Si, it's true, I'm off. My flight to Delhi leaves tonight. At 11. Funnily enough, check-in's at 3.30. So I'm wildly multitasking, whirlwinding around the house trying to pack......Maheen's not helping, she's scared, she keeps going and sitting in the bag, idiotta.....
I actually wanted to do this post in the evening, but I dunno if I'll have time.
Anyway, Snoopy called, frantic, about Gujjar riots in Delhi "In the end, our saftey is most important" she wailed....
Silly girl managed to freak me out a bit, so I log into NDTV and watch a few clips. Mom seems most indifferent, so I stop worrying. It ain't gonna help anyway.
Whirlwinds in the house, the cats and me running from room to room....
I had a near perfect evening yesterday, back on the beach with the friend. Sat, like last time, mocha, like last time. On the way back across the beach from Starbucks, the sky was purple, the horizon was pink because of the streetlights in the distance, and the stars were out.He showed me Gemini and Ursa major. And it was just perfect. Really.
Hmm, Hmm, whirlwind of thoughts, I always get this way before a vacation...super-excited and hyper as hell.....and I'm just really happy-happy.
After the beach, I went off to Pizza Hut. Not with him, with the gang from class. Snoopy, Sneh, Anki...etc etc....I was late for the party I was supposed to be giving....haha...and I was VERY hyper. Seriously. Yesterday was THE best day.
And now, it's today and I'm hyper, don't know where to stop. So I leave, with this....a short-story thingy I wrote last month but didn't feel like putting up..
PS, I'll be back on the 13th, hopefully with a new segment titled 'Manali Diaries'. Wish me luck....
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He opened the door and there she was, beautiful as always.
"Come on in," he says.
She smiles and makes her way straight to the kitchen. It's become a ritual. She'll grace his kitchen before she turns to look at him.
He sighs, looks around the room.
"I need the ambience....." he mutters, "Candles, candles.....where'd I keep the candles...."
She enters the room, armed with a bottle of wine, his best crystal goblets, to see him lighting the last flame.
He looks at her, she's an old friend, she's been here so many times, but tonight's special, it's the first time she's agreed to do this for him.........she hopes it'll be worth it.
She? she'd do anything, if only to be his spark....she's wanted this too........longer than he has....
"Shall I go prepare myself?"
Like all women since time began, it seems like an eternity before she returns. He's finished more than half the bottle by the time she enters, his eyes rise to meet her and he almost chokes on the wine.
"What?" She looks down, inspecting her red silk negligee. Sensuous without being tarty. She'd bought it specially for tonight. "You don't like it?"
"Well....this would work better if you were naked, I think."
Among muttered curses, she pulls the garment over her head and throws it in his face."Better?" she arranges herself on his couch, her white skin a stunning negative of the black leather.He sits opposite her. "Hey.....anyone ever tell you you're beautiful?"
"You never did...thanks."
"No....thank you."
And he picks up his brush, turns to the easel and starts to paint.
Thursday, 29 May 2008
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
Chappar faad ke
I do realise I might have misspelled the title.....
But yeah, there's that song/saying right? Dene waala jab bhi deta, deta chappar faad ke....
Well, I guess it must be true....works both ways.....Worked the bad way for me today.....
Lesee, hmm....
My piercing got infected.....AGAIN....yesterday....got all pus-filled and painful as hell, and ugly....and the boil broke today. Ick ick ick. Horrible.
I had to go to the dentist again, get two more fillings, only this time she gave me novocaine. Currently, half my face, from the center of my lip to my left eyebrow, is all numb. I have a terrible headache. And I keep biting my tongue because I can't bloody feel it.
And to top it all off, I broke a toenail, big toe of left foot.How? Trying to play football casually while on the phone. Got it bandaged, doesn't hurt that much really, it's just goddamed irritating that all this has to happen on one day.
Especially THIS one day, seeing that school ends tomorrow, and I'm off for what's hopefully gonna be a fabulous trek, to Manali, this Thursday.
The one above has amazing timing............
But yeah, there's that song/saying right? Dene waala jab bhi deta, deta chappar faad ke....
Well, I guess it must be true....works both ways.....Worked the bad way for me today.....
Lesee, hmm....
My piercing got infected.....AGAIN....yesterday....got all pus-filled and painful as hell, and ugly....and the boil broke today. Ick ick ick. Horrible.
I had to go to the dentist again, get two more fillings, only this time she gave me novocaine. Currently, half my face, from the center of my lip to my left eyebrow, is all numb. I have a terrible headache. And I keep biting my tongue because I can't bloody feel it.
And to top it all off, I broke a toenail, big toe of left foot.How? Trying to play football casually while on the phone. Got it bandaged, doesn't hurt that much really, it's just goddamed irritating that all this has to happen on one day.
Especially THIS one day, seeing that school ends tomorrow, and I'm off for what's hopefully gonna be a fabulous trek, to Manali, this Thursday.
The one above has amazing timing............
Friday, 23 May 2008
Sneh messaged, she was pissed after watching the news, about "this guy who murdered his daughter. It'll be the hot topic of discussion tomorrow anyway, so I'll tell you then..."
Not satisfied, I went to hunt TOI archives for what turnes out to be a week-long series of articles about the murder of Arushi Talwar.
One really starts to wonder where the country, in fact the world is going.
Girl found murdered, Domestic help suspected for many reasons. But prime suspect not to be found. At least three days later, a retired officer steps into the case and finds corpse of prime suspect on terrace.
How'd he get there? Prominent bloodstains on the stairs, near the cooler, everywhere. One wonders how the police managed to overlook this, and now I'm wondering the same thing that the TOI is, why wasn't a dog squad brought in??
Oh dear, police transfered here, there, everywhere, out of Noida. Is this a police force or a bunch of......My god, What's happening to us??
I'm in shock, I'm horrorstruck.
Quote TOI, May 19th.
"Many questions remain unanswered in the Arushi murder case: Who put Arushi’s mattress on the terrace, even as the police could not find the key to it? Who had the keys to the terrace door, which had to be forced open by the police? Where is Arushi’s mobile phone, which is reportedly in use even after her death? If she did die a day before her body was discovered, who called her friend from her mobile? Why was the flat, in which the murders took place, not sealed and the forensic team not called in immediately? Arushi’s post-mortem report mentions a ‘‘whitish discharge’’ on her body. But the forensic team has not preserved a sample of it. With every senior Noida police officer having visited Arushi’s home after her body was found, why was only station officer A Nanoria found negligent and shifted to the police lines? "
Why, indeed.
Then we find that she had been killed a whole 18 hours or so before her body was discovered. Someone had carefully slit her jugular vien and her carotid artery. Someone had clearly thought this out.....
And finally...in a stroke of God knows what.....they finally arrest the father. And this is what shocks me, hurts me the most......makes me lose all hope in mankind.....How can a father kill his own child thus?
And why? Because she found out he was having an affair....because she told him she didn't like it......he just.......eliminates her?
What's happening, what's happening to this world.....with no emotion, no love, no....
Oh god.....It's horrible. Just horrible.
And what's even more horrible is the incompetence of the police....apparently they shot their mouths off, saying this could be solved in just a few hours, and then failed to see their most important clue.....
How, how is this happening??
Sneh's right, this world is bastardizing itself.
Aarushi Talwar, may your soul rest in peace....................I pray for you....
Not satisfied, I went to hunt TOI archives for what turnes out to be a week-long series of articles about the murder of Arushi Talwar.
One really starts to wonder where the country, in fact the world is going.
Girl found murdered, Domestic help suspected for many reasons. But prime suspect not to be found. At least three days later, a retired officer steps into the case and finds corpse of prime suspect on terrace.
How'd he get there? Prominent bloodstains on the stairs, near the cooler, everywhere. One wonders how the police managed to overlook this, and now I'm wondering the same thing that the TOI is, why wasn't a dog squad brought in??
Oh dear, police transfered here, there, everywhere, out of Noida. Is this a police force or a bunch of......My god, What's happening to us??
I'm in shock, I'm horrorstruck.
Quote TOI, May 19th.
"Many questions remain unanswered in the Arushi murder case: Who put Arushi’s mattress on the terrace, even as the police could not find the key to it? Who had the keys to the terrace door, which had to be forced open by the police? Where is Arushi’s mobile phone, which is reportedly in use even after her death? If she did die a day before her body was discovered, who called her friend from her mobile? Why was the flat, in which the murders took place, not sealed and the forensic team not called in immediately? Arushi’s post-mortem report mentions a ‘‘whitish discharge’’ on her body. But the forensic team has not preserved a sample of it. With every senior Noida police officer having visited Arushi’s home after her body was found, why was only station officer A Nanoria found negligent and shifted to the police lines? "
Why, indeed.
Then we find that she had been killed a whole 18 hours or so before her body was discovered. Someone had carefully slit her jugular vien and her carotid artery. Someone had clearly thought this out.....
And finally...in a stroke of God knows what.....they finally arrest the father. And this is what shocks me, hurts me the most......makes me lose all hope in mankind.....How can a father kill his own child thus?
And why? Because she found out he was having an affair....because she told him she didn't like it......he just.......eliminates her?
What's happening, what's happening to this world.....with no emotion, no love, no....
Oh god.....It's horrible. Just horrible.
And what's even more horrible is the incompetence of the police....apparently they shot their mouths off, saying this could be solved in just a few hours, and then failed to see their most important clue.....
How, how is this happening??
Sneh's right, this world is bastardizing itself.
Aarushi Talwar, may your soul rest in peace....................I pray for you....
Thursday, 22 May 2008
Bliss or something like it....
As of day-before-yesterday....
Now listening: Lucy in the Sky. The Beatles. Hooked on to it, in fact. Dunno why I like it so much. It's got the most drugged lyrics ever, like something out of a child's drawings, daydreams.But I still love it. By the way, Ellie, listen to the song, the girl with kaleidoscope eyes is you. First person I thought of.
Now drinking: My usual mocha. They finally got the cream just the way I like it. "Long time, huh?" the barista says to me....yeah, it's been a while.
Current state of mind: Happy. Who wouldn't be? Beach+mocha+best friend of all time. I mean, after so long, just listening to him talk, no worries at all, on my favourite wall at the Shatti. Just how we both thought it'd be, No uncomfortable silences. I got a pretty good education about the best lyricists in the world.....also about the great books that I (criminal!!) haven't yet read.......hey, you still have to make that list, remember?
Oh yes, It was almost the typical convos over coffee thing......though better, much better.
Being the byatch that I am, I read his latest journal entry (and conveniently forgot to show him my little-gothicky-black journal...hee-hee-hee.) and being the narcissist that I am....enjoyed it. Yeah, I'm pretty blissed out is what I'm saying.....Just.....happy.
The best hugs ever, the kind I've been searching for...for a whole year.....No one, no one else has ever given me hugs like that.
As of today:
Grrmf. I have to start studying. No, really. I-have-to-start-regular-study. And keep the anger levels down. Though not really all that angry-pissed today.....today is materialistic happiness.
Went vacation shopping, my dad bought me Columbia trekking boots for almost no reason, I mean I told him Nike would be ok, but noooooooooooooo..... Well, I ain't complaining.... :)
With irritation, I went off bra-shopping, trying to find something that was practical, cotton, simple, and also my size. Sadly, finding all these together seemed near impossible. After considerable searching, I finally find two. Mom's not happy, they're black. she steers me toward a baby-pink specimen.....I blanch. Black's fine, thank you.
I pick up a pair of shorts and hunt for trial room. Sigh. These ladies, they're cunning strategists, they go in two at a time and try on stuff, then one gets out and brings more stuff in. I swear, one pair stayed in so long (I hadn't seen them go in...) I seriously thought..............never mind........
Suddenly bump into afore-mentioned hug-giver's mom.....Jog off to bookstore-starbucks, to find not him, but his little brother, who informs me that he's off watching Indiana Jones..."everyone's there...."
Grumble.
I drown my pissed-off-ness, at the dressing-room ladies and the fact that nothing fits, in a slice of blueberry cheesecake. As I said, today was materialistic happiness.
Now reading: Animal's people. As with most things, I can't tell what I like so much about it.
Now listening: Lucy in the Sky. The Beatles. Hooked on to it, in fact. Dunno why I like it so much. It's got the most drugged lyrics ever, like something out of a child's drawings, daydreams.But I still love it. By the way, Ellie, listen to the song, the girl with kaleidoscope eyes is you. First person I thought of.
Now drinking: My usual mocha. They finally got the cream just the way I like it. "Long time, huh?" the barista says to me....yeah, it's been a while.
Current state of mind: Happy. Who wouldn't be? Beach+mocha+best friend of all time. I mean, after so long, just listening to him talk, no worries at all, on my favourite wall at the Shatti. Just how we both thought it'd be, No uncomfortable silences. I got a pretty good education about the best lyricists in the world.....also about the great books that I (criminal!!) haven't yet read.......hey, you still have to make that list, remember?
Oh yes, It was almost the typical convos over coffee thing......though better, much better.
Being the byatch that I am, I read his latest journal entry (and conveniently forgot to show him my little-gothicky-black journal...hee-hee-hee.) and being the narcissist that I am....enjoyed it. Yeah, I'm pretty blissed out is what I'm saying.....Just.....happy.
The best hugs ever, the kind I've been searching for...for a whole year.....No one, no one else has ever given me hugs like that.
As of today:
Grrmf. I have to start studying. No, really. I-have-to-start-regular-study. And keep the anger levels down. Though not really all that angry-pissed today.....today is materialistic happiness.
Went vacation shopping, my dad bought me Columbia trekking boots for almost no reason, I mean I told him Nike would be ok, but noooooooooooooo..... Well, I ain't complaining.... :)
With irritation, I went off bra-shopping, trying to find something that was practical, cotton, simple, and also my size. Sadly, finding all these together seemed near impossible. After considerable searching, I finally find two. Mom's not happy, they're black. she steers me toward a baby-pink specimen.....I blanch. Black's fine, thank you.
I pick up a pair of shorts and hunt for trial room. Sigh. These ladies, they're cunning strategists, they go in two at a time and try on stuff, then one gets out and brings more stuff in. I swear, one pair stayed in so long (I hadn't seen them go in...) I seriously thought..............never mind........
Suddenly bump into afore-mentioned hug-giver's mom.....Jog off to bookstore-starbucks, to find not him, but his little brother, who informs me that he's off watching Indiana Jones..."everyone's there...."
Grumble.
I drown my pissed-off-ness, at the dressing-room ladies and the fact that nothing fits, in a slice of blueberry cheesecake. As I said, today was materialistic happiness.
Now reading: Animal's people. As with most things, I can't tell what I like so much about it.
Tuesday, 20 May 2008
Through the lens of the butt-lazy Shutterbug
Butt-lazy because I don't take the camera out often. And when I do use my Fuji, it's mostly frustation and desperation because its one of those digital SLRs and a bit on the heavy side, so I get camera shake. However......
I won my Fuji in a photography competition, and this is the pic that did it. Since I used an analog auto-focus, I can honestly say it was a bloody lucky shot. Taken in the souvenir store at a fort.
One of my absolute fave pics of mom. There, it is true, the best pics of you come when you aren't posing for them. I forget which camera I took this with.......
at muttrah souq with the fuji. Mom was buying the locket. I need to work on camera shake.
Ok, this was with my Dad's Canon...not my fuji...A close up of a tulip from a bouquet mom got sent for her b'day.
I won my Fuji in a photography competition, and this is the pic that did it. Since I used an analog auto-focus, I can honestly say it was a bloody lucky shot. Taken in the souvenir store at a fort.
One of my absolute fave pics of mom. There, it is true, the best pics of you come when you aren't posing for them. I forget which camera I took this with.......
at muttrah souq with the fuji. Mom was buying the locket. I need to work on camera shake.
Ok, this was with my Dad's Canon...not my fuji...A close up of a tulip from a bouquet mom got sent for her b'day.More will come. After Manali and mumbai, definitely......
Saturday, 17 May 2008
Oh..........the heat!!
It's hot. REALLY hot. Like in the 40s. Urgh, this isn't supposed to happen till I leave for holidays....why is this happening......
The heat, it gets into our skin, the sweat it gets through our clothes and our hair and every part of us....the A/C, the fan, all on full blast, yet we are not cooled......
I could do a busy_writer inspired post to tell you exactly HOW very hot and sweaty I am (purely temperature related, mind you)....But I won't. Well not exactly. Although this heat makes me want to claw my skin off. And Wednesday's basketball match, I wouldn't have minded playing shirtless and barefoot..(yeah, I play basketball. to fill the team. VERY badly.)....everytime I stopped running I could just feel the heat radiating off me. I bet if you tied both the teams together and wired us up to something, we'd probably be able to provide central heating for all of Siberia.
And I thought the cold was bad this year.
Meanwhile, the beast...er, sorry, best friend is back. Bloody lucky, I tell ya, him and his ex-12th grade friends haven't been home in three days straight. They're having insane fun. Damn I wish I could do that....sit at the beach all day, all night, go roaming with no boundaries....dayum.
The only thing keeping me alive right now is the thought of the Manali trip in two weeks.
I think I might actually experience my first fainting fit this year.
The heat, it gets into our skin, the sweat it gets through our clothes and our hair and every part of us....the A/C, the fan, all on full blast, yet we are not cooled......
I could do a busy_writer inspired post to tell you exactly HOW very hot and sweaty I am (purely temperature related, mind you)....But I won't. Well not exactly. Although this heat makes me want to claw my skin off. And Wednesday's basketball match, I wouldn't have minded playing shirtless and barefoot..(yeah, I play basketball. to fill the team. VERY badly.)....everytime I stopped running I could just feel the heat radiating off me. I bet if you tied both the teams together and wired us up to something, we'd probably be able to provide central heating for all of Siberia.
And I thought the cold was bad this year.
Meanwhile, the beast...er, sorry, best friend is back. Bloody lucky, I tell ya, him and his ex-12th grade friends haven't been home in three days straight. They're having insane fun. Damn I wish I could do that....sit at the beach all day, all night, go roaming with no boundaries....dayum.
The only thing keeping me alive right now is the thought of the Manali trip in two weeks.
I think I might actually experience my first fainting fit this year.
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
Friday, 9 May 2008
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
I'd already joined the dream......long before I'd even heard of the song. It's called Imagine, by John Lennon, and bhaiyya told me to listen to it when he was here.
No political boundaries, at least no war, a world currency (like the euro, only for the whole world...though I don't know what the consequences would be like)...no religion...or harmony between all religions....I mean, spirituality and the soul is something else.....it an energy, what we call God.....it's not a human-attributed form.....the trouble starts, I think, when we start making claims on God, my God is the only one and you must worship him kinda thing. Rituals. We have long ago kicked God out of church, it says a bit indirectly in The Witch of Portobello (Paolo Coelho.). Why can divorced people not take communion? We take something as vast, incomprehensible, and beautiful as God, the life-force, the Spirit, whatever we call it, and then we try to bind it down with all our rules of worship. What use is it? O mean, I gave up proper Hindu worship a few years ago, but I still pray, in my own way, to calm me down, whenever I need it. And it helps. Because here I'm doing it from my heart....the shlokas I'd be reciting wouldn't come from my heart.........
Homo sapiens are the only ones who kill their own species for reasons other then food or self defence, i suppose. I think.......it's because of the mind........our powerful minds.........In a few million years the mind has conjured up almost all the good and evil since the species was born....it's all the mind... our collective minds made these moral systems, the norms, the society......
Maybe........if the whole world was quiet for a while...........maybe then everything we've done, been, thought up would come crashing down.....
Monday, 5 May 2008
Halleluia!!!
Ok, so I finally got ADSL!!!
yay!!
really, my net speed was terrible. Dad only sees a slight improvement, I don't know what he's thinking, you know? It's SO much better now......
Sigh. Sweet relief and happiness.....
Anyway. I've been away for a while (by my standards, it's been long.....).......I've been SO tired....Captaincy is very demanding. I've been trying to play volleyball, at the same time giving moral support for the matches we've had so far...
I tell you.....it's not easy being captain of a house that's been foming frigging fourth ever since I remember.
Anyway.
We get 'invested' on thursday. Investiture ceremony is this deadly boring ceremony we have where all prefects, student council, house office bearers etc get their badges.
Lesee...we the council have to slow march into the hall through the back entrance, like a bride or something, all the way up to the stage....all the while pretending we have no knees. When we finally regain the use of our knees...it bloody hurts!
plus there's a flag. A rather unwieldy flag. Sigh.
Our lives rock na?
Waiting for the vacations. So that I can enJOY. Not that i'm not now, but whatever.
Yeah, currently I'm struggling to stay awake in physics-chem..
English is sleep time this year, it looks like.
why, why why can we not get a really phenomenal english teacer for once......
yay!!
really, my net speed was terrible. Dad only sees a slight improvement, I don't know what he's thinking, you know? It's SO much better now......
Sigh. Sweet relief and happiness.....
Anyway. I've been away for a while (by my standards, it's been long.....).......I've been SO tired....Captaincy is very demanding. I've been trying to play volleyball, at the same time giving moral support for the matches we've had so far...
I tell you.....it's not easy being captain of a house that's been foming frigging fourth ever since I remember.
Anyway.
We get 'invested' on thursday. Investiture ceremony is this deadly boring ceremony we have where all prefects, student council, house office bearers etc get their badges.
Lesee...we the council have to slow march into the hall through the back entrance, like a bride or something, all the way up to the stage....all the while pretending we have no knees. When we finally regain the use of our knees...it bloody hurts!
plus there's a flag. A rather unwieldy flag. Sigh.
Our lives rock na?
Waiting for the vacations. So that I can enJOY. Not that i'm not now, but whatever.
Yeah, currently I'm struggling to stay awake in physics-chem..
English is sleep time this year, it looks like.
why, why why can we not get a really phenomenal english teacer for once......
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