:: Blahs-phemy ::

PHASE II

2012-02-06T21:57:00.005+05:00

Its been like really long that I have put my thoughts on paper or anywhere else... A lot of things are buzzing in my head and its just recently that I've realized that penning things down brings a certain perspective to life.

My PHASE II in the blogger world is about to start. More than excited to start writing again. Its been like really REALLY long!

55 Fiction

2010-12-17T21:10:00.005+05:00

I stood there, with no scope of movement.

“Did you do it?” he asked.

“I guess” she said.

“Guesses? They barely work for me girl!”

“It was difficult, I tried but..”

A bullet passed through her chest. Blood splattered. She lay cold. He stared at the cold body and turned.

Death waited for me.

PS: My very first attempt @ 55 Fiction !

ATAJ Journalism Trophy (My entry)

2010-12-05T16:50:00.004+05:00

CHANGING TIDES OF AN ARCHITECTURAL ERA

(In PROPOSITION to the topic: Do all things urban have to be ugly too?)

Suffice to say, it is set in the future that Earth will be overcrowded and there’ll be no room to move. May be, the cities on our planet Earth would grow so much they would merge to create one big planet- sized city! With the ever hiking population crisis that we (the world) are facing, growth as a city, in terms of infrastructure and services becomes very critical. The revolution has started already. Overcrowding of cities has forced the planners to look beneath the land, beyond the shores and deep into the sky for space. Technology has facilitated them to exhaust this space and in turn, on a broader perspective, they’ve provided us with a junkyard of skyscrapers and convoluted stretches of transport ways.

Zoom into the city and take a walk down the main street; you’d see a story repeat on most of the main streets. Loud hoardings trying to grab attention; extremely congested roadways with constant chaos; wall and column stubs coated with a sepia layer of spit and tobacco; air-conditioned shopping arcades, French restaurants and German coffee shops amid the odor of a market urinal surrounded by garbage and filth. Contrasting moments of sheer dereliction and overwhelming delight! It’s like a circle getting into a square, but human spirit can certainly reconcile the two extremes. After all, it is the taste of the city, the new taste of urban India.

What makes a city ugly?

A city in itself can’t be termed as ugly. It is the lack of organization that makes it visually unpleasant. It is like pitching in the wrong ingredients to make a dish. Even a minor element can ruin the look and taste of it. Therefore, since the complete change of ingredients can’t be carried out, to retain the original flavor of the dish minor amendments could renew it.

Infrastructure is no different. The Architects/planners are the sole culprits of creating disorderly havocs. They tend to overlook the context to create an extravagant structure in an attempt to build a landmark or give the city a future historic idol. It is quite surprising that we still dwell upon the already existing historic and heritage structures when we have to give our city a spot to mark on the map. Structures are replicated till it reaches to every city in a country. Anything from heritage bridges to tombs are imitated. (For Eg. The Taj Mahal, Dhaka is a sheer duplication of the one existing in India. They’ve coined it as The Taj for the poor who cannot afford to make it to India. Surprisingly, they could afford to shell out heaps of money and make one for themselves in this era! In an age where space is money and design is 3-dimensional, why mock something and lose regards.

It is not just infrastructure. In case of Chandigarh, where everything looks in place, the streets are wide and smooth with soft-scapes and hard-scapes along the pavement and the city is clean, it is still labeled as a dead-city. In this case the lack of planning makes it ugly. The architect planned the city overlooking the social and cultural backdrop of India and ended up making a city that nobody likes to live in.

The image if a city…

In Rishikesh, along the river bank two views were firmly etched into the skyline. On one side is the Hinduism’s benign skyline – a line of Ghats lapping the river edge and curvy temple silhouettes while on the other side along the main highway lay the slummy standard north-Indian town. Pink and yellow plastered buildings, incomplete pastel-shaded structures stained by monsoon, paan and urine at the base! The old historic monument can do nothing but watch this architecture tide pass.

The imageability of the city has changed, for every city would, in a couple of decade’s time, start looking the same. Culture overlooked, heritage disregarded, ethical value of the people responsible for this change, lost would make each city into a soulless pile of concrete and steel. And in this new age of development, skyscrapers are the fore-runners. If we go by definition a skyscraper is an inhabitant structure that protrudes above the built form and changes the skyline. That means, with every skyscraper, the skyline changes. Imagine what a city would look like if we have hundreds of them!

The question is, ‘What are the planners and architects of today turning the city into’? And ‘Why are things working out this way’?

Firstly, it is Green Architecture or rather a major misunderstanding of the term green architecture by architects. Every sky kissing building would be backed by terms like energy- efficient or eco friendly or green roofing for that matter. I really doubt if these terms give them the license to create structures that are amazingly hideous! An individual structure might be very efficient as a design and in use. But to juxtaposition them next to each other makes the city look highly mislaid. Architecture is composition. Even the design competitions that are circulated around the countries these days demand things that make the budding architects and planners follow the same course! For e.g. A design competition brief demanded for an innovative design to change the skyline, indirectly asking them to create a piece of art and fix it in the existing skyline such that your structure has the capacity to bring about a considerable change to it! Quite an inspiration!

Secondly, competition. The need to be the most expensive, energy efficient, technically sound, politically right architectural symbols! A living example of such a city and an epitome of being the heights of skyscrapers is Dubai. An assortment of any kind of skyscrapers that rotates, revolves or may be even flips upside down! To reach to these beauties, there are elaborate highways, crossing each other in all the ways possible making the city complicatedly ugly. We have sky-walks, for people can barely walk on streets, flyovers coz the existing streets are overcrowded and highways connecting towns to cities and cities to states. The transport route in itself has become so complicated that in the act of decongesting traffic they are congesting the city with mammoth sized columns dug on the streets.

In Mumbai, there’s a vast expanse of railways, monorail is soon to start and metros are proposed. So, there is transport underground, on the ground and over the head. Ironically, the city has been crossed a million times by its own lifelines! In a couple of decade’s time, Mumbai would hit the full moon and eventually get on water. Bridges can break into lanes and maybe we could create a “very new Bombay” city around the Bandra-Worli sea link! A whole new city floating on water, a sister city to Amsterdam who’s creating a replica underground!

It is shock to see how ruthlessly planners and Architects are exploiting resources for the overly penury human population. The cities are losing their charm for they are sold to technology. If the people responsible for the change choose science over sentiments and pride over planning we are definitely entering into an era of analogous ugly cities.

Bibliography :

Books: Excerpts from Cities and their news media image.

Internet: Wikipedia , other random sites.

Personal Experiences and Interviews:

Visit to Agra, Fatehpur Sikhri, Chandigarh, Delhi, Mumbai

Interviews with commoners living in different cities (Dubai, Saudi, NewYork, Mumbai)

Image: Courtesy Google.

Independent I be !~

2010-08-15T20:11:00.009+05:00

I am not a patriot. I am not proudly claiming this fact but I have a feeling that I am not. The feeling can change.

Given a choice, to die for the nation, I don’t think I would. I would love to see my nation as the world’s best. I don’t know how far I would contribute for it. Because I’ve never understood the whims and fancies of being number one, I’ve always believed in being unique and that, as a nation, we already are.

I am not corrupt. Not yet. I don’t think I would be. It takes too much of planning and plotting and lying for things that has to be done in a crooked way – I can’t. I am way too lazy. I prefer doing things for a cleaner and safer neighborhood than a richer glitzy me. From a professional point of view, I think I am an Earth person.

I love the rich colors in our flag and the deeper meaning of it. I love our national anthem. I love it even more when shubha mudgal sings it. Also, the medley, they play before the movies (though I’ve always wondered why they play it then.)

I love our culture – colorful, vibrant, loud and happy. I want to explore and experience various cultures and know more of what happens where in our country.

My heart aches to read the numbers that die due to natural calamities or disasters created by brainless religious fanatics. The only thought that has always come to my mind during flag hoisting is about the people who’ve made our nation their first priority, because of whom we feel safe and secure. The people who would chose to die for our country just because some fools still can’t stop playing with guns and ammo’s and can’t stop being a pain in others ass.

I pray for martyrs, their families and other s that’ve lost their lives saving ours. When I stare at the flag, I feel for them. I don't know how much of my existence would make a difference to my country. I don't know what to do for it either. I do the regular stuff, but nothing out of my way.

Not once do I think of myself as a hardcore Indian. I don’t know why. Probably I would, when ‘m out in some other country, will I realize how desi I am. For now, I’m a people-earth person. And I like it that way.

Nevertheless, the feeling can always change.

JAI HIND.

Brain Farts!!

2010-07-10T21:26:00.007+05:00

When somebody quotes something and writes their name below it, how do they know that they are the only people to write that? Its words and thought for Pete’s sake!

Let’s assume God existed. They lived and preached looooooooooooong back. Jesus in Jerusalem, Allah in the middle east, Zeus, Athena and others in Greece and rome, Gurunanak in India and another hundred Hindu gods in the rest of the India and world. How come they never met or came across each other? Why doesn’t any of the religious scripts say Zeus met gurunanakji and decided a rendezvous with other gods and aftermath they came down to a conclusion that they all think alike and are the mighty mighty ones to spread the word to us humans!?

I have got a dog and a cat in college who doesn’t give each other the benefit of being enemies and worse, lick and scratch each other if its itching!! Also, there are days the dog starves. I always wonder why isn’t the dog tempted to eat the cat the second it casts it eyes on it! Wouldn’t that be normal?

Why are 18 and 21 given so much importance as numbers? What exactly happens on an 18^thbirthday? Do you get screwed by wisdom? I wasn't, just curious if others were!

Can only an elephant work for peanuts?

Do birds get bored of doing the same thing? How does a bird feel when it sees an airplane flying next to it? Do woodpeckers get a headache?

Why do people say ‘falling in love’? Do they know that they are falling right in the beginning?

Why is it ALWAYS that its much more easier to concentrate on what you are doodling or thinking when a lecture is on? ALWAYS, when the lecture is on!

Mind feels light, feels good. Period.

That nameless feeling!

2010-06-09T21:02:00.007+05:00

As far as possible, if am not in my “Mc World”, I’m alert and sentient of what’s happening around me and can very conveniently name everything I feel. Confusion is a state of being for me, but at the end of the day, I know I am decisive, even though slow, I do figure things for myself.

Off lately, my head is neurotically challenged. Impatient, apprehensive, cranky, lost, pensive, always. Almost anybody can be at the receiving end, no sympathies whatsoever. I’m emotionally confused, conscience overriding the sub conscience. I can’t explain it. It’s some kind of a strange pattern, where just for the sake of being, ‘m clinging on to a feeling I’m comfortable with. Putting the troublesome at the back of my head, but for how long...

I always wanted it. Didn’t know when, dint know who, but I always knew why. Somewhere deep down I knew it would change my life. For the better or worse, I don’t know. Nevertheless, I’m willing to take a risk. I dream and plan, and dream some more, only to be hit by reality flat on the face. Things never turn out to be the way it should. Destiny plays her own dirty games. It’s always a shock or a surprise. Weirdest sad-euphoric-stupid combination EVER - a surprise. They are dark, scary and it pops out with people and other things, and for one brilliant moment, it makes you look and feel like a complete idiot. Period.

*sigh*

I am drained, emotionally. Too drained to figure what that feeling is. I might also be avoiding it, considering my past moronic expeditions. I thought it’d be like skydiving. Adventurous, audacious, carefree, euphoric, breath taking, wherein things seem so picturesque initially and as we hit rock bottom, it gets clearer. I hope it does. I wish I wasn’t so aware of what’s happening. Its right there, I just have to grab it, if I want to. For once, I’m clueless, absolutely unsure - indecisive.

And - I - am - f--- a---l---l---i---n--- g .....

ACKNOWLEDGE[m-e-n]T ;-)

2010-03-06T16:53:00.014+05:00

I observe people. I might be spotted shamelessly staring at both the sexes in a way that would make them uncomfortable and of course, make me deliver an absofreakinglutely awkward smile when I realize what I’ve been doing.

It is very difficult to generalize a topic so cosmic especially when every statement that follows has a contradicting specimen running in your head. Since I’m more of a personality over looks kinda person, I present to you qualities, actions, expressions and gestures in men, not necessarily ‘a’ type that fall into a certain age group but an assortment of things that give a faint smile or to say the least, please the mind, things i like to come across while observing men. Simple things they do, that knowingly or unknowingly showers them with all the attention they don't grasp!

MEN are cool. There is a certain level of chilled, laid back attitude in the way they talk, walk, respond to things even though they think and analyze pretty quick. They might be dirty freaks of first order but there’s always something very cool about them. I’ve listed down a few things I love about men; most of them observed in and around college premises.

Guys who shamelessly fool around with random strangers and intelligently play well with their personality and cute looks. The content on their faces when they get smiles, signs and signals in return – priceless!

The posture wherein he’s sitting on the floor or at a low height, legs apart, hands clasped with elbows resting on the knees and torso bent forward. (refer picture may be with a kunal kapoor or hrithik roshan in it LOL)

A man with a heavy voice with lots of bass and clarity in it and let say to go with that a well maintained shabby stubble look - s.e.x.y ;-)

To see a guy silently observe a woman, and pass faint smiles – very very s.e.x.y. :-)

They might speak all the trash in the world about the opposite sex, but to know that the trash talk was only confined to their brotherhood and in reality they do actually respect woman and treat women well - Thumbs Up.

A tall broad guy hugging anything smaller than him! – Double Thumbs UP! [ The best feeling EVER!]

Men turned up in formals – thumbs Up from the entire gang of girls! ;)

And very generally speaking

to watch a guy with a prominent jawline eat! (watch brad pitt : oceans’)

Veins bursting our of their forearm (atheletes/ sportsmen) or their gullet when they sing or even when they get angry,

Big rough hands (you could use them like a pillow.. That comfortable!) to list a few.

All of this might sound overly fairly tale-ish, 'only-in-your-dreams' or 'are-you-from-the-same-world-where-I-am-from' kinds, but I do know enough men with these qualities to get me back to reality! Glad to have friends n folks like them!

Also, there might be other zillion things that woman like about men, I'm not talking about the cologne they wear or their eyes or hair or anything, its more of what they do, way they talk, talk, listen, their body language...

and if you have any peculiar things to add, you can shower all of that in the comments section!

*Cheers!* ;-)

Go Die !

2010-01-20T17:13:00.008+05:00

I stand at the edge now. Giving up all I have, or maybe the ‘nothing’ that I’ve achieved. People whom I know and otherwise have their fingers pointing towards me making weird gestures. What a chaos! My mind’s thinking too loud for me to even listen to their pleas. All I can hear is my heart beating in my head, loud and clear. Why are they even concerned about me? Do I owe them anything? I have done enough wrongs and I cannot take this shit anymore. I hate my life. There’s nothing right that’s happening and I know I’m a burden to my parents. Look at these people begging to me right now.. Should I give up my life? I guess ..

To witness a suicide is an experience in itself. I saw one today and I was cold for hours. A girl standing on the parapet of a 7-storey high building, facing towards the entrance of the terrace only to see people screaming, begging and pleading not to jump.

I was unquestionably disturbed by the sight. I had the feeling of my head going totally numb, mouth dry and way too startled to say a word, eyes stuck on the girl. If she would’ve jumped, I was sure to be psychologically disturbed coz of the pre-jump time spent on staring at the nerve wrecking scenario and thinking WHY!? When she turned her back towards the concerned crowd screaming at her, a man stealthily moved behind her, grabbed her and got her down. If she was my friend I would’ve definitely punched her hard enough to make her unconscious, nevertheless, she fell unconscious right after she was ‘saved’. Kudos, to the man who saved her though.

*****

I often read articles in the newspaper vis-à-vis suicides and that, is one thing that I discontinue reading right after the headline. Its a big turn off and lately this suicide thing has become way too passé. There’s only one sentence that ALWAYS rings in my head: Fucking losers! Don’t have the balls to live. Teenage students giving up on life. Reasons - myriad. Academic stresses, relationship brawls, family traumas, peer pressure to name a few. If someone has the guts to come down to a decision and commit suicide it just needs one itsy bitsy teeeeny tiny of extra guts to live life as well! They say, failure is one thing that directly affects the ego and sense of identity in relation to the world around us. I honestly wonder how the girl is gonna live now! I don’t want/like to fill my blog with advice crap but if I have to sum it up:: God! I feel like confucius. :|

There’s always a solution to a problem, you just have to dig a little deeper every time it gets difficult. Mistakes are fun; just do them differently every single time! Life is one divine chaos. Try and make the best sound! :)

I wonder what would be the feeling of standing there and looking down. It’s something that I can only imagine coz I, have got, a basket full of things that I have to do in this lifetime and I aint going anywhere without doing them! ;)

The word suicide should be sued! :P

Ps: details about the situation are not mentioned on purpose. I don't wish to disclose them either. Thank You for not asking.

Words!

2009-11-13T21:49:00.017+05:00

I love the way Mont blanc (maw blah') is not pronounced the way its spelled.

I love it when misspell is most often misspelled!

I love the way a silent 'G' in sign is emphasized in signature

and i love it the most when a word contradicts its own meaning!

Words have always fascinated me. I just love the way it motivates, angers, intrigues and disguises people. It grabs my attention more often that I thought it did! Novels, stories, poems, lyrics, scripts, one liners, headlines... all written with a sole intention of conveying thoughts.

Ironically, Quotes never really gripped me that well. It definitely inspired me but only for the second I read it. The next thing I know is, it disappears from my memory without a trace! I just cant remember them or the person who'd said it.Its more like a disorder.

My aimless browsing led me through an array of crap and halted at a website thinkexist.com wherein I discovered a treasure chest of quotes that i could relate with oh-so-much! I have never loved words so much. I am a happy person when I read something good.

The quotes below contains a puny little element of what I am deep inside... my favorites for sure! And surprisingly, I remember them! Word by word... ;)

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."

It takes courage to change your style, your opinion, the path you walk, your hat! It takes courage to let go of weighty parts of the past. It takes courage to find your own voice.

Wit is a sword, it is meant to make people feel the point and see it.

Trust that little voice in your head that says, "Wouldn't it be interesting if..."

And then do it.

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.

Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, its a way of looking at life through the wrong end of the telescope, which is what I do and that enables you to laugh at life's realities!

The unreal is more powerful than the real because nothing is as perfect as you imagine it. Its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last.

Stone crumbles, wood rots, people, well, they die, but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

*smiles*

Do you have it?

2009-11-02T10:49:00.004+05:00

Absolutely random questions that were hitting my mind… I thought we’d have an interactive fun!

Would be nice if :: the answers are short, multiple choice Qs just choose the answer, no explanations, can post as anonymous though would be better otherwise. I hope we have enough answers!

Also, Dont bother about the font colour. ;)

And, write what you feel, you are a good person anyways! lol.

What is self respect for you?

If you had an option to kill your enemy, would you beat him until he’s dead or stab him straight through the heart?

A fling with a stranger OR a fling with a known opposite sex.

Are you true to yourself OR do you portray that you are true to yourself?

If you know the right way of a job to do but knowingly commit wrong, is that conscience OR intuition OR a “blonde” moment that fades away? (no offense to blondes, if they are reading!)

Would you tell your future better half of your past escapades?

What percent are you confident about your first answer?

I met a lot of new people this vacation, absolutely different personalities and surprisingly I’ve liked them all (Seriously surprising!) for precisely one reason, they made me think and exposed me to a whole new dimension!

:: Blown out of proportion! ::

2009-10-18T15:18:00.007+06:00

I’m fat. Not bulky-obese kind of fat, but I weigh way more than what my ideal weight should be (as per height 5’6”).I don’t have a heavy diet I wonder what would I be if I had one. I’ve got a broad frame which apparently makes me look bigger anyways! Ironically, I’m also the smallest in my family (w.r.t age and size.)

So if you can picture me, you would’ve definitely presumed it right that I’m the big one in a group of friends. And when there are guys (all of them) who have a lean figure, I’m the biggest. An absolutely analogous case with thin girls floating in the air around me while I’m rolling with them!

I don’t wear skin tight clothes, I don’t wish for a prince charming, I swear I don’t squish people under me, I don’t dance on their feet nor do I eat their share of food, I just cant understand why the bloody hell would anybody have a problem with what my size is.

Since childhood I’m associated with ‘moti’ (fatty) so much that its my nickname now. After growing up some people changed it to ‘motu’ In Kerala, my cousins call me ‘aana kutti’ (baby elephant) and my brother calls me happy-potamus (origin – hippo/potamus) I love these name! Just because it sounds cute and its not rude. What I don’t like is when the tone is sharp and bitter and the names turn to ‘saand’, ‘saandoba’, ‘hathini’ etc. I fucking hate it when somebody asks me, How come you are so fat man! ( you’ve put on weight is more than enough!) or damn your thighs are so big. I mean seriously, does it really matter/?? .. Am I sitting on you?

I love food. It makes me happy. I have no issues with veggies at all. I love chocolates (white chocolate to be precise), chicken, sweet corn and fruit salad to name a few. I love food way too much to starve and diet. I can exercise but my routines all fucked up. Still to say the least, I do it 3 times a week. I wear clothes that suit my persona and “make” me look thin. I aint the prettiest damsel in town but I do my best to present myself well. I always wish and wonder to lose weight but that never happens. Maybe I haven’t tried good enough but it all begins with giving up on things which I don’t think ‘m ready to do. Its something I’m very well aware of and also, the worst thing to be reminded over and over again!

As far as i know, I too watch my weight, but not as closely as others do!

I’m making one thing pretty clear here, for all those freaking idiots who’s got a problem with my size or anything closely related to that, get the fuck out of my life!

I aint fussy about food, I eat what I like, and I’m a merrier person! That’s all I’d like to know.

Amen.

Ps : I hate people who are fussy about food and count calories while eating them, worse, tell me how rich the food is!

Pps: I’m seriously jealous of people who are thin and don’t put on weight no matter what they eat! Freaking blessed bastards on earth! *sighs*

:: Wakey Wakey Sid Babey ::

2009-10-06T13:40:00.012+06:00

Unlike my previous review of the movie ‘Luck by chance’ wherein I narrated the story line my way and got cursed and sworn by people whom I knew and others, I try and present to you the gist of this movie. (catch the word “try”)

These are the few things I liked followed by the once I dint. Once again, catch the word “try” and read at your own risk.

The hangouts/night outs gratifies the youth and their behavior completely in harmony with the elders stance. Common traits in a friend circle or of a family is sucked out and diffused believably. Ranbirs a rich lad owns an amazing house and a credit card that’s swiped more often than it should be! College is fun and for once, there’s a fat girl in a group and she fits in well!

BOMBAY captured at its best. It looks beautiful, feels beautiful and is shown and presented in way that anybody will fall in love with it. One fine-looking city, as smooth as sandpaper! ;)

There are a lot of times when you feel the need to blurt out oh-so-cute! The scenes and frames that earn brownie points are ::

Sid’s t-shirts and ultra cute boxers ;) ,

The interiors of Aisha’s house (the transformation from flat to house *sighs*)

The birthday cake ;)

Kabir – a treat to watch.

Sonia’s timing.

The location and look of the Mumbai beat office.

The cute oh-so-awww cuddle, after they get drunk.

The movie got stretched before and a little after the interval. (and at some point it got boring coz I wasn’t quiet while watching it, I just cant remember which part)

Sid gets the job easy as pie. *rolls eyes*

The ending is similar to that of ‘luck by chance’. *wicked grin*

And Sitting in the 6^th row can give you a crick in the neck. :|

The best thing about the movie is that its fresh. And it sort of proves that men are from mars and women from venus. A very regular story, an aptly chosen cast and ample scenes here and there that scores brownie points.After a series of pointless, worthless, hopeless and absolutely senseless movies it’s over-whelming to finally watch a decent flick.

Songs blends with the movie. All hail Shankar-ehsaan-loy and Amit Trivedi(of dev D fame) for the song iktara.

Ik taara ko 5 stars :|

I wont tag this as a must watch but if you’ve subjected yourself to flicks like ‘whats your rashee’, ‘hadippa’, ‘wanted’ etc THEN this one’s a must watch.

Rating 3.5/5 =)

Ps: I hope this one's a better review.

And its really difficult to watch a movie peacefully when you have friends who cannot shut up!... The .5 extra is coz they made it look even more funnier! ;)

That lovey dovey feeling

2009-09-25T21:46:00.011+06:00

Late night strolls ...

a bigger figure to cuddle into ...

to have exactly same turn offs...

to mess around like friends do ...

to share weird fantasies ...

of doing wrong and feeling right ....

of being watched; detail to detail ...

of silence being over-whelmed by long deep breaths ...

or for a thought of him to weigh more than a million others present ...

I really wonder what falling in love would feel like. Especially when almost everyone you know have discovered it, others you dont know are showing it and people like my own self are no where in the vicinity.

It doesn’t matter if it lasts for an year, a month, a week, hour, few minutes or may be a moment

for, "some things are like skywriting, a really beautiful thing that lasts just a couple of moments and then … .. . "

I blame cute hollywood flicks for making me feel like this... they make things seem oh-so-perfect!

Ps: : I’m suffering from brain freeze,

here’s the 'heart' signing off. =)

Pps: aaaahhhh that cupid, that f***ing little punk.. Hate him so much. ~x(

Come Play!

2009-09-05T00:45:00.010+06:00

A 10 second long stare, a smile, an ‘oh-‘m-sorry’ or an ‘excuse me’ drives him crazy to an infinitive. He likes her and she knows it. She is in a relationship with some other guy and claims to be committed but nevertheless, grabbing attention, exchanging glances or may be doing something absolutely atypical wouldn’t come to an end.

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He knows apathetic eating habits infuriates and worries her. A minor tiff is all it takes for him to starve and get her back to his life.

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Not answering her call for more than a week would wreck her state of being. Why not make her miss me and gain my mighty importance in her life!?!

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Protagonist :: Her …………… Victim : Him

Most women act dumb and pretend to be ‘miss ignorant’. I really don’t understand whats the fun in proving yourself as the fool but I presume there should be something, for a larger cluster to be that way! So, there’s Miss Ignorant and her toy, knight in shining armor, comes to her rescue and showers her with all the damn intelligence. She plays the cards right, drives him crazy with her moves and keeps him on his toes. And when the going gets tough, the tough gets going! He ultimately turns into this crazy majnu of previous centuries, when she’s a 'fastrack' girl. According to myths, majnu has to go fanatical and voila! he does in this case too.She can get him to do anything for her and worse, he does it!

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Protagonist : Him ……………. Victim : Her

Tables turn, and he’s the fastrack guy and she, the laila. Most men who play, are foxes of first order! Every move, every sentence and every single gesture is rehearsed, re-rehearsed and so on. He gets emotionally attached to her, no matter how long it takes. Floored by his charm and spontaneity(*rolls eyes*), she’s attracted towards him and eventually becomes an emotional fool as planned. Meaningless trust and words are all given and taken, nothings left except for sad messages and missed calls.

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Mind games, sounds needlessly vicious and they are fun but only when you are the player. We all at some point, consciously or otherwise, mess with others mind.

I observe most of this in college coz you have an incredible assortment of Adam n Eve, Laila Majnu, Edward Bella, Dharmedra Hema and the new age fastrack girl and guy with all possible permutations combinations and extensive drama - action plus a massive load of cribbing that follows aftermath!

There’s one set that smirks at their achievement – proud winners , one - that takes off with endless cribbing and one - who’s been a spectator to all of this crap!

I agree there’s some amount of excitement when you play aankh micholi ….

but do you realize when fun element turns serious? Or do you purposely let it linger coz you have nothing to lose?

I could never clarify these with my friends coz none of them accepts they play such games!

I'm the third party here, I know they do!

On weddings and smiles

2009-08-25T03:24:00.008+06:00

I believe in love marriages, not that all of them work, but its got an edge when you know what you are falling into. And at least for a split second in your life you are the happiest.

Weddings are supposed to be for merry making. That’s why you invite people, to join and share your happiness. I wonder ‘the delight’ is ever shared in mallu marriages (hindu - haven’t been a spectator to others yet). It seems as if ‘m being subjected to high order of a practical joke.

If I elaborate shortly ( :| lazy as I can be), well, a day before the wedding the groom’s sister come to the brides place and adorns her with a few heavy gold bangles and gives her a set of clothes to be worn the next day. The house is full of relatives (which is the only part I like, relatives you know, dont know, should know, you think you know, EVERYBODY!) and then we move on to dinner. What’s there for dinner is somehow more imperative and, surprisingly, is what that is talked about aftermath. Ah, how can I miss, the photographers’ the most vital member of the event, coz he’s the one who takes a call on almost every gesticulation. *sighs*

Next day, THE big day, since morning you are adhering exactly what the photographer’s saying and aiding him to make you look like God knows what on earth. I fail to find an element to compare!

Anyways. So, a big hall, a stage. The Hall’s chock-a-block no matter how big it is. More or less 50 people on stage hopping, jumping, fiddling, fumbling, falling, running. Excluding photographers, pandit, and other video people who are shouting, pulling, shifting, clicking, directing, and blocking the crowd’s view with their wonderful back profiles. Bride, groom very serious. No smiles. Bride soaks the sweat in a tissue, P.O.P shouldn’t fall off or may be get drenched away. The Crowd, noisier than 10 mumbai locals put together plus 4 irritated bus conductors and 10 archana puran singh collectively. The music playing in the backdrop barely audible. Nobody knows when the marriage happens. Then, a few(thousand) more photos and lunch and another party there after. (party = more eating, nothing else, we mallus just call it ‘party’) :D

I wish there could be more sensitivity in what the bride and groom feels. Two lovers, officially uniting and hoping for a happily ever after. Something that they might have planned and executed a million times in their heads and finally after an eternity its materializing. It takes a lot for things to happen exactly the way we want. But frankly, its only the hogging segment people seem to be interested in. The other things don’t capture their level of interest.

Which is why I like the next video oh-so-much. I’ve watched it countless times and smiled through the whole video every single time. EVERY SINGLE TIME. I even danced for two hours on the same damn song! :P

Happy smiling for the next 5 minutes. Best part the entry of the bride and bridegroom. =)

Hope you like it. *smiles*

I LOVE IT! *grins*

ps: This post is simple blabbering... and random thoughts that knocked on my head! As random as it sounds.

:: Who moved my cheese? ::

2009-08-16T00:42:00.010+06:00

CHANGE is one fully loaded word. Nobody knows who pulls the trigger. The ambience is wicked, your mind is chaotic and body, lame. All you know is things aren’t the same. There’s drama and malevolence and the world’s a stage, literally. Either you can create a hullabaloo and give away yourself or maybe lie still and die silently or you could act smartly and find a way to survive. You could either adapt gradually or crib about the prevailing condition. So clearly, its either this or that.

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I like the color of sky, experiencing seasons, watching tides, any form of art, and trends. Precisely for one reason. They change with time, places and people. I wonder if I’d welcome the newness the exact same way I feel about it or whether my conscience would co-operate with my intuition or I’d feel the same about change when I experience it considering how closely parallel my dreams and reality run. (that’s some serious toil)

Personally, I like change. And I change consciously and otherwise (almost less than every 6 months) until some external force compels me to do something I don’t much approve of. Being a student I’m subjected to the latter more often than it should be. And, ofcourse things always turn out exactly the way its dreamt of. (?!?!) Nevermind.

Every phase of our former years reflects veraciously during some point in the latter phase. The way I was bought up during my schooling time is exactly the opposite I want to be now. (want to be – the key words). Well, I was treated like a delicate darling (not exactly delicate but darling hell yeah!), almost got everything I asked for easy as pie. I was barely permitted to go out, as there were elders to do that. I’d never “grown enough” to do things on my own. It was always “later, when you’ll grow up”. (Still) .People (the mom, the dad), verbalized it as protection where as I call it being completely barred. Atleast, this is what generation gap taught me. Hence, now ‘m a bit twisted, I like things the unconventional way!

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I read this book : WHO MOVED MY CHEESE? By Spencer Johnson in more or less 20 mins. Read the 1^st 20 pages and flipped through the rest. Reason?

The book couldn’t capture my attention ( or ‘may be’ I wasn’t in the mood). I sort of knew what was coming, no suspense whatsoever and no fun either. Also, I aint that fond of parables. The book spells out L-I-F-E, as if its an introduction to it. (as mentioned earlier, I like it twisted). Well, in the book, cheese is a metaphor for the various aims and aspirations one dreams in life. And how the surroundings keep changing and with what degree of positivity one must accept and get adapted to them.

If you are too tetchy about things around you, give that book a read. Should be good.Else just go through it anyways, it wont take more than an hr. And share your reviews.

For all those who’ve read,

Hey! I’m HAW! =)

Gauche

2009-07-12T13:11:00.009+06:00

I am known for my worst timing, be it at home, college, trains, anywhere… wrong place, wrong time, wrong expression. My expression on the face and mind are absolutely tangent. Its good to some extent, considering my timing, I could’ve have easily been smacked by people like a million times. I even laugh when I know its wrong to. =|

My equation at home is sort of normal. I don’t talk much. My behavioral pattern if observed is very discreet. So people (the mom, the dad) basically don’t know what all I know and what I don’t. They think I’m pretty dumb in things remotely related to the crazy hormone stuff and others (yeah right!)

For eg: a few months back my mom asked me if I know what ‘rape’ meant. To which I subtly nodded a yes without looking at her though my mind was blaring that my gyaan attained soaring heights in 7^th grade alright… I know what these tiny words mean! *rolls eyes* The key here is the awkward silence that prevails. The clash at times is so freaking-ly unbelievable!

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The television has always been an integral part for crafting amply difficult situations at home. It always happens that whenever I’m watching English channels the air around is uncomfortable. Snuggling and rolling are all that happens in those channels. I’ve stepped out of this box long back but some haven’t. Need I say a thing about the ads :: I-pill, all condom ones (esp the parrot one), amul macho!, and kabhi kabaar virgin mobiles! Sometimes there'll be pin drop silence in the room and lets say the ad in which the parrot is named condom appears on the screen! The silent room is filled with 'condom, alle lle condom , condom do this, do that'. I might have sinned big time. These situations give me a panic attack every single time and an eye-popping impulsive shaking of the head in my mind, which I deal in the same relaxed posture, no change of expressions whatsoever and eyes stuck on the TV!

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Picture this :

A lazy Sunday afternoon. There’s nobody around me. My parents are in their room. I, very comfortably seated on the sofa in my living room with my legs stretched along the length and head rested peacefully at an angle at the junction of the arm and the backrest. I’m watching VH1. Some rapper is hopping around and doing his thing, the video on military lines. My dad opened the door to see what I’m watching only to find two fools kissing passionately on screen. (Where did the guns go??????) I felt like I was caught red handed! =/. I was gawking at the tv in disbelief. The posture, the song, the scene, the clash – none that complimented each other!

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The train incident :: I had to sprint to catch my regular train to college. The train as usual was crowded and my free morning massage could’ve happened easily! I ended up right at the door, standing face to face to one late fifties mau-shi (aunt) with fresh mogra (jasmine) rolled around her bun. As she was a few inches shorter, her forehead almost reached my nose. That was probably the closest I’ve been to any women for that long a time! Though the scent of the mogra found its way from the nuisance of all other perfumes and talc’s , behind me was a fisherwomen who’s stink filled every end of my nerve. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place trying my best to remain conscious with my legs shivering with the unusual tensed sprint and the array of stomach tumbling fragrances, when the maushi looked deep into my eyes and burped continuously with her mouth half open straight on my face. OMG… I felt like jumping off the train. I looked away with a constipated face trying to put my head out and breathe in some fresh air. It was one 911 situation. Guess that swine really wanted me to know what it had that morning ! =|

Rhythm Divine - My new blog! ... Welcome all ^_^

2009-07-04T15:04:00.008+06:00

Okay, off lately, its like a train of songs and random lyrics that’s stuck in my head. I’m blending the songs and muddling the lyrics and singing something that doesn’t make sense whatsoever. Anyways, a lot of people I know are into various genres of music , so may be this can be the perfect place to share and expand our realm of sound.

So my previous post and my obsession with music and lyrics and tunes and artists intrigued me to create a brand new blog exclusively for music . My tastes keep changing but lately ‘m mostly into alternative rock (and have always got a soft corner for country music.) Amongst Bollywood numbers, I <3> vishal-shekhar creations, shankar ehsaan loy handiworks and sufi numbers. Needless to say I love listening to kailash kher! : - )

I hope you guys will like the new blog.

Share your fav songs/artists/lyrics with me.

Let there be sound!

Welcome to ::

♪ Rhyŧhm Ðiviηє ♪ http://hums-and-smiles.blogspot.com

ps: Annie, qoutes were an inspiration! :)

:: Stuck in the head ::

2009-06-28T18:47:00.011+06:00

One song, one damn song; stuck in the head for quite a few days now. And not the whole song; just 3 lines from it. Nevertheless its entangled completely with my thoughts. I’m hardly thinking; ‘m quiet, humming, observing, smiling with lips barely displaced leaving slightest of curves on my cheeks...

Ever wondered why songs get stuck in the head? When do they leave? Are you consciously aware of it?

This is the song that’s on my mind. Its a story penned down to the perfect blend of words and sound. I recommend this to all – its definitely worth a listen!

REMEMBERING SUNDAY by ALL TIME LOW

Woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past two in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days

Leaning out into the breeze
Remembering Sunday he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs

Now this place is familiar to him
She pulls on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him up stairs
Left him dying to get in

Forgive me I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
I don’t mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And its driving me crazy it seems
I’m gonna ask her to marry me

Even though she doesn’t believe in love
He’s determined to call her bluff
Who can deny these butterflies
They’re filling his gut

Waking the neighbors
Unfamiliar faces he pleads though he tries
But he’s only denied
Now he’s dying to get inside

Forgive me I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
I don’t mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And its driving me crazy it seems
I’m gonna ask her to marry me

The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn’t think much of it then
But it started to all make sense

Oh I can see now
That all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my who ever
Where ever she may be

[her]

I'm not coming back
I've done something so terrible
I’m terrified to speak the truth you'd expect that from me
I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
And out of my mind
keeping an eye on the world
So many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now I'm not home in the clouds
Showering over your hair

[him]
I guess i'll go home now
I guess i'll go home now
I guess i'll go home now
I guess i'll go home now

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N884w0ndbfY

(Take a look 'm pretty sure you wont regret.)

I’m trying hard to concentrate with these three lines being played on repeat in my head. I dunno know the lyrics by-heart but I do know that once I know them, the head will hunt for a new song to hang on to! ;)

Meanwhile, this thought is tickling my brain cells and ’m enjoying this state of disturbia!

:: Stormed ::

2009-06-18T00:06:00.011+06:00

Let go off me.. Stop asking me questions.. yeah I’ll hit the sack as soon as I reach home, WHY DO YOU CARE?.. WE don’t have to do this work; you do if you want and I’ll do if I want.. Don’t ask me stooopid questions… you heard me abusing? so what?l?! If my candor kills you then stay far far away!

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I’m blunt, say like a butter knife; if I be used as a weapon; I’ll tear you apart unlike a knife that’ll gash you neatly. A tear would leave a better impact than a gash. . I tend to do things in an uglier fashion. Not intentionally, it’s just a trait.

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Last 8 days and now -oh-my-god. I could’ve pulled out my brains and stretched it mindlessly until it resembled an intestine! Why? ‘coz my people are wrecking my mind. My near ones. Dearest.

What do you do when you are in such circumstances? When your phone can’t stop ringing? When he/she gives up and starts buzzing on the landline? When both don’t work, end up freaking the crap outta me turning up at my doorstep? And then listen to them, with voices screaming out loud in your head I WANT ALONE TIME!.. I DON’T CARE WHO’s GOING AROUND WITH WHO.. I KNOW I GOT SUBMISSIONS SO WHAT.. IT DOESN’T MATTER TO ME HOW YOU SPENT EVERY SEC OF THE DAY.. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. With whom would you share your sorrows now? How would you slaughter this prey? How do you tell the person standing right next to you; who’s busy blabbering something recent that happened; that every vein in your body has bloated and is ready to unleash the blaring voices in your head.

The thought that my already prevailing cranky mood was garnished by my people, was suffocating me. I wanted peace, some alone time of staring at a blank wall or go to some picturesque heaven and close my eyes and breathe or hugging and cuddling around my teddy. I just had to gift myself some quality time that’s all I want; just to give some direction to my volatile thoughts and fury.

A part of it is tackled now.

'm Glad.

:: Hobby Lobby ::

2009-06-03T15:15:00.013+06:00

Summer vacations have been a snooze fest for me. I always rattle on and make a list of things I want to try a hand on but that enthusiasm never lingers because of authentic reasons obviously (laziness and who’ll-go-shopping-for-the-things-in-this-freaking-heat).

But this time, oh my my *smirks* I actually did something!! I blame my clumsiness for this… last year I broke quite a few things which dint break adequately so I couldn’t wholeheartedly fling them away considering where I bought it from and how much I shelled out. I preserve things till its impossible for me to collect it from the ground.

So finally, Tadaaaa… Welcome to my hobby lobby!

Since I’ve got that thing with readymade table mats.. I thought of making one myself. I bought a few ice cream sticks and stuck them in this fashion. Absolutely effortless and very cheap. Ahh.. childhood memories! ;;)

And yeah, that’s my coffee mug :P

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I had bought that bell thingy from National Institute of Design(NID, Ahmedabad) and meant a lot to me but sadly it broke and almost 2 ¼ out of 5 (1 full, ¾, ½) was left. I broke the other two and kept back the full one.

I had a metal belt with butterflies on, very fragile. I should’ve used it as an adornment for the house or curtains, I have no clue whatsoever why I bought it! It dint slide easily through the loops of the jeans and I never wore ultra short tops to show them off :P … Anyways that broke too (had to).

I put the butterflies and bell together to get this. It doesn’t make much sound other than slight jangle of the metals. Nevertheless it’s hung in my room.

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We had a beautiful clock which was almost an antique and we were about to throw it when I saw that the glass covering was loose, I sat down and took it off and preserved it till now to do a glass painting on it :D .. This is the 1^st time I tried this all by myself. The cat gives a nice impact but technically it’s not at all good… there are air bubbles and the color isn’t spread equally. I screwed up with the liner completely.

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Canvas!... This is one disastrous ride… first time I tried and the way I was refurbishing it constantly disappointed me by the end of it… coz I know I could’ve done it better…

The transformation is clearly seen =| .. damn it!.. I’ll be making another one way better than this one for sure =|.. ‘m kinda consoling myself, it being my 1^st attempt. =| Mom,dad bro pretty happy with it, but till the time 'm not satisfied no one can make me happy. *sighs* (that canvas is expensive and look how royally i messed it!.. i know if it would've had a darker background, the flower and all would have stood out better.)

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And finally, the best acc to me.. pot painting.

Bought terra cotta pots and painted them with acrylic pearl colors. I send the pink one as a gift to my brother via his friend. I hope you get the brains behind it. =|

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The second one I thought as a birthday gift for seno but I noticed a slight crack on the ring so would make a bigger one for her! I have used blue, red, gold and white.. other colors that you see are created when they blend with each other. I LOVE colors.

Ps: Seno… will give it to you if/when we meet. Lol… till then I’ll show it off at my place! =D

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I had another miniature pot… sadly it broke before I could do anything. I had a concept for that too. Will do a few more of these... since it came out better than others…

This is what I did the summer. I read a few books, thought of writing a review but now 'm sort of lazy.. may be laters! =)

I hope you like it. =)

cheers!

Chasing Dreams :: My Bucket List

2009-05-22T20:53:00.012+06:00

Red :: Hobbies || Ochre :: Charity || Yellow:: Adventure || Green :: Family || Blue :: Art || Purple :: Life || Pink :: Architecture || Orange :: Music and Movies || Black :: Yet to discover.

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I love the idea of chasing dreams. Its like a game of treasure hunt or hide and seek. You know its all around you; you just got to look for it.

I love fairy tales. I always wanted and wished one fairy tale life for myself. Not anymore. There’s a practical world out there. There’s competition. There’s vigor. There’s terror. There’s death. And If there’s any kind of character that I want, I cannot keep dreaming about it, I have to forge myself into it. And this thought brings sheer self confidence and a slight hope in me.

The thrill of doing something you always dreamed of; the sense of glory on achieving something when no-one but you believed in yourself; certain thoughts, notions, ideas, hobbies, that your parents don’t understand; the rebellious way of seeking answers or questioning the authority; the pleasure of finding something absolutely priceless after all the trouble, seems worth all this play!

I believe,

The more you chase, the more you experience

The more you experience, the more you learn

More you learn, more the memories..

I would love to go down the memory lane and feel glorious of what I’ve achieved!

It sounds like I’m old already and ‘m going to die tomorrow but nevertheless, this is my bucket list of things I want to do before I die. =P =D

Travel the world thrice atleast – Alone, With parents, With my love. (then kids may be)
Learn foreign languages and Experience various cultures and cuisines.
Learn to play guitar.
Learn how to swim.
Learn to play lawn tennis.
Learn how to ride a bike.
Learn how to drive a car.
Experience Scuba diving, sky diving, bungee jumping, free fall, rock climbing, Para-gliding and rock climbing. (WooooHooooo … )
Have an incredible music and movie collection.
Have an amazing book collection... library sort of thing at home with books to die for.
Be 100% eco friendly. [Go green]
Take care of a child and provide him/her with complete education.(Padega india toh badega india! 8))
Give my big bro a house that he desires. (That’s not an easy one; he needs an indoor sports complex, a golf court, and many more weird luxuries likewise! =|)
Give up non veg and support Peta. ( I still do, but non veg =/)
Be a philanthropist.
Give mom and dad all luxuries in life.
Have a gallery of my works, pot paintings, glass paintings, wall hangings, junk jewelry, canvas paintings etc – a mini store may be.
Meet all my online friends at least once [The kingdom] and other close ones. =)
Pursue home decoration.
Have an exhibition displaying my works (canvas) and sell them!
Be a successful architect.
Want to write in magazines (architectural, of course), be a critic.
Perform as a vocalist in front of a huge crowd.
Buy a soft toy which is as big as me. xD (no partner, no problem!)
Try a hand on set designing.
Get into a shape that I desire. ("I desire" is the key word! :D)
Have a happy family with doggies. (including doggies =)) =)) ..sheesh bizarre! )
Know atleast three dance forms well and the rest basics. ( obv that demands for a partner who dances or a partner who wouldn’t mind me dancing with other men. :D)
Fall in love with the right guy.
Have a happily ever after life, breathtakingly romantic. *dreams..grasps..smirks*

Its about time I start living “my life” by my quotes.

PS :: I might add a few more to these the minute I discover the black ones!

ADD ONS::

Get a tattoo done (atleast one before marriage and another one after) xD

FUTURISTIC WORLD

2009-04-26T00:41:00.017+06:00

Suffice to say, its set in the future, Earth is over-crowded, and there’s no room to move. Maybe the cities on the planet have grown so much that they’ve merged into one big, planet-sized, city.

With the ever hiking population crisis that we (the world) are facing, growth as a city, in terms of infrastructure and services becomes very critical.

The revolution has started already. Overcrowding of cities has forced the planners to look beneath the land. For instance, the New Amsterdam city that’s going to be constructed beneath the existing one. One whole city under the ground!! [How low can it get?]

The area crisis is coercing the planners to dig deeper and also, escalate vertically and beyond. I’m sure in future, technology will reach to such an opti-

mum that we would erect something floating in the air too! Unbelievable Science, you see!

Our existing skyline would look nothing less than an artistic mockery of national integration! People would be commuting comfortably from crown to crown; monorails would pass right through the front of your 75^th floor exotica! Cities would be congested and grossly suffocating to dwell. And now that people have started digging the ground, in no time will we be residing above and under water as well.

Bridges will branch into new roadways and make way for a new city above water. On the other hand, new companies, hotels, universities, etc will be built underwater. And so would villas of

famous personalities, coz they either live on hills a.k.a top of the world [in future may be literally!] or now, underwater. It would undoubtedly add to their glam-quotient.

Overseas trade won’t exist. Ships, docks, harbors all erratic. Fisheries would face the heat too. People will be fishing sitting at their homes, from their lovely balconies admiring a beautiful city floating above water! What an exhilarating view! [The closest you can reach to nature, how cool is that?!]

Monkeys will prefer swimming and so would cats, dogs and elephants. Wildlife won’t subsist. Considering the situations, by then we’ll all learn how to live together! Marine life?... well, if people have fish tanks in their houses, there’s a chance. The man with a golden heart would have a soft corner for sharks and whales. Birds, one specie that can do what they have been doing. They would be awarded brand new homes –the concrete jungles.

Politics! Oh my God, politics. It would be as complicated and insensitive as the city’s layout!!

Terrorism will be considered a boon. A superlative device for population control.

Aquariums would be replaced by artificial jungles [who’d need aquariums anyways.. mere waste of space!] with precisely 10 trees and the walls with scenic illusionary paintings. Pay 10,000/- and get 10 minutes of fresh air!! Brreeaaatthheee

It says: "In memory of man 2000000 BC - AD 2030

He who once dominated the earth destroyed it - with his wastes , his poison andd his own numbers."

Peace \/

Amen.

Time Please @ BREAK! :D

2009-03-29T21:57:00.006+05:00

I, Queen Julian, (that's what I call myself these days :P :D) .. was tagged, begged to post (lol), by seno this lmao crap!! ... thanks seno, I really love all that it says about you! :D ..stay happy freak! (mwwwaah)

This is what I want to say...

Dear Seno,

I don’t really know how to tell you this, I dislike your eyelashes. I think I realized it, when I threw up In your sock drawer in your car and I saw you sit on the catholic priest. I’m sure you are Masochistic enough to understand that your smell makes me vomit. I'm returning your toe ring to you, but I'll keep my virginity as a memory. You should also know that I never will forget that night and your cucumber fetishism is weird.

Best of luck on your sex change,

Anu

LMAO =)) :|

Was this fun or what!

I pass this tag to whoever is as bored and worthless as I am.

I hope this makes you or the person whom you are writing to happy or mad.

Peace.

Bleh! :|

Break Update!!~

2009-03-12T22:13:00.005+05:00

I wont be blogging for a while. I'm too busy finishing my submissions, drawings and models. Biased opinions, no value of work put in, loadsa efforts no outcome, Lack of sleep or no sleep at all is making me cranky on a regular basis. The same reason, I was off blogger from the past many days.

I thought I’ll vent my frustration here, but somehow I changed my mind.

I’d be off blogger till April end; till my exams terminate.

Will come here on n off and read stuff..

Till then,

Have fun

Happy blogging!

>>:D<<

The Golden 8

2009-02-23T11:27:00.012+05:00

SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE ** applauds**

Neatly plausible movie. Critical Outbursts. Soundtrack – magnum opus. Worldwide appreciation. Artistically adapted screenplay. An out-of-the-box treat for viewers. A clear sweep at OSCARS. A pleased Indian.

Mighty A R Rehman does it again. Royally.

:: PS :: Wall-E won the best animation flick. ^J^ . Had to.

Best actor in a supporting role to Heath Ledger (The Dark Knight). Well merited.

R.I.P Amen.

Also, I feel A R Rehman has always been associated with his eloquent music, his better implacable music being in Bombay and Roja. Just that this time, it was acknowledged worldwide. Thanks to the firang director. ;)