-08:002007-03-08T09:53:25.125-08:00the worst in the history of hollywood i have seen.....after night of the living dead ofcourse!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlH5t6U_uI3heAJRbszpVvMSBv2nwnvoRtMWPJ8mUk0qLdX_FX5Q0tl7Ru_fWXBDWc6BV97ueNxXrxQM_ZZ-hSbtisrxPdHiNn4s1amv_L3pYsziEo-D81D5BFnaVdqhHT0gCD/s1600-h/GhostRider_head.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039613210539613986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlH5t6U_uI3heAJRbszpVvMSBv2nwnvoRtMWPJ8mUk0qLdX_FX5Q0tl7Ru_fWXBDWc6BV97ueNxXrxQM_ZZ-hSbtisrxPdHiNn4s1amv_L3pYsziEo-D81D5BFnaVdqhHT0gCD/s320/GhostRider_head.jpg" border="0" /></a> 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 :(<br /><br /><br />ps:NEVER UTTER THE FOLLOWING TWO WORDS : ghost riderhrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-51655629534895060352007-03-02T01:54:00.000-08:002007-03-02T02:09:03.507-08:00YAAAY :-) 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..<strong>YAAAY</strong>!..finally got my cold back but this time with the complimentary husky voice... there's a bonus headache..<strong>AAARRGHHH</strong>....not able to 'njoy the huskiness in my voice....<strong>BWAH</strong>!..."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!!!hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-33944133477939869492007-02-20T08:17:00.001-08:002007-03-11T04:06:54.595-07:00here'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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />hope you had the time of your life..............................this song is dedicated to all ov' you.......Enjoy!<br /><br /><br />the link:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXXQK59wD9c">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXXQK59wD9c</a><br /><br /><div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p> </p></div>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-71502281071376049852007-02-04T23:30:00.000-08:002007-02-04T23:52:39.426-08:00euphoriaOff 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!hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-65482914508356697202007-02-01T07:34:00.000-08:002007-02-01T07:44:24.386-08:00the english talkies<strong>12:02 AM<br /></strong>Brath: hey!<br /><br />me: hi!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Brath : well....looks like your the one whose been with the books!I didn’t know the author’s name till date!<br /><br />me:well actually, i note down the names of those persons who i would want to kill...Anton Chekov is one of them!<br /><br />Brath : ..he’s dead!!<br /><br />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<br /><br />Brath : interesting... do invite me for the exorcism...<br /><br />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..."<br /><br /><strong><em>the beginning.......<br /></em></strong><br />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!<br /><br />me: well, mrs.thomas cardrew ,your civics teacher i guess and poor pepper!(the dog)<br /><br />Brath : hey! How’d u guess that...the dog’s name was pepper indeed..was a Dalmatian , I had no choice!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Brath : ur still a ghost...a fictional ghost...<br /><br />me: no I’m trapped in hrushita's body..that’s why she acts so cranky..<br /><br />Brath : oh... well...btw...ur daughter cecily...damn pretty i tell you... she has your eyes!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Brath : thats y he's in heaven... and ur a ghost!did you u meet in china?... what a romantic place!<br /><br />me: nope paris! it was the perfect day..one spring afternoon!<br /><br />Brath : oh?...very nice... i didnt know mrs. wang went to paris..<br /><br />me: well she became this world wide renowned ..hmmmm..pastry chef..perfect!<br /><br />Brath : so u guys had bread beneath the eiffel tower?<br /><br />me: no,mrs.wang arranged for a boat ride.for the two of us….lovely i say!<br /><br />Brath : and u married in Notre Dame and had bread for supper I guess!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Brath:so u must’ve gone to london... for ur honeymoon..great ormond street i suppose?<br /><br />me: nooooooooo..we went to see mr.thomas cardrew’s house in the countryside..shropshire??<br /><br />Brath : there too?...whatever happend to miss prism?<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Brath : yes... there are many lovely castles in that region..i jus bought one there recently for a quarter billion!<br /><br />me: and then thomas showed me his bedroom and ....it had the most perfect tapestry and those satin sheets..ooooo!!<br /><br />Brath : Yes and the most beautiful gardens..and the fountains!<br />me: i almost sank in that huge bed of his..<br /><br />Brath : water bed?<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Brath : i prefer water beds anyways... its a whole different world so how long were u there?<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Brath : ah the english breakfast.... i think it is the most luxuriously defined meal in all the land<br />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!<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Brath : very well... u can haunt the vast attic..oh poor thee...<br />i shall use my talisman tomorrow on her... so that u may not take her again ..u kill me... did u say.....?<br /><br />me: indeed!<br /><br />Brath : u cannot...for i am thy long lost...thomas cardew..yes it is me madeline!!!<br /><br />me: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!<br /><br />Brath : yes maddie...<br /><br />me: where’s vijaykant..the southern spice sooperstar..he has to save me from u!only he can save me now!!<br /><br />Brath : he cannot save thee from me....<br /><br />me: yenge ava?<br /><br />Brath : he's “Only Human”<br /><br />me: he’s superman of south!<br /><br />Brath : well... i know where he is…. he's in my dungeons...i knew he was threat to me..<br /><br />me: u’re evil u’ve trapped my thomas!<br /><br />Brath : im a smart thinker madeline<br /><br />me: no u’re evil genius<br /><br />Brath : im telling u ... i AM THOMAS IT Is MEEEE!!!!!<br /><br />me: i want proof!!<br /><br />Brath : YOU WILL BELIEVE….proof... what do u expect? i have the engagement ring...<br />u cheapo ..gave me a plastic one.. when i gave u a diamond one!<br /><br />me: thats not plastic and mrs.wang told me it was the most precious..i never bought it…. what do i know!<br /><br />Brath : seee.... u didnt even buy it!!... jus gave me sum crap a old lady gave u...wht kind of love was tht!?!<br /><br />me: true and pure i say .. u’re not my thomas.....i can tell he would neve rbe rude to me<br /><br />Brath : indeed rude... y ... my darlin i jus gave u proof of our lovely little ring...<br />i hav kept it for sooo long... :)<br /><br />me: show me…. ……………………………<br />………………..the meaning of being lonely……….ting ting ting....that was thomas's fav song.....sob.<br /><br />Brath : ‘cause u left ME!!!! That’s y i was lonely...<br /><br />me: if u were thomas u would’ve found me ages back....and stopped me from haunting this poor little girl's body!<br /><br />Brath : i never understood y though<br /><br />me: now i will never be able to frogive myself..noooooooo!<br /><br />Brath : i was in heaven doing service to zeus<br /><br />me: say what?<br /><br />Brath : yes it’s true, he wouldnt let me free! Heaven’s worse than hell...<br /><br />me: if u were thomas u'd show him that knife and get away!<br /><br />Brath :: he is GOD Madeline... im just thomas<br /><br />me: thomas knows no god...he was MY GOD!<br /><br />Brath : I am?? u shldve told me before...<br /><br />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?<br /><br />Brath :: before i died...u beat me to death<br /><br />me: oh....u r thomas!!!! my very own thomas!!!<br /><br />Brath :: indeed maddiee....im comingg....!!!!<br /><br />me: now we shall unite in heaven..and kill zeus so we can take over<br />and leave this poor soul to rest in peace..!<br /><br />Brath : im afraid ive already taken care of that..and i shall leave B'rath as well.. thank you for reuniting us!<br /><br /> <strong><em>the end ofcourse.........</em></strong><br /><strong> 12:42 AM</strong><br /><br />Brath : uh.......hi hrushita!!<br /><br />me: hello 'ssup?<br /><br />Brath : i had the strangest dream!! u wuldnt belive it!<br /><br />me: me too it had mrs.wang and others..seems like english has haunted me<br /><br />Brath : mee tooo must’ve been the vodka ..<br /><br />me: was the gin here with a dash of lime!!..LOLhrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-45308969581757442252007-01-30T08:35:00.000-08:002007-02-01T06:48:31.993-08:00T.O.M.I.D.A.C.H.I.N.I.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjwQH50IVzeS11iyyR50JPV8-BWGEAxuEca5eZKHXfYohEBuNJIWRZ5TQxKfDNwRdayKC3XFIfOmg2wNmiXkqlBlcHx-bb885piNGSXAe-ICAB_wgbQ5c6TcWyTpiz-UNBkpP/s1600-h/atul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025864050449262162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="257" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjwQH50IVzeS11iyyR50JPV8-BWGEAxuEca5eZKHXfYohEBuNJIWRZ5TQxKfDNwRdayKC3XFIfOmg2wNmiXkqlBlcHx-bb885piNGSXAe-ICAB_wgbQ5c6TcWyTpiz-UNBkpP/s320/atul.jpg" width="325" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>my food buddy!</em> <em>(always hunting for my food)<br /></em><em>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 !</em></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLU5HdyU_-HmGTy52Y_uaeouU6iSGVGq0fHERxDuX5nAzj07d6p8Xt4QDTpWr6MeCQOwz1YxKlonwSL9RARRbS3jbUp27aRRjxLPCOE7hdCTe7wFTSEyaPWVFRd0ohzlXERHXL/s1600-h/arun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025867714056365698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="302" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLU5HdyU_-HmGTy52Y_uaeouU6iSGVGq0fHERxDuX5nAzj07d6p8Xt4QDTpWr6MeCQOwz1YxKlonwSL9RARRbS3jbUp27aRRjxLPCOE7hdCTe7wFTSEyaPWVFRd0ohzlXERHXL/s320/arun.jpg" width="191" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><em>khana bhalo bashi(he loves food)</em><br /><em>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!</em></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQiTCo5GJYnkE03n71POwgkhgLLhdRKwD3Iq3goqcqfw5AdT_GPRMyezREE6FYcZrbVWITl6G-91q54XrbkXC_7vKYE15mCcvoRDMNKVOLqWbDaborP6VnCrSyLXH3_y2wZjl/s1600-h/b-rat.jpg"></a></div><br /></div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQiTCo5GJYnkE03n71POwgkhgLLhdRKwD3Iq3goqcqfw5AdT_GPRMyezREE6FYcZrbVWITl6G-91q54XrbkXC_7vKYE15mCcvoRDMNKVOLqWbDaborP6VnCrSyLXH3_y2wZjl/s1600-h/b-rat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025866936667285106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="158" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQiTCo5GJYnkE03n71POwgkhgLLhdRKwD3Iq3goqcqfw5AdT_GPRMyezREE6FYcZrbVWITl6G-91q54XrbkXC_7vKYE15mCcvoRDMNKVOLqWbDaborP6VnCrSyLXH3_y2wZjl/s320/b-rat.jpg" width="126" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><em>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!</em></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQiTCo5GJYnkE03n71POwgkhgLLhdRKwD3Iq3goqcqfw5AdT_GPRMyezREE6FYcZrbVWITl6G-91q54XrbkXC_7vKYE15mCcvoRDMNKVOLqWbDaborP6VnCrSyLXH3_y2wZjl/s1600-h/b-rat.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025869904489686674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="223" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmN5ffuLK6l4j_I5oEsxRVZSDd_O87ZeeYdXdaeIt6r6V7GNwnTSNuFiWxMA1cGtLcL3nBin0u5Z657iT0E9ZVNteVzsU_0ZTJxY2LoP2-jmGqRoxtwEw8K9Prbu6uwkEh7gx0/s320/dhanu.jpg" width="259" border="0" /></em></div></div><div><em>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!!..<br /></em><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><div><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQUccDYHQqvyZo1CLqkt2ijSas-1AKwAUJxXKrzwLK52bNmHBXFGvsgaGqf6k7h9LoxH_PmUPDNqZyViceXNsUAZMG4Hp3PkfEim3tZRm5NJzZX-WFpX6DFyubwBeenkTSRLB/s1600-h/24156643.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025872094923007650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="211" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQUccDYHQqvyZo1CLqkt2ijSas-1AKwAUJxXKrzwLK52bNmHBXFGvsgaGqf6k7h9LoxH_PmUPDNqZyViceXNsUAZMG4Hp3PkfEim3tZRm5NJzZX-WFpX6DFyubwBeenkTSRLB/s320/24156643.jpg" width="248" border="0" /></a></em></div></div><div><em>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!!<br /></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><em></em><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJKbZWTDxCZH0okUpuOoFEkZePHFGyQtHbXldz4Ekzni2ElsOPVbT5LtQ0GhFD8SdHns56JiEIBxYos9E1lqKw8geddBlZLg6PszdJ07L4vJEEyrD9WFRy53b_b6uEogFhUTd/s1600-h/kika.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025898277043644242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="203" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJKbZWTDxCZH0okUpuOoFEkZePHFGyQtHbXldz4Ekzni2ElsOPVbT5LtQ0GhFD8SdHns56JiEIBxYos9E1lqKw8geddBlZLg6PszdJ07L4vJEEyrD9WFRy53b_b6uEogFhUTd/s320/kika.jpg" width="289" border="0" /></a></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>that's kika!..a radiant smile and the sweetheart!</em><em>a </em><em>louly friend with a louly smile and happy moods!</em><em>abzolute nut at times i say..but all the more fun then!..love ya!<br /></em><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinT0mPv8hWtNGm9hKOkmdpT5lZQHZCWfmtm4mxSJf949xh8KW1DjaaiGo-D8CwxSXowyoIhqWsEAqNOjtanYJRClM6PfzdyxKpUauvMnmk3Mf1FILXdaXWNAd_Pam5nzmiGvz2/s1600-h/srishti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025876875221608130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="311" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinT0mPv8hWtNGm9hKOkmdpT5lZQHZCWfmtm4mxSJf949xh8KW1DjaaiGo-D8CwxSXowyoIhqWsEAqNOjtanYJRClM6PfzdyxKpUauvMnmk3Mf1FILXdaXWNAd_Pam5nzmiGvz2/s320/srishti.jpg" width="178" border="0" /></a></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinT0mPv8hWtNGm9hKOkmdpT5lZQHZCWfmtm4mxSJf949xh8KW1DjaaiGo-D8CwxSXowyoIhqWsEAqNOjtanYJRClM6PfzdyxKpUauvMnmk3Mf1FILXdaXWNAd_Pam5nzmiGvz2/s1600-h/srishti.jpg"></a></em></div><em>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!</em><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQiTCo5GJYnkE03n71POwgkhgLLhdRKwD3Iq3goqcqfw5AdT_GPRMyezREE6FYcZrbVWITl6G-91q54XrbkXC_7vKYE15mCcvoRDMNKVOLqWbDaborP6VnCrSyLXH3_y2wZjl/s1600-h/b-rat.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-RxzJVyMC-f4XFXyNny8cMOHoD7WE-suxX_03zVgTVzlmSzo7tIlCbKsNWVKJDcF35Ai9sLPAz7NnyAvlop4NnWHbQUjAp5tX9RIGlNDHrbu_32HyJAZPbnfR18uaIPEGcZF/s1600-h/24959026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025878996935452370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" height="320" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-RxzJVyMC-f4XFXyNny8cMOHoD7WE-suxX_03zVgTVzlmSzo7tIlCbKsNWVKJDcF35Ai9sLPAz7NnyAvlop4NnWHbQUjAp5tX9RIGlNDHrbu_32HyJAZPbnfR18uaIPEGcZF/s320/24959026.jpg" width="245" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQiTCo5GJYnkE03n71POwgkhgLLhdRKwD3Iq3goqcqfw5AdT_GPRMyezREE6FYcZrbVWITl6G-91q54XrbkXC_7vKYE15mCcvoRDMNKVOLqWbDaborP6VnCrSyLXH3_y2wZjl/s1600-h/b-rat.jpg"></a></div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQiTCo5GJYnkE03n71POwgkhgLLhdRKwD3Iq3goqcqfw5AdT_GPRMyezREE6FYcZrbVWITl6G-91q54XrbkXC_7vKYE15mCcvoRDMNKVOLqWbDaborP6VnCrSyLXH3_y2wZjl/s1600-h/b-rat.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><em>triqqy boy!a very tricky boy indeed..</em><em>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!</em></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQiTCo5GJYnkE03n71POwgkhgLLhdRKwD3Iq3goqcqfw5AdT_GPRMyezREE6FYcZrbVWITl6G-91q54XrbkXC_7vKYE15mCcvoRDMNKVOLqWbDaborP6VnCrSyLXH3_y2wZjl/s1600-h/b-rat.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJvdot_7hnc3V_d7U4v2WZSBtFKzekrW1lgL_tj6-184m9JCnkR-gYcUXcdwZshlt9jyBHeReZKZ89GtzWe1mp1GztP-iHa0rPXRTc0eSB465WQ1OJ3MQ3r8SpcNdNIQcIqy1-/s1600-h/gobi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025898036525475650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJvdot_7hnc3V_d7U4v2WZSBtFKzekrW1lgL_tj6-184m9JCnkR-gYcUXcdwZshlt9jyBHeReZKZ89GtzWe1mp1GztP-iHa0rPXRTc0eSB465WQ1OJ3MQ3r8SpcNdNIQcIqy1-/s320/gobi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>gopi..he's created problems for me at g.l.b!..lol..sooper fun fella and a great guy</em> <em>amazing basketball player ..a littil show off but its vokay!..loves gobi pakoda and always asks for treat!..... keep smiling ra!</em><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TxxUrH38NynnYf5AKd9dFpGO0BxZKxDeZ4eKQauzyLuWJcqHIgZGD8WX_DJ16EnOJZFu6H5RCW0Av_4veKS-GzvK86ruzrBwgBy6tcOmvoq6PwK-t4pq4MUp1D6x3Yf7ir5q/s1600-h/trio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026576430271734194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TxxUrH38NynnYf5AKd9dFpGO0BxZKxDeZ4eKQauzyLuWJcqHIgZGD8WX_DJ16EnOJZFu6H5RCW0Av_4veKS-GzvK86ruzrBwgBy6tcOmvoq6PwK-t4pq4MUp1D6x3Yf7ir5q/s320/trio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>the trio!..ah its been lovely 15 years of schooling and you guys have been a great support!..all </div><div>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!</em></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div><em><strong></strong></div></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-69519735149832933412007-01-29T11:16:00.000-08:002007-01-29T12:43:13.119-08:00karaoke!!!...Cancion Del Mariachi (Morena De Mi Corazon)<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lK4GcGG7ekQ"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lK4GcGG7ekQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /></a><br /><div><em></div></em><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><em><strong>try singing along..it's fun!!</strong></em></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Soy un hombre muy honrado, (i am an honerable man )<br />Que me gusta lo mejor (and i like the same )<br />A mujeres no me faltan, (i am in no need of women )<br />Ni al dinero, ni el amor (nor of money or love )<br /><br />En mi caballo (on my horse )<br />Por la sierra yo me voy (to the mountain range i go )<br />Las estrellas y la luna (the stars and the moon )<br />Ellas me dicen donde voy (tell me where i am going )<br /><br />Ay, ay, ay, ay ................................<br />Ay, ay mi amor (ay... my love )<br />Ay mi morena, (ay my colored woman )<br />De mi corazon (of my heart )<br /><br />Me gusta tocar guitarra( i like to play the guitar )<br />Me gusta cantar el sol( i like to sing the "song" )<br />Mariachi me acompana( mariachi acompany me )<br />Quando canto my cancion (when i sing my song )<br /><br />Me gustan tomar mis copas (i like to drink my cups )<br />Aguardiente es lo mejor (brandy is the best )<br />Tanbien la tequilla blanca (as well the white tequilla )<br />Con su sal le da sabor (with the good taste salt gives it )<br /><br /><br />Ay, ay, ay, ay<br />Ay, ay mi amor<br />Ay mi morena,<br />De mi corazon<br /><br />Me gusta tocar guitarra<br />Me gusta cantar el sol<br />Mariachi me acompana<br />Quando canto my cancion<br /><br />Me gustan tomar mis copas<br />Aguardiente es lo mejor<br />Tanbien la tequilla blanca<br />Con su sal le da sabor<br /><br />Ay, ay, ay, ay<br />Ay, ay mi amor<br />Ay mi morena,<br />De mi corazon<br /><br />Ay, ay, ay, ay<br />Ay, ay mi amor<br />Ay mi morena,<br />De mi corazon<br /><br />song by---LOS LOBOS (desperado-soundtrack)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><em></em>hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29852102.post-25537816660001557782007-01-28T09:29:00.001-08:002007-01-29T04:21:37.180-08:00"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!<br /><br /><br />(article inspired by aparna sen's 15 park avenue)hrushitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06060169856198791657noreply@blogger.com6