Sunday, December 28, 2008
Step 2. See what step 1 has showed
Step 3. Choose where you want to go
Step 4. Jump up for the more you grow
Step 5. You can run and live like cheetah
Step 6. Fly high and reach as far
Step 7. Look around a little more
Step 8. See if anymore left to go
Step 9. Take a deep breath
Step 10. Let it go. Period
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
So, I write with a slight difference.
It was an opportunity for us young under grads to meet the alumni of an organisation that really deserves to be praised. IITs have been praised to produce distinguished citizens who have held responsible positions across the world. I did not grasp the statement much.
But as I was networking over a cup of coffee with elderly alumni from different IITs I realised they all had one thing in common. They were mostly, CEOs or Co-Founders or Directors or any other word that gives the same awe. Everyone about 40 to 60 years of age had a lot say about what lay ahead. They gave out advice, shared anecdotes, talked about their IITians days.
And when they did talk about their IITian days, they did not seem very different from us. This was inspiring as well as scary. To think that my institute had produced such as those I was talking to was slightly unbelievable. And all I did so far was get through the JEE. It is scary to think that my friends are expected to uphold that awe these people had bestowed upon the term IIT.
It was an event was meant to inspire, innovate and transform. And so it did.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Any ideas anyone ?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Next I know, 11 hours had passed. I got up and washed and fed myself. Then yet again the slumber took me over. I breathed in and out, floating in and out of phone calls, of people talking to me, of a variety of things, of seasons, emotions.
I finally came out of it to realize I am not really in it anymore and the past 36 hours passed without me remembering anything much.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
There was a financial meltdown that hit every economy. Companies went bankrupt. And companies refused to come for placements. People lost jobs.
There was lashing rain. Cyclone Nisha took lives. People lost homes.
There was a terrorist attack. Mumbai was struck with shoot out. People lost lives.
PM, the economist, takes charge of finance ministry.
The operation Cyclone against the terrorist forces ended.
There was sunlight and Nisha receded.
It's a new day.
And my best friend has a baby girl.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The Ice is Getting Thinner by Death Cab for Cutie
We're not the same, dear, as we used to be
The seasons have changed and so have we
There was little we could say and even less that we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you
We buried our love in the wintery grave
A lump in the snow was all that remained
But we stayed by it's side, as the days turned to weeks
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak
When the spring arrived, we were taken by surprise
When the flows under our feet bled into the sea
And nothing was left for you and me
We're not the same dear and it seems to me
There's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath
Then it saddens me to say what we both knew was true
That the ice was getting thinner under me and you
The ice was getting thinner under me and you
After all these years I suddenly started to search for it. At first I couldn't find it. But I pinged everyone I thought might have or can find.
I finally found it.
It's beautiful. It's perfect.
It still makes me cry.
The Only Love I Had by Venice
(performed by Vonda Shepard in Ally McBeal)
Once upon a time
A long time ago
I thought that I should leave you
I thought that you should go
I never really said goodbye
I never even heard you cry
And after all this time, it's hard to say
The only love I had, I sent away
Ah, but you were young
Younger than I knew
I hope you can forgive me
I was younger too
I really thought th at I could see
What was best for you and me
Though after all this time, it's hard to say
'Cause the only love I had, I sent away
Sometimes as I lay here in the dark
I wonder where you're sleeping
If you think of me at all
Are you warm?
Are you happy where you are?
Do you sometimes feel like weeping
When the summers turn to fall?
Do you think of me at all?
And so I send this out
Wherever you may be
To tell you I still love you
You're still a part of me
And if you could ever find a way
I'll be hoping for the day
When you can smile at me and tell me it's okay
That the only love I had, I sent away
So here is a new header... a not so cue, exams going on with job hunting around the corner and not to mention a btech degree to run after and in the process try get an admission for a masters programme...
Oh yeah.. I m jammed and life is looking good!
so in short .. the not so customised header...
Monday, November 24, 2008
There was this face wash that I bought before going to Jamshedpur for my intern. I used it for a long time. It has been about two months since I haven't used it. And that was because it wasn't available. I bought it again last Friday.
And guess what! When I used it last night, alone in the night when everyone was sleeping, it was like the times I used it in Jamshedpur. I suddenly felt surprised as a number of incidents came flooding to me. If it were a movie, imagine my hostel washroom changing into the Jamshedpur bog when the camera runs around me. And then in black and white fast-forward reels of twilight hour in the garden in front of GT1 with the bent down sunflowers rushing past...
Yeah! Weird memories. I miss those times. It is three in the night as I note these memories down again. And one day when I read them, I would laugh at what a sentimental fool I am!
Now, I could just not recollect any particular incident that showed anything. How would I know when I sued Mind over Matter? For all I know I used it cos it was the most obvious thing to do then.
I caught hold of a junior and asked if she ever thought I did anything worth mentioning. She thought a bit but could not quite put down anything in particular. That's when she made this statement that I should probably go through my blog.
Well, it did help me a bit. I did at least write down a round up of my Lit sec term and quite a bit about my Shaastra as well. Even though the posts might not really mention a particular achievement, they did bring back memories which told me a lot more that I did and forgot.
So keep blogging!!!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I am exceptionally happy today! Why? Mood swings :P
I am done with a pass/fail course and I celebrated by deleting the entire folder of that course from my comp. :)
I also got my cheque for travel reimbursement which I actually thought would never come.
I have new faith that I might actually make it to the IIMs. This is kinda sad. I can't say I am out, neither can I say I am in. But it's ok. Life is all about hope.
And yes, the dejavu is causing mood swings too :)
I woke up on 17th morning not knowing what to do. I had tones to do. But it just suddenly seemed free. Suddenly didn't have much to do. Thi sfeeling was awesome.
BUT soon enough I was engulfed into the sea of resume uploads and endsems and placement prep and BTP with the crazy review dates that we can't do much.
I hope I survive the next few weeks too...
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I guess i can hold on for three more weeks without passing out and life would seem better if not rosier.
Now I know why people give up on eevrything in their 8th sem.
And if I get on with it, I'll know I can get on with anything in my life :)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Now, brush your hair smoothly
Saturday, November 01, 2008
I've come to this world so wild and free.
Here I am, so young and strong,
Right here in the place where I belong.
This is possibly the single most impacting song in my life. I've sung this from the very beginning of my JEE days. And it rang in my head every time I did something new.
Over the years transition takes place into the unknown, the unfamiliar and the unprobed territories and it doesn't seem so good or so right. Wrong seems right and differences are the in thing this time. Some of the important conversations are the most annoying. People have their own ideas about almost everything under the sun. Bryan Adams is gayish sounding and I can't even construct a sentence straight anymore. It doesn't matter, I'm given up on GRE and life has too many strategic turnings to take that I want to take them all but it doesn't work that way and we all know that. There is this CAT race waiting and this job hunting to begin yet. So drams was today by the way.
Monday, October 20, 2008
I slowly walked after the initial excitement died down.
There was a layer of dust on everything. The room was just like it was when locked. clothes are heaped in a pile for wash, luggage bags with some clothes inside, newspapers stacked up roughly in one corner, bed unkempt, the computer with its CPU cover off.
It was like somebody is living here. Yet there was a layer of dust on everything.
It's like somebody left expecting to come back in a few days and never came back. It was spooky and it all came rushing back. I was too scared to touch anything. And then I stumbled on a perfume bottle.
Scent. It was the scent of the past, of memories and of what I was once and what I am now.
I tolerated an hour. Then I just wanted to leave. I couldn't do what I came for. I had urge to take away the perfume bottle but I resisted. It would haunt me day and night if I did. And I left. I didn't finish what I came to do. I could always come again tomorrow.
And I locked the room again.
And I left.
I can come back tomorrow.
SO saying I tossed the key into the bushes.
And I left
Thursday, October 09, 2008
It happens every year as part of interhostel lit-soc competitions. And every year it's something that Sharav looks forward to for two reasons.
Firstly, we always win either 1st or 2nd. Secondly, the final year team which is allowed to dance on atage just for the heck of it is special since the Sharav delegation comes in sarees.
Well well I am in the final year and this is the first time I am to wear a sari in insti. What fun! And so it began. We all decided on the songs, practiced our steps, checked out each others saris and all the accessories that go with it.
So the final day came. I wore my sari and someone says its after 3 hours. So I changed, we had dinner and then we all began to dress. Some of got dressed and went up the venue. SOme of us were still on the way. I reached there just when they announced Sharav B team. We asked them to delay it for a while since some of them were on their way still. No one heard us. No one cared. And we danced
Some joined in some couldn't make it. After all the time spent to practice steps, after all the time spent to adjust our sari steps all we needed was 5 mins onstage with just us in our saris. And it was not to be.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Undoubtedly the lamest tag ever, but I have been tagged n shall tag n take my revenge
People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.
I WAS TAGGED BY SAHITHI
If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
Duh! I'd say "Dude I beat you to it" :P
If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
To own a house in Venice with an Italian and a swimming pool (not to mention my wings)
Whose butt would you like to kick?
The person who said my dream would come true
What would do with a billion dollars?
Would I get a house in Venice, a permanent visa and an italian for a billion dollars ? I guess so
Will you fall in love with your best friend?
That's a tough question. Which one?
Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
Neither is fun, how can it be a blessing
How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?
Till I run into someone else worth my love
If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?
Err. Go get him. what else?
Actually not if he is attached to my friend
If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?
Water. Clean WATER.
What takes you down the fastest?
Ah! my own moodswings
Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?
On Moon advertising for my company.
What’s your fear?
What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Hmmm. Tough one again. Cuddly and fun is all I remember. Oh yeah emotional too.
Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
Single and rich.
If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?
Which two ?
Would you give all in a relationship?
all of what ?
Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing she/he has done?
Yeah! But I dunno why
Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
err... depends on the relationship
and i tag : puppet, madman, leela, amrit, aditya, ashtung, (please don hurt me)
Monday, September 29, 2008
I had watched it previously at the Music Academy and blogged about it too
And yet again it captured audience last night with the flawless acting, the subtle humor and the down to earth characters of Basheer.
Celebrating Basheer's centenary along with IIT's golden jubilee, the play was an instant success.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
And a little way down that road I found five puppies of the same kind engrossed in something that was lying on the road. Then as I approached they all observed me. Some of them went back to their work once they got bored. One was particularly interested. I signalled to it. it started following me. All of them started with it. Then they stopped. Only the first one followed. Then I realized it was struggling to walk fast. I felt sorry for it. So I shooed it. It stopped. It stood there watching me for a long time.
Alll of them. They were so cute. I shoudl have picked one up and ran.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
* For the 20 questions that have been asked, write down your honest answer (in a word or two).
* Type your answers, one by one, on an exactly-as-written-on-paper basis, in the search bar of any image search engine that you prefer (Flickr / Google Image Search etc.).
* You MUST use the same search engine for all 20 answers.
* For every answer, only from the FIRST page of the search result, save exactly ONE image.
* Once you have a list of 20 images, each corresponding to one answer, compose a post in line with this post that you are reading right now.
I was tagged by: Nobody (just flicked the idea from Vatsap)
I tag: Puppet, Madman, Leela, the dreamer, Aditya, Ashtung
Image Search Engine used: Flickr
1. My age:
3. My favorite place:
4. I have a thing for:
5. My comfort zone:
6. My favorite animal:
7. My kind of art:
8. The town where I was brought up:
9. The town where I live:
10. A past pet:
11. A past love:
12. Current Love:
13. Best Friends Nickname:
14. I want:
15. Screen Name:
16. A bad habit:
17. A dream:
18. First job:
19. I miss:
20. What am I doing right now?
Saturday, September 06, 2008
I don't really remember when I started writing poetry. A few years down the IITian lane, exposed to the world of 24hrs internet(now it's just 10, and it deserves another post) I explored the blog-o-sphere. And thus began my first Blog which preserved all my poetry.
Then, for the fun of it I posted some articles to The Hindu and they got published. I got excited and wanted to post it on my blog. But then I figured I could write articles more often than poetry.
And thus, was born Slisha Crazy.
And now my blogs stand at 1:10 ratio.
I could do a round up of the most significant posts I have put up (like the last time), but I'd rather not.
This time I just want to quietly say it.
Here's to my 200th post. CHEERS!!!
We have a common course this sem. We were walking back from the exam when she said "Wait, should walk faster" And so I increased my pace when she says she wasn't referring to the speed. She wanted to slightly walk ahead of me. In her own words, "I should walk aheader than you"
Now coming to Mozilla:
Even as I started to you FireFox 2 quite a while back, I couldn't login to Google which was painful considering the fact that Google controls my life.
Then Amrit suggested I use an IE tab plugin and I survived with that for a long time.
The beginning of this sem, I got FireFox 3. now there was no IE tab plugin for it and I survived with IE for my Gmail and blogger.
So yesterday I Googled up and figured out hope to login to Google using FireFox and I made it.
I also got Color tabs and a Aero Silver Fox theme.
My FireFox is fresh and happy.
Now coming to Chrome:
Just when I got hunting for FireFox plugins I also hunted for chrome since quite a few status messages on my Gtalk suggest it.
I downloaded the installation file from the site. It didn't work.
I downloaded from DC++. It worked. So I installed.
Then it didn't connect. I changed LAN settings. It connected.
But it doesn't show me Gmail standard view, neither blogger create page. It's slow.
Or may be my computer is.
Bottom line: I'm happy with my FireFox 3 and it's new look.
Friday, September 05, 2008
It sat on my window sill. I don't know how it got there. I live on the second floor.
It stayed there for two days. I closed any opening so that it can't enter my room. I poked it with a plastic rod till it left.
It came back again another day. This time I didn't bother. It left again after a few days. Then it returned and stayed for a while.
This time I named it "Costello". Too nice a name for a frog I say. Then it left.
Then I named it "Widget". Thought it suited a frog well.
And it never came back.
And I don't miss it.
The lunatics laughed and loitered away
Stupid in their celebrating stature
Off they made merry and swindled away
They drank from the cup of idiocy
And danced in the high of sparkled spirit
Careless, carefree individual smiles
All combined in a frenzy minute
Aloft upon the mighty mountain
Sat he who triumphed and reached the peak
Watched from the golden summit seat
Wincing at every hysteric happy shriek
Said “Fools, to merry in melancholy”
Watching down from the pinnacle with amuse
“Fools, to shut their eyes against reality”
Not realizing he was the atrabilious recluse
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I woke up at 6. It was cold. So cold that I didn't want to get out of bed. I snoozed till 6.15. Then it got so cold I couldn't have the fan on. I got up to switch off the fan when I realised that it was raining. Not pouring, not drizzling, just raining. But again I was cold and lazy, so I snuggled into my blanket and slept.
I finally did manage to wake up, mug up, and present myself in the exam room enough to manage the exam.
The place where I had to go was about a fifteen minute walk from my hostel. The pathway to get there is beautiful with trees that plunge into arcs blocking the road from the sun. I usually admire the beauty on my way (when I do manage to way up for classes). But today I was in a hurry to reach early for the exam. I didn't notice any of it.
My finished writing the paper in about 20 minutes and I was out in 25. Then I didn't know what to do. On the way back, through one the pathways is my next class at 9. So I was casually taking a walk. Since it rained in the morn, the sun was a dim shower of rays and it was a pleasant morning, with tiny puddles on the wet road.
On the road side, by the mud there grew many bushes. One of them bore periwinkles, dark pinkish periwinkles. I had seen them many a times. But today, they were beautiful. The rain drops from the morning rain were still upon them. Tiny beauties they were, fresh as the dew, washed by the morning shower.
I didn't get a small package containing good things :)
Oh DAMN! I did! I forgot! Well, that's for a different post.
This post had been long standing.
it;s about The God of the Small Things
It's a nice contemporary book, written the way most contemporary books are written.
The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much.
This is the most beautiful line in the story. The most significant and true too. The writing style at some points is brilliant.
Bu the best part of the book is the truthfulness of a seven year old hurt heart which stays through out even when she turns 31.
The book talks about how small things in life matter. Words like :
Little Girls Playing.
One Loved a Little Less.
The small things that sting, the small things the give happiness, the small things that steel your life from you, all are portrayed in this book, neatly.
The character Velutha, the title of the book, suits it all. He was the one who provided with the family that was deprived of the happiness of the small things. He was The God of Loss, The God of the Small Things.
The book was written in a biased tone. But the hurt and the pain showed enough to justify the bias. The novel is basically the tragedy of those who broke the love laws.
The tragedy occurred when a Syrian Christian divorcee took to an untouchable who was the God of the Small things for her and her two-egg twins who were seven then.
Comfort was sought between the two-egg twins at 31, a viable die-able age, when the lovers were long gone. This comfort was in the form of incest (which kind of took my surprise).
The book is written shifting between the times when the twins were seven and when they were thirty one. The analogy comes along from the start till the end when the twins take to each other and their mother to Velutha.
A beautiful book about the laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
It's about the Mumbai bomb blasts that took place in local trains.
I didn't know this fact. So I was shocked for a few minutes when the blast seen happened. I should have known it, would have made it a bit easier to digest. But then had I known it I would have had pre-assumed notions about the movie.
it's not about the bomb blasts. it's not about what police did or government did or didn't. It's not about the victims of the blasts.
It's about the commoner of Mumbai, a commoner who has been an indirect victim.
It's about a police constable who has nothing to do with the blasts, who had not been able to do justice to occupation through out his service, who is but at heart a good human being.
It's about a salesman who was present during the blast, who develops hatred towards muslims, who learns the way of life.
It's about an officer who was saved by a mere chance of luck, who was traumatised by the experience, who loves his country, who finally overcomes his fear.
It's about a newsreporter who makes stories out of other's lives, who herself becomes a news story soon enough, who is victim of her own torture.
It's about a madrasi coffeewala who has absolutely nothing to do with the blasts, but uses the fact as a weapon to satisfy his ego, who understands the fear instilled in people and the guilt instilled in him.
It's not about the bomb blasts. It's about the commoner's reaction to the blasts.
It'a movie worth watching, with astonishing performance by Paresh Rawal, Kay Kay Menon, Madhavan, Irfan Khan.
The only negative point is a not-so-good-repeat-of-RDB by Soha Ali Khan which includes the name 'Ajay' of her wud-be who dies (like in RDB), include the same mother character from RDB who plays Soha's mom here.
Some character actors who played brilliantly : Policewala Kadam, Yousuf's mom, Anindita, Madrasi's wife.
Those who were terrible: Soha's brother, Vipul somebody who talks to Maddy in the beginning before the blast.
Bottomline: Watch Mumbai Meri Jaan if you still haven't
Someone told me it was good. I finished it in 15mins. It was absolutely boring. It didn't even have a story to make me stop and listen to a few dialogues. Yes, no doubt the climax is good but then it's so difficult to make it to the climax that you give up. The screenplay essentially was pathetic. A meek attempt to try and be different.
Love Story 2050
Someone told me it pathetic. I finished it in 25mins. It had a story to keep me going. It has a Hrithik like character. It had a cute teddy robo, a cute girl robo. It had a very vague story line. But it did have a story line. Entertainment enough. But not good enough.
Mumbai Meri Jaan
This movie should not be in line with the other two movies. Besides it deserves a post for itself. next post on it.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I found a junior's cycle. I found some company (rather I dragged a friend along). We went cycling, took breaks and cycled again, round and round the campus.
At one particularly tired break, I got a call. As I was on the phone, a small drizzle began. I was on the phone when lightning struck and thunderbolt sounded loud enuf to shatter any one's guts. As I put the phone down and was considering returning, a huge rain began. We could not see or move as we stood under a tree. I shivered to the bone. Then when we could no longer stand under the tree, we left the cycles there and ran for cover under some building.
I was completely drenched and shivering to the bone by now. Staying under cemented roof kinda got some warmth back into my body and my shivering receded. Then I looked at the storming rain, drenched and wet hair.
We waited for quite a long while and then it stuck me that it might not reduce and we might have to stay here all night. So I decided to face the battle. And I dragged my friend along.
Together we took the cycles and rode all the way back even though the water was in our eyes, both of us were shivering and we could not see anything in front of us unless its a light emitting object.
And we made it back. I was in my room. Cold, shivering and wet.
As I changed into my dry clothes I remembered, I still don't have a dustbin. Damn it! The fire struck just yesterday.
Would it be earth tomorrow ?
The Economic Times lying carelessly stashed on my keyboard was now in flames. Just one end of it.
I picked it up and rolled it so that I could hold it like a burning stick.
Then I thought I could just sway it and hit it against the wall and it would cut the flame. I started banging it against the wall above my dustbin. I tried to stub it out in the dustbin. But the flame burnt my hand and I let it drop into the dust bin. Everything inside my dustbin caught fire.
I immediately took the dustbin outside my room and sprayed all its contents on the corridor in order to save the dustbin (besides I don't like the smell of burning plastic).
I had an arc of fire around me and then I realised the dustbin I was holding was also on fire. I dropped it. Now I had fire just outside my room. Not sure What to do at 2.40 am I looked around for someone, anyone. Found a junior and brought her to the fire.
By then the fire reduced. We stopped the rest of it with a mat.
My room was warm with no mosquitoes and a nice smell of carbon burning that I like. And I slept.
Friday, August 22, 2008
swaying slowly against the waves
Tiny and simple as she was
She weighed nothing at all
Along the dock I walked
Observed her inside out
Tiny and simple as she was
She weighed nothing at all
Safety assured secure
unfurled the sail pure white
Against the blue blue sky
With dreams and hopes new miles
Simplicity with all shades
The journey started as endless
Against the blue blue sky
With dreams and hopes new miles
Oceans opened, breeze strong
Wars waged weapons unarmed
She toppled and tripped
Current swayed her along
Grey skies, leaking holes
lightning and thunder
She toppled and tripped
Current swayed her along
Decisions and destinations
lay awaiting the little lady
Against the current she swam
Against the world of rules
Sailed, wronged and right
Sailed through the darkest night
Against the current she swam
Against the world of rules
Still swimming, still sail
Still afloat wondering
Deep waters shallowed
Bright salty dark
Still dreaming hoping
Grey sky still blue and shining
Deep waters shallowed
Bright salty dark
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Then I fell in love with it
Then I decided to name it
Then I named it
Then I wanted to display the name
Then I didn't get around to do it
I did it
Here is what I did:
PS: Lemme give credit to the dreamer for helping me with the alphabets
Friday, August 15, 2008
'Mahadevbhai (1892- 1942)'
Living history in a play by Ramu Ramanathan
enacted by Jaimini Pathak
MAHADEV DESAI was Mahatma Gandhi's secretary from 1917 till his death
in 1942. Desai maintained a diary which Ramu Ramanathan has used as a source for
his play Mahadevbhai (1892-1942). The play is a monologue by the incredibly
talented Jaimini Pathak.
Since I wasn't doing much I thought I'll drop by and check out this play that was put up on the eve of Independance day in our institute by Working Titles, which also marks the beginning of the cultural events lined up as part of the 50th Golden Jubilee Celebrations.
As it began we were told it's a 2 hour monologue and I gave up. I thought I'll sit through it some 20 minutes and run away.
I ended up being there all the time and along with was a friend who was dragged into this and she sat through it too.
Jaimini Pathak held us captivated through the times of India's freedom struggle and as Mahadev passed away in Gandhiji's lap you could see it happening in front of you.
With his 129th performace there wasn't a single flaw and the play flowed into place.
A memorable play that deserves a blogpost. So here it is.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
I had wanted to read the book titled Sphere since my 8th class. I managed to do so a week ago.
Sphere - Michael Crichton
A brilliant book. Need I say more. A psycho thriller that it is, it investigates the power of the mind. And the climax of the book makes you think for a few seconds.
A splendidly written novel captured me through out the book and I just did not feel like putting it down.
It's been long since I read passion driven novels and I thought I probably grew out of it but not this one.
A brilliant read. If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you grab a copy now!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday late in the morning I went to catch up with a friend who received his degree(s) the day before. He was placed in Chennai and I wasn't gonna miss him much. A phone call he received, revealed to me that he is leaving Chennai the very next day.
Saturday late in the afternoon I caught up with a school friend who has been staying in Chennai for the past four years. He graduated and is leaving Chennai in a coupla days.
Saturday late in the night I realised, my seniors have passed out.
Saturday late in the night I realised, I m the senior now.
Saturday late in the night I realised, I m on my own.
Saturday late in the night I realised, I can be independent.
Saturday late in the night I realised, I did something today establishing my Independence
Saturday late in the night I realised, I m alone.
Saturday late in the night I realised, I m gonna feel this way all the year
Saturday late in the night I realised, I might have actually grown up
Saturday late in the night I realised, I might actually feel this way for the rest of my life
What a Saturday!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Bengaluru to Visakhapatnam - sleeper class
Visakhapatnam to Tatanagar - AC II tier
Tatanagar to Visakhapatnam - AC II tier
Visakhapatnam to Bengaluru - sleeper class
Bengaluru to Chennai - sleeper class
Except for the first travel in second seating, everytime I travelled, every berth I got was in the same compartment as "emergency exit" :)
Lalu is taking care of me !
Monday, July 21, 2008
A few phone calls all day
A few phone calls the middle of the night
A few friends around to hang out with
An entire day from morning to night
Bengalooru is the city
Birthday was the speciality
Turning 21 that I did
Did nothing to change a bit
I am 21
But still a Fairy for one
PS: Puppet remembered by birthday yippee ! But madman seemed to forget :(
PPS : yeay !! madman wished me :P
Friday, July 18, 2008
I remember the cute couple in CityCafe and it makes me wanna write a post on dating.
Date with a Gentle Moon Maiden
Pick her up and take her to CCD, chat up for an hour maybe. They take her to Jubilee Park and go for a boat ride. I am sure she will love it. If you still have time you can catch a laser show but I am not very for it. Now take her to dinner. Here you can go two ways: Equinox or Deepurple
Equinox: have a relaxed dinner but be sure not to order dessert. Walk her to Bistupur after dinner and buy her a balloon. Drop by at the ice cream shop near Novelty.
Deepurple: have a relaxed dinner but be sure not to order dessert. Buy her a balloon outside the hotel from that smart little kid who sells them there. Take an auto to Bistupur and drop by at the ice cream shop near Novelty.
Then walk back with the ice cream till the small shop at the corner opposite to Centre Point (by this time the ice cream would have been eaten). Get meetha pan there (only if the lady likes it). Else just walk back. You might have some time still left for the long 'goodnight' :)
Date with a Wild Loony Bird
Pick her up and take her to Chappan Bhog on the road side for sweets/chat. Then take her to Jubilee Park to the water park inside and enjoy some rides. (But be sure to find out whether she enjoys the water). Then bring her back to CityCafe for dinner and have something Italian at the corner table. Take her all the way back to Softy Corner in Bistupur for a block of icecream (trust me, it's more fun). Then you can still buy her a balloon (or two or three or four depending on the looniness) and get a meetha pan on the walk back. You prolly don't need a long 'goodnight'. It will consist of her bursting one balloon (so you better buy her two atleast).
So go ahead and have fun!
PS: the ideas have been copied, pasted and modified :)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here
outside your door
I hate to call you up
to say goodbye
But the time is ticking
Its late in the morn
The tempo's waitin
He's blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesome
I could die
a key chain blowing a bubble
a tiny petalled scented candle rose
little glass jewellery boxes
tiny handmade cards with rainbows
little cards to claim the friendship
keychains and chains with intial pendents
forever memories hidden in the tiny precious things
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Centre Point - Spicy Kitchen
I think it is spicy kitchen, not too sure. But it is the resturant in Centre Point hotel.
Nice ambience, lots of firangees (mostly mongolian so probably from Corus). Like every other place you can drink and smoke here but we didn't see many and it didn't look like they do.
The food was enjoyable but the best part is you get tea/coffee even at 11 in the night.
and finally it is done !! I'm leaving Jamshedpur and I won't be eating here again (except in my mess tomorrow for lunch).
A special mention : Masala Cold drink... it's different you; you must try it. Unimaginable to think that he changed Thums-Up into something so unlike it :)
The people who were here when we arrived, who finished their training before us and left, who got promoted and switched departments, who got admission into univs and left the place, who guided us, who helped, whose computers we started using like our own, who told us tales about their little ones, who treated us to parties and whom we treated back after our first pay check(oh did i not blog the day i got my first paycheck ?? :| ). There are all people who make this company and this department.
Eight weeks have passed so quickly. When I came here, I didn't like the place, the room, the office, the people, the language. And then slowly we get comfortable where we are. That is my man survived all these years, adaptability is the word. And now, we grow so comfortable that change is resisted. But things have to change.
Now as I leave this office and bid goodbye to everyone around, I need to go back and return my helmet that I have fallen in love with (it has a streak of dripping paint that solidified that it gives as artistic appearance) and my fire resistant jacket (which gave me more protection from the chilled out ac in the office rather than the plant since I've been to the plant for about five times in all) and my gate-pass after which I cannot enter these premises again. Then return to my hostel pay my mess bills, pack my bags and leave tomorrow and bid goodbye to those girls who have made these eight weeks tolerable.
Nostalgia is the word when you have to leave but wish to stay. Soon I'll be back to my institute and get caught up in the world there and my new semester and CAT coaching and placements and future and this will all slip outta mind. But then it will surface on a lazy Sunday afternoon when I look back at pictures and memories.
Nostalgia is the word then as clear as it is now.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
One day a book was published and then 48 years later I blog about it.
It had such an impression on me I was shocked. I was very concerned that such books shouldn't be written and things shouldn't be written from a little girl's perpective. The bigger shock comes when I learn that the author had experienced something similar when she was ten years old.
It's a strong book. Starts off simply and slightly ont he boring edge but as the plot unfolds and the life is viewed throguha little girl's eyes, it hurts and hits hard.
It was made a movie. But I think it makes a better play (which it was also made).
SO when a system talks back to me, I find it cute.
Hi. This is the qmail-send program at mx1.sbi.co.in.
I'm afraid I wasn't able to deliver your message to the following addresses.
This is a permanent error; I've given up. Sorry it didn't work out.
It sounds do cute and so sorry when it says it's sorry that it dint work out :)
It's supposedly the costliest restaurant in Jamshedpur.
But we were guests being treated :)
Beautiful ambiance and nice food.
It is again a bar cum restaurant.
But again you have families and it looks too posh.
Eat out to celebrate. That is when it's perfect :)
Well..It's Deep Purple written in a weird fashion.. and it sounds like one of my friend's names when spoken really fast really many times
To go to this place you to enter Hotel Smitha and take a left even though the board saying Deepurple is on the right. The take lift and go to the 4th floor then the lift opens behind you like in Men in Black and you enter a purple lighted world.
As the name suggests it has a purple ambiance. It is a bar cum restaurant but in Jamshedpur everything is and families eat everywhere.
Good food and I particularly liked the chicken kabab (may be I ve never bothered enough to remember when I ate elsewhere). It is on the costly side but when in Jamshedpur it was kinda decently cheap (may be compared to Chennai/Bengulooru).
A must visit if you are going to Jamshedpur
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
A friend and I went to the market place to buy some stuff. It was a pleasant afternoon. The sky was clouded and the weather was on the verge of rainfall. After we were done with shopping we thought it would be nice to have a cup of ice cream.
We walked up to 'Softy Corner' for ice cream, read the menu for a long time and debated on what we should eat. Well whatever we take it too small so we settled for a block :) Yes, an Ice cream Block.
I say vanilla, he says chocolate, we settle for butterscotch.
It was drizzling, so we could not eat it there and we took an auto back to my hostel. The ride up to my hostel is about 5 to 7 minutes depending on the auto driver and by the time we reached it was pouring. even with an umbrella, the two of us were half wet or rather half soaked.
We arrive at my hostel, stand in the corridor under shelter and digg it.
The block of butterscotch.
Just the two of us.
Half wet and watching the rain.
It was AWESOME!!!
Monday, June 30, 2008
then: hmmm... i am dreamer... a romantic.... who lives in this world...working day in and day out... tirelessly...and down to earth... with all my poetry and my thoughts kept to myself... and wishes to live in another...
so here is my blogsite... where i can escape to different world...
now: change is inevitable
writing poetry... listening to music... and yeah... sometimes singing my own songs...
music is my passion and my drug !
Acting is my soberness !
scifi... cube.. hypercube... matrix...etc
romantic ... sweethome alabama... a walk to remember... serendipity... etc
anything that comes on star and hbo....
a walk to remember
a must watch is "life is beautiful"
life is beautiful
RDB chak de
pursuit of will smith
rock... nirvana and pink floyd being my fav... closely followed by bryan adams... evanescence... pink... linkin park.. creed... green day... marlyn manson...
started listening to techno.......
rock.. pink floyd nirvana nickelback marilyn manson evanscence greenday creed list goes on
Da vinci code...
used to read sydneys jeffreys
and yeah... robin cook..
linda goodman tooo
been long since i read a book....
other Paulo Coelho
Thursday, June 26, 2008
"The Restaurant at the End of the Universe"
Ah! whatever I say will never suffice. The effect is this. ANd that is how I would begin to speak if I read his "Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy"
I should read it.
So should you :)
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be"
So true... Fully content... "
These were my words an year ago... thank to my niche that i found...
I am in Jamshedpur today. It's a beautiful place to be. I have friends and I m working. It good fun and life goes on.
But still. There is a different place I'd rather be. I m missing Vizag. Missing Benguluru. But most importantly, I missing DellaPrincess. Dying to get back.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Well actually it is yesterday - 24th June - but thanks to the time zone it is still her birthday in UK :)
And my second kid made it to her 2nd birthday successfully while I never gave my first one a proper birthday celebration itself.. :(
The last one year has been extremely eventful and happening one for slisha. :)
Sad thoughts aside... I Blog, therefore I am !!!
Three cheers to Slishacrazy
Clap clap clap!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Was all alone and watching something completely worthless on the idiot box when all of a sudden I thought I heard rain. I turned around and it was all bright and sunny outside so I dismissed the idea and went back to the stupid box. But the sound kept persisting and I walked out to the balcony. It was raining! It was bright and sunny and it was raining! :)
Sunday, June 22, 2008
To somehow use that little piece of equipment which they have come to call a digital camera they decided to record their boring gestures about their equally boring life during a training period which can be more repectfully refered to as a paid holiday. May be they could have done a better job on Frogstar B.
For the sequence of gestures they required characters who are undergoing the same training of wasting their time lazying around a not-so-interesting place called Jamshedpur. One of the required characters was of a female of the same species. The Fairy happened to be one.
Bottomline: A bunch of guys from IITkgp and IITb are making a short film with the internship at Tata Steel as the background setting and I am acting in it.
Where you share you joys
But mostly it's sorrows that all you have
You remember it all in glance
But joys don't stay long enough
A tear more precious a breathe more alive
A burning pain stays through
Till fire submerges
Drowning yet again
Why someone jots their plights
Is to let no one else know
To keep it within yourself
And shove away the shoulder
So they say ans spread
Sadness across all of globe
So they say and beg
For the merciless mercy from all
So they say and invite
All the empathetic sympathy
So they say
"Oh! My plights!"
PS: Inspiration drawn from a terribly
given written All India Mock CAT conducted by T.I.M.E. Yes the test went so bad that the poetry flowed.. but mainly there was this incredible reading comprehension passage about why ppl need not go search for happiness since its not that worth it anyway and the sweetest songs come from our saddest thoughts :D
Thursday, June 19, 2008
161 posts and still going strong, the day I forget the world this will be my most prized possession whether I continue blogging or not. And I thank my readers for supporting me :)
Now the title aside, I suck at sports. But I always wanted to learn something. Table tennis seemed like a nice game. I had always wanted to learn it. So at GT1, where I stay in Jamshedpur I decided to play T.T.
I found another girl to play with. She plays. I don't. But she was skeptical about teaching me. So we found two guys friends who play T.T.
The four of us played T.T. one day.
I actually attacked the ball, yippeee!!!
If I play continuously for the next one month I might actually be able to play. And so I decided that every day I shall play.
The next day the T.T. table was gone! Hostel renovation work!
PS: shouldn't it be just tennis table and not table tennis table ?? I mean if it's tennis table it has to be a table tennis table coz u cant play any other tennis on a table !
Friday, June 13, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
TAGGED BY VATSAP
The rules: Pick up the nearest book. Go to page 123. Find the fifth sentence. Post the next three sentences. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.
"That is how our relationship began. The ex-IIT gang on the first floor of the Boy's hostel had been keeping a close eye on our growing friendship. They would usually settle down in Joy and Gopher's room which had a ringside view of Dadu's and then based on their observations of what each couple was doing, they would formulate their hypotheses."
This turned out to be trippy indeed. Well, guess where this is from.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
It wasa nice homely place to have dinner, with lots of families on a Saturday night. There were all kinds of people young and old and still younger. There were teenagers, kids and babies with their parents grandparents uncles and aunts. There was a birthday party. There were a bunch of guys hanging out. And of course there was us.
The food is really good and very filling. Oh by the way, naan is served in two pieces here, I guess it's three only in "Phoenix". I tried a little bit of mutton (which I generally tend to vomit out). The keema was so well-made that it didn't give the mutton after-taste. The not-too-spicy-but-yet-spicy-to-be-tasty food was amazing. Slightly on the higher end of a casual budget.
Then the dessert. Well, don't eat ice cream there; it's too sweet. But then it's not an ice cream place and almost any restaurant I had ice cream in never served good ice cream so no blame there.
All in all, a nice place to go with family or friends on a Saturday night.
So far: I found "City Cafe" a nice place to be.
The mansion had a ground floor filled with books. We had to pass by it to go upstairs to our bedroom. But I was transfixed by the books I forgot my luggage and began browsing through the collection. The weird looking guy took my luggage upstairs and kept calling for me. He said I wasn't allowed to touch them. But I couldn't hear him. I was rooted to the books. I went through them I dropped to my knees and was crawling on the floor. I could hear some screams, some commotion. People don't want me here but I could not control myself. I could not do what I please. It was my knees and elbows that were leading me. My brain was filled with the books, the stories, the ideas and none of it was making any sense. A book that looked like a cool car or a plane came rolling on wheels into my arms and it was all about planes and cars and wheels. It had fictions as well as mechanical designs. And then there were these books with holes for eyes which looked around. There were books like lips and spoke. I was consumed by it all and at the back of my mind I could still here screams transforming into a name I could not place. I could neither think nor speak. The storm broke out and there was wind and water and the books smashing against each other with more screams.
The world was spinning, my head was reeling, there were books all around me flying in all directions and trying to get to me. Then I heard some faint music. It slowly pierced through the storm of books and reached me.
I woke up. My phone was ringing. "Hey wanna come down for a game of Carom's?".
I had wanted to go to the library to return 'The Calcutta Chromosome' and borrow another book but I had overslept. And when I woke up it was stormy and was raining heavily.
She raises her wand and swooshes it.
The beautiful band of golden light descends upon the world and starts filling in a pot.
The fairy dust is seen all around like firworks of gold.
The world is blessed.
Does it only happen in the land of magic ?
Well then I guess I went on a trip to magic land.
As I stood watching the molten iron fill into a huge torpedo (that's what the pot is called) I was transported to the fairyland. The molten metal didn't seem to be flowing; it was like aband of light quitely filling a pot with gold. And the sparks here and there, the splashes, were like the fairy dust sprinkling all over to bless us.
Yes, the twilight fairy has found her fairyland!
Thursday, June 05, 2008
What else can you expect at an office that runs a blast furnace!
"I really wish some guys join here!".
This was the asperated statement made by the male internie I was earlier talking about. It came as the result of two girls joining in this week in our departmenet as internies. Today when I saw a couple of guys hanging around and said that they looked like internies, he was desperately wishing them to be and uttered that statement which made me roll over in
Imagine a work environment with only male employees and a guy cribbing about being the only male trainee!
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
It makes me happy:
That I blah a lot :D
That I am living an IITian Life
That I think a lot and build up on my philosophy in life
That I've been reading a lot of books
That have started my Intern dairies
It makes me sad:
That I haven't been writing and haven't written articles to The Hindu in a loooooooooong time
That music which is like an inevitable part of my life hasn't been blogged about much
That change is the in thing no longer in my life, except that I'm at Jamshedpur
That I haven't been taking many peeks into the past recently
Happy = 5
Sad = 4
Yeay! Clap clap clap
I'm happy and sad but on the happier side of the two :)
- Amitav Ghosh
I chanced upon this novel when a team presented it for the course, "Contemporary Indian Novel and Drama in English" which I took last semester.
The distinguishing feature about this novel is that, it doesn't end when the book finishes. It stays in your head for some more time till you actually get the story right. It takes time for you to comprehend. And what you comprehend may or may not be what the author wanted you to comprehend. May be the author did not want you to comprehend anything in particular but rather left it open ended for you to comprehend whatever pleases you or may be the author left it abruptly ended because it was too obvious to comprehend the rest though I didn't turn out to be as smart as he expected his readers to be.
Yes, it's confusing. That's why I said 'distinguishing' and not the usual words like best or worst. It just distinguishes it from other novels.
It talks about the research findings of Ronald Ross regarding malaria and goes on to talk about a secret cult following the religion endorsing Silence as a mother goddess and talks about the anti-knowledge which refers to changing what you in order not know it anymore.
It talks about the concept of the 'Calcutta Chromosome' : a chromosome like cell which carries characteristic traits but not passed on through generations and lies in the brain; does not reproduce but passes on through the malarial parasite which also works as a cure for syphilis. Due to this transfer of this chromosome it is possible for immortality through changing bodies and doting new incarnations.
The author has put in a lot of imagination, thought and work into it to make it a perfectly interesting read. In fact, it would make a better read for the westerners because of the oriental image painted so well finally leading to the mother goddess to reveal the scientific discoveries of eminent scientists.
It's a welcome relief from all the heavy doses of philosophical and humanitarian ideas from all the books I have been reading. I found it an amazing novel. It made me want to read it with the right amount of suspense that had been missing in the past few novels I read, namely Paulo Coelho and Khaled Hosseini.
It has doses of Indian suspense, drama, science, magic and spiritual sense.
The novel as such doesn't make sense, but when you make sense out of it that is what I mean by comprehend.
Bottom line: Read it. Whether you like it or not, you'll find it interesting.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Luckily, they have a CCD here! It's like any other simple CCD, with chairs and tables and a couch or two. They, also like any other simple CCD serve coffee, frappe, chocolate fantasy and the soda machine may not work.
This is one place where you find girls so you don't feel awkward being one. The crowd is decent, since there is no other coffee shop or fast food place to hangout at. The music is good with Nirvana and the likes.
A nice place to hangout.
A road-side eatery with Indian fast food.
A nice variety of sweets, chat, lassi, juices, (he even claims of idly-dosa-stuff but I didn't try it out). The food is really good and the spread of sweets is about 30 odd I think. Always crowded, it gives a good feel. On evening, cars are parked around with people feeding on the spicy chat and cool of with a lassi, taking a break from the shopping.
Err... It's a good place to go to if you don't feel like dining in your mess but not want to spend too much either. Not cheap, but decent enough.
Oh by the way, a naan here is served in 3 pieces and not 2 like in South India.
Serves good fried rice. They even serve Italian which is not so Italian but tastes good. A nice place to eat out on a Saturday with a good crowd. They even serve alcoholic beverages though it's not a place where you can get drunk. Just nice for a quite dinner. Slightly on the higher end of a casual budget.
When we came back and sat in the TV room in GT1, a GT came in and introduced himself. We got some ice cream and I left upstairs while the guys partied. [ In A block, the girls live on the first floor and guys live on the ground floor. ]
I watched along with the other girls from the balcony as the guys had one well-behaved wild party :) . It was nice to see that they are all still like under-graduates.
It also coincided with the inauguration of the H Blast Furnace, the biggest in the country with a production of nearly 2.2 million tonnes per annum, witrh a capacity of 2.5 mtpa. The G Blast Furnace where I work produces 1.8. There was a video conference on the 2nd of June with the MD regarding the HBF.
So it was an eventful weekend, except that those events didn't happen to me.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Hmmm... Now what do I think about it ?!
It was a story of sadness suffering repentance acceptance forgiveness and blah and blah and blah. I know it was supposed to be a great book and all but it just did not move me. It was like a local language serial that moves on and on with twists and turns and the storyline seemed like all the hardships and difficulties in the world will come down and blowup on the central characters of the novel.
I know it's a very serious novel and has touched many hearts and I apologize for so vehemently criticizing the novel.
Yes, I pity the hardships the characters faced. Yes many of them are terrible and have happened in real life too and war has destroyed many lives and homes. I agree.
But what makes me criticize is that the spirit of the book. It didn't feel genuine. It didn't feel like it was written to show out the suffering or to speak of human values. It seemed like it was aimed at making you cry so that it can be a best-seller. Well I didn't shed a tear. Not because I am heartless. Just because it didn't touch my heart.
A Thousand Splendid Suns
I love the title. Even more so how the title came to be. It's beautiful. This touched my heart. Period
The rest of the novel didn't seem to move me. In fact for most of the book I didn't follow why the story is happening. It started off well. But then, it just went on and on and it ended somewhere. I didn't even feel like it had an ending or what the book was supposed to be about. I failed to see it.
Bottom line: I can't appreciate Khaled Hosseini. I guess I shouldn't be reading his books.
It was like a 'Tom & Jerry" cartoon! Each of us has the devil and the angel next to us affecting our thought :) Kinda cute.
But I found it boring and draggy. As one goes through the book the way people think is slowly transformed. It's nice how Coelho portrayed people and their thoughts and their nature.
We all want to be good. And even when we are doing something considered unethical by ourselves we still lie to ourselves and justify the act. It's trippy. As in :
A decides what is good and bad
A feels like doing what is decided previously as bad
A cannot do bad
A twists the idea and makes it sound like the previously decided good
A convinces the conscience that the might be bad deed is actually good
A convinces but the necessity of convincing comes from the fact that A thinks that the act that A is portraying as good was actually considered bad by A only.
A does whatever
A is happy
A is also worried
A is distressed
A cannot take it anymore so...
Read the novel if you have to kill time. Makes a trippy read. Recommended especially (if you haven't read already) for Puppet/Madman, Leela and Vatsap? ( only because I think an interesting blog post will come out of it :) )
Friday, May 30, 2008
Updates: I m in Jamshedpur! :)
Why? : For my internship in Tata Steel. I'm here for 8 weeks and I 'work' at the G Blast Furnace.
My project makes me do something like study a few machines and improve them.
And I have no idea how!
But the molten metal I tell you is soooooo beautiful. It flows and radiates like liquid gold. Someone said it right when they said "A country that has steel has the gold".
Been into the plant a couple of times and I'll remember this experience.
About work, it's well not really work. I haven't done anything as yet. But yeah going around and talking to people. People are nice and friendly and are willing to help on the contrary to what i heard before Icame.
Another observation : in the G BF office there is just one female employee and two female trainees (including me).
It goes without saying that the only language acceptable here is Hindi. So yes I speak in Hindi most of the time here. But yeah if you happen to know Bengali it helps. Which I don't so it doesn't in my case
About the city : It's a great vision of a great man. But other than that it has nothing. It doesn't even have a decent movie place. Oh! It has the Jubilee Park built for the Golden Jubilee celebrations of Tata Steel (then TISCO).
Incidentally, this year the centenary celebrations of Tata Steel (1907-2007).
Incidentally, the day I joined, 19th May, is the death anniversary of Jamshedji N Tata.
Cheers tot he future stay :) and some work.
Friday, May 09, 2008
And then I saw it in dangling from your neck. I can't believe that you still kept it. What do you do with it ? Look at it and cry ?? Why are you eating alone?
I wanted to run to you and hug you tight for not forgetting me and ask you all these questions. I certainly thought you'd forget me. You almost forgot me for a year now anyway. The tiny pieces of conversation we had prior to the two months hardly lasted ten minutes. I did not think I would matter to you at all.
But when I saw that shiny little piece in your chain it occurred to me that I might have made a mistake in judging you.
The phone calls, the flowers, the sketching, the skating. All the time we spent together for two years passed in front of my eyes like a flash of a camera, in photographs and short videos, including how we drifted apart, how we almost stopped talking and how we finally stopped talking.
That tiny little piece dangling from your neck is all that connects us now, now that you are out of my reach.
Ah! Here come your friends. So you are not alone. Hmmm.. who are all these people, they are so different from the people you used to hang out with. But then it included me in those days.
I walked closer so I could here the conversation.
"Hey dude! What's up? I booked the tickets just now. By this time tomorrow we would be in Mumbai!" (Mumbai? Why are you going to Mumbai?)
"Well, that's good news. Good for us. So what else?"
"Hey what's that thing in your neck? New fashion eh?"
"What ?!! You are kidding me right?"
"Hush up.. It's real!" (coming from another friend)
"Come on guys! What's happening??"
"You dont what to know"
"But I do"
"You really don't"
"He shot his girlfriend with it" (coming from the other friend)
"With this bullet?!" He was so sure it was a prank!
"YES. THIS BULLET"
"Naaah! Then why do you wear it?"
"This tiny little piece dangling from my neck is all that connects us now, now that she is out of my reach."
I looked at you with pride and back at the bullet that dangles from your neck.