PS: Add Paris and Inverness to that list too! Hehehe :)
I think I'll go to Boston,Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
Life's been weird these days - never did confusions feel so good - so bad - at the same time. Never did living in the moment make so much sense in one moment - no sense in the other. Never did a feeling feel so right - so wrong - in one breath. Never did uncertainities scare me and excite me this much.
The wise ones call it flux - the much-needed change in life. From where I see it, I call it happiness - because I know that when it ends - it will all be worth it.
Google at it again! :) But yeah, wonder who's gonna win today - not too long before we figure that one out - I personally hope it's Obama :)
Saw a Hindi movie worth a watch after quite a long time. It was no Oscar winner nor was it a heart-breaking tale. It was simple - hilarious - sad - sweet - believable - it made you smile - it could be anyone's story - it rocked big time :)
Questions – sometimes I have no answers to some of them. Such questions have been coming my way of late - from various people - which have taken me aback for a while – left me wondering.
Describe yourself in one word
I don't know – I would say I am stupid. I make mistakes and DO NOT learn from them. I repeat them - again and again. I am here writing about the fact that I repeat my mistakes and I am sure that I will still not learn and repeat some of my mistakes - so yea, stupid is the word.
Am I beautiful/ugly
What does one say when some one asks you such a question? All I can say is that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Beauty means different things to different people – it might be looks for some – intellect for some one else – sense of humour for yet another – so beauty can be perceived in a number of ways. Each person is beautiful in their own special way. You need to love yourself for what you are – whether some one thinks you are beautiful or not – frankly – how does it matter to you in any way?
How can you leave your parents and just run away to US – being a single child?
I admit I have been feeling pangs of guilt thinking about it – the fact that I am in some way ditching my parents’ big time and just leaving them alone here and running away. But on second thoughts, I would like to believe in my parents – believe the fact that they are strong, independent and smart people who can very well take care of themselves – I would not like to perceive them as weak, old, emotionally drained people. So yea, am sure they will be just fine even in my absence.
Why do your blogs and your emails read so different?
Frankly, I am not sure I understood the question right but my first reaction was – laughter. I don’t know – was it hinting at plagiarism – or double standards – or what – but I was laughing – big time. Well – my blog is what I think – I write what I think – simple. I don’t know if what I write is heavy serious stuff or total nonsense – but I write when something touches me or when I want to remember a particular incident or feeling. My emails – well – I talk – a lot at times – nothing at times – am moody – am unpredictable – like so many others. So when I write emails, I talk – and you don’t talk serious stuff and mind your P’s and Q’s in an email I guess – at least I don’t :)
Will you ever come back to India?
Of course – you can take the Indian out of India, but you can’t take the India out of an Indian – that’s so true. I will definitely be back – but if asked for a time frame – I will just count the spiders on the wall across me.
What will you miss the most about India as a country?
I have never been away from India so I have never got a chance to miss it. I might have an answer to that once I am away from India. But I will miss the people here more than any particular thing I think.
Define love.
Wonder why people think I might have an interesting answer to this question just because I read few books and write some stuff! Well, I once tried to define it here – but ended up nowhere . It remains a mystery to me – and I like it that way I guess. But yea, love changes you forever – for better or worse – that varies from person to person. Usually, love is always your strength – never your weakness. Any love which makes you weak is not love – its an addiction - a need. So, my definition of love is that - love is strength.
Why don’t you like Bottles&Chimney?
Am stumped! Yea, its true - I don’t like the place - all my friends love it - I don't - it’s a fact. I have my reasons - very logical and solid ones, but they are better left unsaid – so there.
Can you be friends with some one you love/loved?
Honestly, depends on how selfless your love can be – and its totally upto an individual – so there is no one-word answer for this. Ask me this question – I’d say yes – but from what I have been hearing, I realise that different people think differently about this subject.
It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson, the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking: How did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue. And maybe we can actually never have it, no matter what. How did he know that?
~Christopher Gardner in The Pursuit of happyness (2006)
Marriage - why don't some people understand the weight - true meaning - essence - of this word. Everyone is in a hurry to get married - but do they know what they are signing up for - I don't know. I have seen many friends get married in front of me and most of them are sad - bored - tired. No logic exists - no words can explain it - no silence can justify it - the suffocation of a marriage going bad.
Who can one blame - the wife - the husband - the parents. I don't understand arranged marriages - they somehow mostly don't work in today's world. Don't get me wrong - am not supporting love marriages blindly - but come on - you at least know what you are signing up for - if things go wrong or right, you are at least living the consequences of decisions made by you. In an arranged marriage - you live some one else's decision - is it fair - is it right - I don’t know.
One advice to any guy who would care to listen - treat your girls with respect - they are smart, intelligent girls - treat them well - if you can't make them smile - at least don't hurt them with your words and actions - when you marry a girl, she does not become your slave - get that into your head first. All adjustments are not to be done by the girl alone - learn to adjust for Pete’s sakes!
For girls - adjust with your guys - but not at the cost of your self-respect. It's wrong to take things lying down beyond a certain point. Respect him but don’t forget to respect yourself for what you are - don't let any guy tell you how you are supposed to live your life.
Yep - I have spoken my mind - I can only imagine the helplessness of the two partners involved - pray for them - talk to them. They have to help themselves out - to make things work.
Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is not as easy as looking at it. ~Gogh
A good picture is equivalent to a good deed. ~Gogh
It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to. . . . The feeling for the things themselves, for reality, is more important than the feeling for pictures. ~Gogh
I dream my painting and then paint my dream. ~Gogh
Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more. ~Gogh
I believe there is nothing more artistic than to love people. ~Gogh
When I have a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion, then I go out and paint the stars. ~Gogh
Brian Eno also said that "Rationality is what we do to organize the world, to make it possible to predict. Art is the rehearsal for the inapplicability and failure of that process." I guess the world owes its success in some ways to the failures of Van Gogh.
Gruesome – shocking – scandalizing. These words summarize Aarushi Talwar’s death. She was too young to have any significant achievements to her credit – too old to not have any dreams for her future. What is it about her death that has caught so many eyeballs? I mean, murders happen daily – regularly – much crueler murders happen. Then why this chaos about this certain Aarushi? Maybe because she was just like anyone amongst us – regular – normal. Maybe because her death reminds us that we are perhaps not safe even within the confines of our own house. Whatever the reasons for the attention being given to her murder, what shocks me even more is the manner in which the media is highlighting and dissecting her life and character. Her conversations, emails, SMS'es and even her orkut profile is prime time news – her whole life is under public scrutiny – anyone who is anybody can have a say on what kind of girl was Aarushi – one doesn’t need to even know her personally for that.
Character assassination of Aarushi Talwar sure does look like a lot of fun – given how much the media is enjoying every passing moment of it. This just makes me wonder whatever happened to responsible journalism? Ethics? Morals? Values? Professionalism? When I switch on the television to watch news, I want to watch facts pertinent to her death and facts, that might help in nabbing the culprits – I am not interested in finding out unnecessary details about her friendships, family relations and phone transactions. I hope the media gives her some grace in her death and the journos behave like civilized human beings for once. Let’s not make a joke out of her death - draw a line somewhere and keep it professional.
A smile on my ma’s face – I seriously believe that she is God’s special gift to me.
When pa falls asleep while reading his books – it is seriously cute.
Whenever any of my friends is smitten and in love – they are so happy and are ever-smiling like complete idiots.
Whenever I crack a really bad PJ and my friends go - "Oh Gawwwwwwwddddd!" :)
Seeing people talking busily into their cell phones – smiling – they seem so happy – makes me feel good.
Receiving hand-written letters – something so warm and personal about them – way better than any e-mail or gift.
Sipping buttermilk on a hot summer afternoon – actually anytime of the day – any day in the year.
Whenever my favorite song plays on the radio – when I least expect it.
Whenever I ride a cycle – seriously makes me feel like am back in school :)
Kids in my lane running after the ice cream van every evening – it’s chaos.
When I listen to the temple bells ringing in the distance every morning while I am waiting for my bus – makes me love God all the more :)
The garden in my neighbour’s house – she really loves her plants and flowers – it’s so sweet :)
The two kittens – hidden away behind that pile of sand opposite my house – they always keep peeping out – like naughty kids :)
The Mercedes parked 3 blocks away from my house – what a car! I want to own one someday :)
The stars in the sky which I see every night before I fall asleep.
Evening walks with ma on Sunday evenings.
Kids singing old-forgotten nursery rhymes in the day care center in my lane – every Saturday morning – I look forward to Saturday mornings only to listen to rhymes :)
The bus ride every morning from my house to office – I feel it’s the best time of the day – I love those rides.
Any mail from friends in my inbox
Serendipity, Notting Hill, Lagaan & Hum Tum – these movies make me smile – EVERYTIME.
Idli & sambar – I can die eating that combination :)
Oh ya – I almost forgot - shopping – coz lets face it – am just another girl after all :)
What I remember - those early morning walks - smelling the flowers - click of cameras - those bedtime stories - those fixed Saturday afternoon lunches – spending hours choosing your spectacle frames - waiting for long hours at the dentist with those same old jokes being retold a million times - the same old laughing over those cliched jokes - your smile the first time I ever wore spectacles in my life and cried :) - you narrating the tales from Ramayana and Mahabharata to me more than a million times - our shared love for animals – our cooking lunches and dinners together sometimes - you laughing your heart out every time I was pissed off because we were not on time - you laughing every time I screamed seeing a lizard - you asking me to explain concepts like phase and amplitude - your emails to me while I was away from home for 4 years - your one-minute calls to ask me if I needed anything back at the hostel - the smile on your face when I got back home every 4 months - our plans to surprise ma - your concern every time I got delayed at work – you smiled when I smiled – you cried when I cried – you never told me how to live my life – you just let me watch you live yours – thanks pa.
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