its been an orientation week to the next since i visited this blog…i think i m going to have the time to pen down something soon and so will hit this space…
Though am not sure how far my creative juices are going to take me but time is on my side this time…i v checked my orkut five times in the day , met up all my frnds, mused, chatted, checked my emails, pinged everyone i saw online and there is still time to be killed!
more soon…
Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain…the fabulous life of Amelie Poulain.
I have been looking forward to seeing Amelie in action for while now. While I kept tryin to get my hands on the CDs big time in Bombay I somehow could never manage finding a store that stocked anything other than the popular numbers. Thanks to the ISB library and to the short but well spent term break, I have finally seen her.
Very rightly the most feel good movie I have seen in a long time. I am by no chance going to put down here a review of the movie even though I would love talking about it. But it’s a good watch to start a term.
Its amazing how people who are most rich in talents are usually withdrawn to themselves. The theory of first impressions is a little misleading in this sense because for one time, it’s easy to decisive. The best first impression-ers could be the shallowest while the most unassuming people are the ones who display awing depth and ability. My views about people change with very many encounters and confessions galore, I find myself wronged many a times.
Chums who looked very receptive in the first few meetings are actually quite cold and few others who looked aloof are warm. I have grown to respect a lot one particularly awesome friend whose first impression was that of an intolerable bugger. Quoting someone else, Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or three external signs.
Suddenly the most difficult thing seems like getting down to studies. End terms are just around the corner and the subjects of my distraction are increasing at an exponential rate. I am suddenly experiencing a deep affinity for cheap acts of dancing to bhappi da numbers in the middle of the night, attending all the soap box sessions like I had umpteen time at hand.
Four in the morning is the time when I sneak into the empty dark atrium to push in my assignment through the other box which gods strategically placed at AC2. As if they knew I would be running to submit mine right at the eleventh hour. That’s very nice of them.
Also another professor who has started to look even younger like he wasnt a distraction already is seen hanging out at the recreation centre everyday and that’s really motivating me to go for swims, bb and shuttle sessions. Salsa is the icing on the cake even though honestly speaking the session is only a fraction of glamorous.
And then there is blogging, quadies, section mates,cats,peacocks and trinetra running out of milk. I might be able to fit in studies admist all this finally when I realize where I am going with this stuff. The up side is that I am having a ball when I am away from books!!
Cold summer evening brimmed with wet earth,
Swell the spirits to enthuse a sense of mirth.
Talking and laughing the crowd pulls along
Chanting for the fellow a happy birthday song.
Sleepy in the classes , Merry in the crowd…
Beating the rain I called names aloud
The inquisitive and carefree,the dull and the bubbly….
All in one walked down the alley.
The waters are set awaiting a tide,
Sway the fellow ,throw him
Then run back and hide.
All attempts go in vain the hunters pull you down
They swing and shoot you,Like an air borne clown.
Swollen spirits sing the jingle,
Once in the day its time to mingle
Talking and laughing the crowd pulls back
Encore is incumbent, another day and jack.
It’s been a roller coaster ride to get oriented by a rushing outgoing class. While the experience in itself was quite exhilarating I must confess that the week has given me a peek into how jumpy I can get…
Everybody wants everything. Hope touching the skylines.
Amidst abysmal opportunities disorientation starts running bananas. Right now I feel like the woman who thinks all that glitters is gold ..
..and all that can’t be seen does not exist. All words and statements seem to have many meanings.
Glorious nuances conveyed to all and a subtle suggestion which rings in the ears of those who dare to hear. Sometimes misgivings haunt while at others a wild fear of the unknown.
A bustle in the hedge sets an alarm. The meanest of sheep expect followers.
We dunk dudes in pools and minds in beer.
Knowledge is worn by some in a private pocket..
By some like a watch to be struck at every second glance from a disinterested onlooker
While silence haunts the light, the dark drifts into ounces of bodyrocking music
Drunk souls and minds drift from siesta to siesta
From motion to motion…
I was so encouraged by this new blog space and wordpress already and then I got six comments on my first post..truly..this is overwhelming for someone like me!… I would like to thank all the six people who left their esteemed comments.. well its another story that of those six, three I did myself.
I would like to thank Google for creating a crap blogger and the crap blogger for destroying my old blog so that I could go an explore the outside world..the world beyond blogger. It is really very kind of them to do that because I am now feeling enlightened and well informed about what all I had been missing all this while.
I must also extend my gratitude towards Microsoft. If it were not for their accommodating MS word, this blog would never have been possible. I would have just been lost looking for words!
At the same time friends let me not forget to thank deeply and sincerely, my GE office which placed itself so close to my house that I could stay there all night exploring the goodness of blogging. The credit of bringing out the blogger in me also goes no less to my phone. Dear Nokia 2255r, if it were not for your freqeuent shut downs, I would never have found time out of talking to mundane people. You are truly responsible for transforming my life into that of a hermit and I can never thank you enough. Not in this life.
Last but not the least, it must thank god who created the man who created the sacred practise of blogging… long live you all…
If you are wondering why take this overturned route of beginning to blog with a vote of thanks… I am wondering too 😉
….of word press… well blogger has lauched a new blogger!.. and i lost all traces of my blog which had been christened myndmaters.blogspot.com exactly 7 months ago..
The loss is very depressing and despite all attempts today morning, I could not save my blog..it took its last breath at 11:30 AM primarily because I was exhausted and fed up with blogger.. so I entered the world of word press with a cup of coffee and unhealthy namkeen…
Today was quite a day.. please dont leave without comments ever on this blog..it will feel very sad and ignored in life..the title bar pic is one of my favourites..its pretty mch the only thing I can do in life…
So people..open your arms and welcome me to this new world..!
Embracing the grey blue sky
clouds swim through the alleyway..
like hollow twigs on a meadering stream.
as cotton lumps do so light that they fly
and enter the mind of the passerby
who treads the alley
for a breif moment of soltitude.
the clouds leave from the other side..
..and along take all that was weighing
on the soul, the body and mind,
of the good times then they remind
as swiftly smoothly enter the passerby
all the clouds that are behind.
A drizzle brings back the scent of the soil
which marked the first rainy day kiss
how nervous they were..how it was bliss..
the breeze reminds of lost love
and swings the rain like a curtain
twisting and twirling it on the stage of life
showing some hiding some
Hiting the passerby as they fly…
..the rain, the winds and the clouds through the sky.
It is a day neither hot nor cold,
Clouds help the dry flowers unfold
Canary with his song to the flower told
Drink while you can, yourself don’t scold.
-Rubaiyat
Heaven is incomplete without a heavenly romance
Let a glass of wine be my present circumstance
Take what is here now, let go of a promised chance
A drumbeat is best heard from a distance
– Khayyam
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