capricious confab

2007-11-12T16:46:00.000-05:00

Geeky woman, ~~late twenties~~, ~~early thirties~~, almost 30, married, with dog, currently exploring new vistas, seeks the following songs:

Jockey Full Of Bourbon - Moxy Fruvous
Opaline - Dishwalla
Turn On The Sun Again - The Real Tuesday Weld
Postscript - Automata
Stay In The Shade - Jose Gonzalez
Film - The Bad Plus
Worrisome Heart - Melody Gardot
Secret Energy - The Buddhist Monks of Sakya Tashi Ling
Make It Alright - Jay Farrar
Angelhead - Gabriel Rios
Dee Moo Wee - Orchestra Baobab
Heart's A Mess - Gotye
Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez
Sadhana - Steve Stevens
Hollow - Hem
So Long - Sophie Zelmani
All The People - Jets Overhead
Anywhere - Beth Orton
Bombs - Faithless
Classical Gas - Mason Williams
Home - Zero 7
When the Night Feels My Song - Bedouin Soundclash
Seed - AfroCelt Sound System
In The Light - Led Zepplin
Out Of Time Man - Manu Negra
Homesick - Kings Of Convenience
The Sea - Morcheeba
The Ground Beneath Her Feet - U2
Ni Liom Fein - Kila & Oki
Dancin' - Chris Isaak
De Ushuaia a La Quiaca - Gustav Santaolalla
Starlight - The Wailin' Jennys
Sleeping Together - Porcupine Tree
To Let Myself Go - Ane Brun
The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana
Katmandu - Bela Fleck
Glory Box - Portishead
Glittering Cloud - Imogen Heap
Smoke & Mirrors - RJD2
Blue Caravan - Vienna Teng
Cello Song - Nick Drake
Ternuras - Gypsy Kings
Still...You Turn me On - Emerson Lake & Palmer
Run - Supergrass
Long Way Home - Tom Waits
You're The One - Tracy Chapman
Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley
Jump, Jive And Wail - Louis Prima
Unsquare Dancing - Paddy Milner
The Only Way - Gotye
Faoudel (Eray) - Khaled Taha
Cerulean - Jon Hopkin
Crucial Depressions - Rithma
Tropical Trip - Kick-Bong
Willing To Wait - Sebadoh
Rehab - Amy Winehouse
Back To Black - Amy Winehouse
When The Levee Breaks - Led Zepplin

current song Rehab by Amy Winehouse - Watch it!

2006-08-26T02:49:00.000-04:00

naive romantic idealism

2006-03-03T16:29:00.000-05:00

you know you're in love (or extremely stupid) when:

you find it amusing and sometimes even cute when he farts in a mall (cute??!! yes that has known to happen)

you appreciate his honesty when he tells you your hair looks awful and that your "bulges" aren't very flattering

you wake up in the middle of the night after being kicked by him in the ribs and then snuggle and go back to sleep

you honestly and sincerely think he looks just as good as the day you met, even when he can keep the refridgerator door open with his stomach

you never, ever can give him surprise gifts because he just happens to be related to curious george

you end up fulfilling his promise of cooking while you clean

you don't mind him hating all your exes while you make friends with all his exes

current song Feelin' Way Too Damn Good by Nickelback

2006-02-27T08:47:00.000-05:00

yes yes, someone promised to post to post over the weekend...but then that someone also owns a 97 honda. when this someone bought that car she was promised atleast 3 years of utter reliability and fun.....somehow she managed to misinterpret it ...apparently car owners and cars speak a different language when sale of car is involved....anyways car frustrations aside....someone did do some thinking over the weekend.

has it happened to you where you're caught up thinking about something and then the whole universe seems to be trying to help you, well in its own subtle albeit undeniable ways? take for example me. whenever i listen to great music - a wonderfully gifted musician weaving magic with fingers or an artist pouring out his or her soul, breathing passionate life into the words of a mere song or a when i read a deliciously delightful poem or when i hear a scientist speak about his or her research - it makes me jealous. yes, you heard me right, jealous. not of their talent for which i am grateful, but for the passion with which they do what they do. for so many people seemed to have found that one thing, that one special magical pill made just for them, that makes them oblivious to the rest of the world, that makes their spirits soar, that they would always have even if everything was lost. reminds me of one of my very first conversations with R (aah sweet memories)...and he said to me, " not everyone is fortunate enough to find what it is they were meant to do, forget what it is they would like to think they were meant to do. thats just the way it is ". and i took that to heart. i wanted to prove i was one of them. i'm smart, creative, adventurous, surely i can find my passion, i thought. i was training for my marathon at the time and i was pumped on what they called the "runner's high". i thought i had found it, there on the trail, me running at 11 ~~mph~~ minutes a mile, one with nature, it was exhilarating. and then the marathon had been run, i had a medal a certificate to prove that and a few months later i was still on a break, and nobody talked about it anymore and soon it was like it never happened. now i have to make quite an effort to get myself to get out and run even 2 miles. so, was i, am i, passionate about running? what is it that i'm passionate about? i used to paint (quite well actually) in high school, then i didn't have time for it. then i played handball for a bit and then slowly life took over and somehow now i have nothing. passion. passion. what is my passion? do i even love passionately? how am i supposed to know? but when you're passionate about something, wouldnt you know? in your bones? would you make excuses to avoid doing something if you were passionate about it?

with a hundred zillion such questions crowding my mind, i sat down to watch the amazing movie Iqbal last night...and there again was a kid with nothing but a passion and a burning desire. and his mentor who just had to say "i believe we all come into this life to do something extraordinary. only most of us spend our entire lifetimes trying to figure out what that is" or something to that effect. which got me wondering if i indeed, was one of the countless destined to spend the rest of my life lost and trying just hard enough to make life a little better. sigh.

current song When You Come Back Down by Nickel Creek

2005-12-16T14:46:00.000-05:00

From halfbakery.com...this site is so funny!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
//Fortune condoms! A surprise every time...//

Oh, the joy this could bring!
-You will soon find yourself disappointed.
-You will be showered with joy. Kinky bastard.
-Think again, man. She has the clap.
-Confuscious say: man with defective condom is man with little problem. Problem be here in 9 months.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

more here...

current song Walking on The Moon by Christian McBride

home...

2005-12-09T14:31:00.000-05:00

5:09 pm

another long day of work. i have to leave before 5:15 or be prepared to be trapped in the horribly slow traffic. I’m about to shutdown the computer when i see an email come in. "would it be too much work to breakdown this report by bla bla and email it to bla bla tonight, before you leave?" sure, why not. you're my boss's boss.

5:20 pm

i don't like traffic. strike that. i hate traffic. 45 minutes to cover 10 miles, 8 of which are on the expressway. go figure. as i try to catch up on life outside mine on NPR, i think how much i miss riding the metro to work and back. how i much i miss catching up on my reading, trying to crack progressively difficult sudoku puzzles, observing the latest fashions on hip young women, hearing snatches of conversation some funny some mundane some plain sad.

my knee hurts from hitting the brake every two seconds. then there’s the occasional lane changer who is convinced the lane i'm in is moving 2 mph faster than his. no i dont think i'm being unreasonable. i'd definitely much rather be on the metro, thank you.

6:03 pm

it’s dark already. umm, i love the christmas lights on their patio.ooh and the gingerbread men on their lawn. christmas reminds me of diwali. i haven't been home for diwali in 6 years. new job and i haven't accrued enough vacation to go home this year. 3 years it will be.sigh. i pull into the driveway, check the mailbox and come in. the house is dark, like everyday. "hey sweety!", i hear you say. i turn on the lights and walk into your office. there you are. in your dark little corner of the house, hunched over the computer, the LCD glare absorbing your face. i could watch you like this. for a very long time. look at you, working so hard, oblivious to everything else. i know. i know you will say "im so hungry, i could eat a horse. i totally forgot to eat today!" and i will toussle your hair, "my poor baby" and kiss you.

"you're staring again. aren't you going to come over and kiss me? im so hungry i could eat a horse. i totally forgot to eat today!" yes baby. i could do this everyday. come home. to you.

2005-12-08T14:04:00.000-05:00

http://webosphere.wordpress.com/

Neat!

de-stress

2005-12-06T14:23:00.000-05:00

while im working on an actual post, here's a filler..and a funny one to boot!

to all u gal pals:

BRIDGET JONES STRESS DIET

A specially formulated diet designed to help cope with the stress that
builds up during the day:

BREAKFAST
• 1 grapefruit
• 1 slice whole-wheat toast
• 1 cup skimmed milk

LUNCH
• Small portion lean, steamed chicken with a cup of spinach
• Cup of herbal tea
• 1 miniature Mars bar

AFTERNOON TEA
• The rest of the mini Mars bars in the bag
• Tub of Hagen Daas ice cream with chocolate-chip topping

DINNER
• 4 bottles of wine (red or white)
• 2 loaves of garlic bread
• 1 family size supreme pizza
• 3 Snickers bars

LATE NIGHT SNACK
• Whole frozen Sara Lee cheesecake (eaten directly from the freezer)

COMMON DIETARY RULES

If no one sees you eat something, it has no calories.
When drinking a Diet Coke with a chocolate bar, the fat in the chocolate bar is cancelled out by the Diet Coke.
When you eat with someone else, calories don’t count if you eat less than they do.
Food used for medical purposes do NOT count (for example: hot chocolate, toast, cheesecake etc).
If you fatten up the people around you, you will look thinner.
Cinema related foods have a zero calorie count as they are part of the entertainment package and not counted as food intake (this includes popcorn, Minties, Maltesers, Jaffas and frozen Cokes).
A biscuit broken into pieces has no calories because of calorie leakage caused by the breaking.
Food licked from knives and spoons whilst in the process of cooking has no fat.
Foods of the same colour have the same amount of fat. For example: spinach and peppermint ice cream; apples and red jelly snakes.
Chocolate is like a food-colour wildcard and maybe substituted for any other colour.
Anything eaten while standing has no calories due to gravity and the density of the calorie mass.
Food consumed from someone else’s plate has no fat as it rightfully belongs to the other person – fat will cling to his/her plate.

And remember “STRESSED” spelt backwards is “DESSERTS”!

current song Bolo Hari (Niraj Chag Remix) from Yoga Mela by Prem Joshua

2005-11-28T09:31:00.000-05:00

food for thought (or maybe not)

why shouldn't (men's) wallets be called 'ASS-essories'?

wouldn't that be hot

it did kind of give him the funnies

(or so i thought)

untill he came up with one of his very own bloopies

(blooper bloopette bloopernaut)

why isn't there a 'blathering', now tell me please

(yes yes i kid you not)

blabbering while lathering, lathering while blabbering (oh geez!)

(is what he does in the shower a lot)

oh well, now you know we've got the crazies

i'll leave you with a fun factot!

According to The Free Dictionary By Farlex
jug·ger·naut

1. Something, such as a belief or institution, that elicits blind and destructive devotion or to which people are ruthlessly sacrificed.

2. An overwhelming, advancing force that crushes or seems to crush everything in its path: "It doesn't assume that people need necessarily remain passive when confronted by what appears to be the juggernaut of history" Christopher Lehmann-Haupt.

3. Juggernaut Used as a title for the Hindu deity Krishna.

[Hindi jagannaath, title of Krishna, from Sanskrit jagannaathah, lord of the world : jagat, moving, the world + naathah, lord (from nathate, he helps, protects). Senses 1 and 2, from the fact that worshipers have thrown themselves under the wheels of a huge car or wagon on which the idol of Krishna was drawn in an annual procession at Puri in east-central India.]

Oh My!

current song 525600 minutes by Cast of Rent - The Broadway Musical

odds and ends

2005-09-27T09:36:00.000-04:00

what better day to start the day than with garfield? (ok i admit, there are plenty more "better" ways to start the day, but what the heck, i have a yen for cliches this morning)

on another note, oatmeal could definitely do with some livening up :-

says the quaker website:
"A prehistoric adventure begins as soon as kids empty the packet of brown sugar-flavored oatmeal into their bowl, add boiling water and begin to stir! Within seconds, dinosaur eggs hatch
into brightly colored baby stegosaurus and triceratops."

More here: Gizmodo and here: X-Entertainment

garfield + baby dinaosaurs? maketh me morning happy!

current song Take Me Home by Zero 7

2005-09-26T16:16:00.000-04:00

a little bit of this and a little bit of that and a whole lot of miles (and very few blog posts) later, here i am in a totally new job, completely new city in a never lived before (didn't want to keep saying new) state. a la smallville, katrinaland, i tend to refer to my new hometown Tampa, Florida in many, many ways: lizardville, sweat-a-lotsville, happy(?)- tan-land, what-do-you-mean-snow-ville (yay!), what-do-you-mean-public-transport-land, save-a-lot-puram and so on and so forth. as anyone who moves after four years in a place like washington dc/northern virginia, i was prone to bouts of separation anxiety the first few days (you know what i mean, bouts of "well in virginia, drivers arent so crazy" or "well, in virginia, 4 way junctions actually have stop signs"). who would think i had spent 22 years of my life outside of the US? this is precisely what drove dear R up the walls (of the car i mean. u see seemed to me like we were constantly driving to one place or the other.) which brings me back to why i moved. i just did what any girl would do when charmed out of her socks by an exceptional boy (that was the last of any plugs for u R :-P)

so, while i try not to look at event listings in washington dc (aerosmith concerts, exclusive invitations to masquerade balls and the ooportunity for close encoounters with Amjad Ali Khan & Sons) i'm excited about the prospect of discovering an entire gamut of possibilities in a whole new town with an extremely special person. am sure as hell going to be back to blogging normally, so join the ride!

current song Temurá by Javier Paxarino

2005-08-25T12:13:00.000-04:00

okie since im not posting a whole lot (hmm...more like naught) these days, i'm going to atleast lead you to an interesting blog post - http://thecompulsiveconfessor.blogspot.com/2005/08/rebuttal_25.html

hopefully i'll have some time soon to actually post what i think abt it :-D

and he's back!!!

2005-07-26T17:17:00.000-04:00

http://www.korlipara.net/tales/

2005-07-21T14:53:00.000-04:00

http://blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/
http://indianwriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-not-bloody-okay.html
http://hemanginigupta.blogspot.com/2005/06/train-to-chennai.html

i wish there were blogs when i was younger, a school girl traveling by perenially crowded buses to school everyday. oh the nerve of the guys who'd try to rub themselves against my back! the naivette of the first few years where i didn't have a clue that i was being molested and harassed. the bewilderment when i started recognizing the rubbing, the touching, the groping was all intentional. and then the anger. the white hot anger. that made me have to hold men by their collars and hit them. that unrelenting, sickening feeling of resentment rising up my throat like bile...resentment towards the perceived vulnerability of women. that they could be taken for granted so easily. that men could get away with this so often, so easily. and that it alwasy ended up being your fault - for dressing like this, for walking like that, for laughing so loudly and freely.

kudos to these women. may their tribe grow.

another cartoon???

2005-06-29T09:53:00.000-04:00

well, what the hell, not a bad way to end the month i suppose

2005-06-20T09:45:00.000-04:00

ahha!

2005-06-14T12:26:00.000-04:00

conspiracy theory anyone?

2005-05-17T18:31:00.000-04:00

***UPDATE*** May 27, 2005
whacko supposed to move by the end of this week. llr finds out last night he intends to move out in the next two weeks. gah! "what if he doesn't move?", she asks me worriedly. worriedly? what's she got to worry about? what about me, who wakes up in the middle of the night, startled because i thought i heard a man's voice talking to me? (it was his voice coming through the paper thin walls. for God's sake, at 4 am in the morning?!?!)

anyways, more updates - he stole lilmay's swimming pass (well not actually stole stole, but picked it up off of a table 'coz it was just lying there' without asking if it belonged to anyone! lilmay furious, is gonna kick his ass, yay!! ok lilmay its official, so now you ain't gonna let me down are ya?

and finally my roommate and more importantly my landlady has decided to move in with her boyfriend into his brand spanking new condo "right across from vienna metro station" (yes, they just have to mention that every friggin time they talk about it. it is the biggest metro station in the entire county and hence the implication "i've got money!" gah, i'm actually happy for them so let me crib!). for some convoluted, irrational reason (huh?) totally lost on me, she decided to rent out the master bedroom she lives in to a 45 year old indian man. ok disclaimer highly necessary here. i have nothing against men, indian or not, older or not. but consider two young women, used to romping around the house in their towels and giving themselves pedicures while eating ice-cream in between giggling fits watching sex and the city. imagine their plight when they realize they can't even walk around the house bra-less any more. imagine their agony when they realize they can't talk about how sexy tom welling is anymore or how hot brad pitt's luscious behind is. f*** they can't even even say f*** a zillion times anymore! but as far as roomerly love and all, they're willing to give it a shot and atleast meet the guy before jumping to any more mind numbingly frustrating conclusions. man walks in, leaves a trail of pungent BO fumes wafting in the air as he follows landladyroomie into her room. other roomie, lilmay107, almost dies of suffocation. me? i'm rolling on the floor, in splits, over lil's discomfort despite my accute disappointment (must mention we were secretly hoping he was a hotshot-handsome-aging-wonderfully-well-fit-bod-techie-45yrold-indian-man). man leaves, leaving another fresh trail of noxious fumes. landladyroomie asks us, "what do you think?". like two cows we nod our heads vigorously. "we don't like him!", we echo. llr is all disappointed. why? coz she already signed the blooming, bloody, friggin, darned lease contract with him! she thinks she's disappointed? we're furious!! well, outlining what happened after that would entail writing a mini-play with enough drama to last a year so i shall skip that. suffice to say he now occupies the master bedroom in our condo. but, aha, all the interesting parts got skipped in the so-long-you'll-hate-me-mini-play so allow me to present a few highlights.

- refuses to show ID (llr nuts to have signed contract without verifying ID)

- shows up without security deposit.

- stupid llr already handed him keys, so comfortably deposited all his worldly
belongings in condo

- things go haywire, cops visit us twice (no, they were not hot and tall with iron man bodies. infect they were short and mildly cute, stupid and full of attitude)

- man calls us pigs, part of evil network, conspiring to make his life
difficult for him

- blah, blah, blah, more blah, blah, blah

- contract signed, nothing left to day but to let him stay

- llr working on eviction

- in the meanwhile i try talking to him to size him up and see what all that "evil network" talk was all about

- all i get is - "this has been happening to me for the last two years. it’s like a workshop. every where i go there are people with scripts waiting for me ready with their dialogues. even when i go to restaurants, it’s like they all know what i'm going to eat. i know why you're all doing this. it’s a criminal network and you're part of it. i'm always doing my own thing. i don't know why it has to be like this"

i'm living with a certified whacko. if i'm not here blogging the next couple of days (with more updates) consider me hacked to pieces. (OMG!)

2005-05-03T19:44:00.000-04:00

say not that friendship's but a name
sincere we none can find;
an empty bubble in the air,
a phantom of the mind.

what is life without a friend?
a dreary race to run;
a desert where no water is,
a world without a sun.

2005-04-04T00:47:00.000-04:00

our vulnerability makes us uncomfortable, afraid even. we shield ourselves, shut out everything and even delude ourselves. go into complete denial. such pains we take to prevent being hurt. but do we ever realize it is just as to inflict pain as it is to feel it? the most intimate of relationships bind us to wielding this power with immense responsibility. for, to hurt someone who trusts implicitly, who bares their soul in utter confidence is downright sinful. the biggest mistake, the most iredeemable act of selfishness with no retribution. and you will feel that pain when your soul starts dying. a slow but sure death, from the desolation of decay. when you are drowning in the sea of shame, your trespasses weighing you down to the depths of the torturous abyss that guilt is.

current song Sinnerman by Nina Simone

2005-03-27T17:03:00.000-05:00

its like the song goes...alanis morissette, amazing vocals, great sound "Would Not Come".the motivation, the inspiration, the affirmation. to write. many a time i have wanted to, but just couldn't - give shape to the feelings, thoughts running through my mind, a mile-a-minute. like some magical being (tinkerbell perhaps?) hovers over me, invisible, waiting...waiting to cast its net the moment a stray inspiration comes along...waiting, lest that mischevious thought escape its clutches, like quicksilver....oh dear fairy, let me write.

in times like these i wish i were a musician. so i could hum to you every flash of inspiration. i could whistle to show you how happy i was, my heart a butterfly. i'd tap my feet, i'd play the bass drums on my dining table.

i wish i were an ice princess. so i could throw my hands in the air and skate and sway in the wind like the free bird, the wind its ally. soaring higher and higher, into the bewitching worlds of fantasy and ecstasy. like when im in ur arms.

i wish i could sing a few bars of the opera. so i could summon the obscurest of emotions from their dark pearly depths. like u draw me out. from within me.

current song Farewell by Apocalyptica

2005-03-27T16:37:00.000-05:00

wannabe

spontaneous unexpected bold curious intuitive fearless unusual audacious brash undaunted irreverent unwavering daring dynamic maverick unbridled soulful provocative strong wild romantic genuine unorthodox brave renegade radical visionary dreamer

current song Joining You by Alanis Morissette

2005-03-16T10:47:00.000-05:00

with acceptance comes great calm.

current song Life Is A Lemon (And I Want My Money Back) by Meat Loaf

2005-02-25T15:12:00.000-05:00

2005-02-18T18:22:00.000-05:00

right now, i could so do with a drink. its finally friday evening, the sun making his slow descent into the darkness that spills over and mingles with the cold, the evening afire with the glow of the many hundreds of neon lights that make the nightlife of downtown DC every bit as exciting as it is claimed to be.

i could do with a glass of red wine. a good, red wine that hugs every inch of my throat as it slithers down to the pit of my stomach leaving a hot trail of teased and appeased taste buds. lighting a fire in my veins. the heat, it makes me feel light-headed. the heat, it courses through my veins until there is not a single nerve in my body that is not tingling.

hmmm...what shall it be today? aaah, i know. i could do with a shiraz. a spicy, red, shiraz. its spicy notes, spiking my brain signals, vaguely suggestive. of moonlight and rumba. of beautiful people and shimmering bodies. of the sensuously slow shedding of all inhibitions. of every vein throbbing to the seductive beat of the sultry music. of submission. of exultation.

i could….i could….i would love to.
sigh, only i’m here typing this out…wishing…wishing…wishing…
that my boss would just let me go home already!

current song Bhigee Bhigee Raaton Mein (D.J. Doll Mix) by D.J.Doll

cute

2005-02-18T12:41:00.000-05:00

a few days late but soo cute! a gem from the veritable treasure chest that Caferati is:

Shoot him dead!

He’s fat and old that cupid.
Perfectly rhymes with stupid.
Why else would I be,
In love with so many,
Gorgeous wrong men?
.......

© Manisha Lakhe

the rest of the poem can be found at:
http://caferati.blogspot.com/2005/02/shoot-him-dead.html

current song My Own Prison by Creed

wtf!

2005-02-13T23:49:00.000-05:00

my roommate and her boyfriend just got home

me: "hey guys! what have u been upto?"
them: "oh we went to this yanni concert..."
me: cutting them off midsentence and really loud "YOU WENT TO A YANNI CONCERT??!!?!?!"
them: understandably a little confused "uhh, yes, he was performing at the MCI Center..."
me: "the one in DC?!?!? i was just there this evening. I LOVE YANNI......waaaahhhhh. how come i didnt know?!?! why didn't you guys tell me?!? why didn't ANYBODY tell me?!?!?!"
them: "oh damn! we should have asked you. we had an extra ticket for the best seat and we had to sell it for 40 bucks cheaper coz his dad couldn't go"
me: bawling loudly on the bed
them: looking awfully confused and very very guilty

hmmmppfff

hallelujah!

2005-02-13T20:29:00.000-05:00

on one note i found my happy anthem. yay!

Se A Vida E' by Pet Shop Boys

it totally rocks!!!

on another note i finally got me an mp3 player.yay! yay!
introducing my very latest, mucho loved, possession...

*drum roll*

the iRiver iFP-190T

tada! (must be the trumpets)

the coolest, hottest thing to rock my world! except of course...ahem...aaanyways what was i talking about? aah my mp3 player. here it is...mah baby#2 (baby#1 being my car)

256MB Internal Storage. MP3, WMA, and ASF Music Files Supported. Integrated digital FM Tuner with Presets bla bla bla

nothing beats the pure, almost orgasmic, joy of carrying my music where-evva i go...except, of course, the completely orgasmic act of making love...hmmm...yes

thankya Bman for all your valuable input! u're awesome

on yet another note, somebody wipe this stupid grin off my face!

on yet another note, all techno enthusiasts out there, this is worth a dekko me thinks (if you didn't already know that is) (courtesy of BMan) "Rock Me" by Pills from the "Run Lola Run" soundtrack as also from their very own album "Electrocaine". been trying to research "Pills" and almost every second website has them confused with the garage/grunge/pop/rock group "The Pills". uuuurrrrrrghhhhhhhh!

current song Sway (Mucho Mambo) by Shaft

happy happy valentine's y'all!

2005-02-13T12:14:00.000-05:00

i had once been in love, and happy. a couple of disastrous relationships and one spell of unrequited love down the road though, I became downright cynical. a perpetual pessimist who derived immense pleasure from being able to identify with tragic love stories and sad love songs. untill i met you, that is. you made me realize love, in all its forms - shared, requited and not - was an uplifting emotion. not one that made you feel tied down or lost or miserable. you taught me that when i love someone, its my love that matters, not what i get out of it. to find someone i can love is a gift that i should cherish. a blessing. a chance to make peace with myself. sad moments may outnumber the joyful ones. memories can be painful or cheerful. whats important is what i choose to count and indulge in. like how good it felt to run my fingers through your hair. or how adorable it is the way you talk to yourself. or how you think how annoyingly dumb i can be sometimes. yes that too! there's always happiness in this world.

you have no idea how you have touched my life. you make me glad to be alive. and happy!

this valentine's day i dedicate to you, my dear friend. you're special. and you know i'm talking about you don't you? i want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life :-)

and to all you folks out there, have a beautiful valentine's day with your loved and special ones - mothers, fathers,daughters, sons, sisters, brothers, friends, grandmas, grandpas, uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, neighbors, lovers and anyone else i've missed!!!

current song Se A Vida E' by Pet Shop Boys

2005-02-09T13:11:00.000-05:00

all i know is when im with you you make me free
and swim through my veins like a fish in the sea

current song Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman

rofl..rofl...rofl...rofl...rofl

2005-01-26T16:13:00.000-05:00

http://rack1.nethosters.com/~charles/russell/russell.ram

OMG!

my stummik hurts from laughing too hard....!!

folks, bear in mind the video (a stand up comedy act by Russell Peters, a Canadian Indian) is 45 mins long

thanks Vik!

for bloggers in the DC, NoVa, Maryland tri-state area:

Russell Peters to Perform in DC

Candian Desi comic Russell Peters, fresh of the Gurus of Comedy Tour, will be performing at Georgetown University on Friday, January 28. The show, part of Peter's Comic Relief Tour 2005, will be held in Gaston Hall, and wil benefit Hope's Tsunami Relief Fund. Tickets are $25 and are available here.

(i'm so sad i'm going to miss this one)

current song Come Along by Titiyo

2005-01-24T10:49:00.000-05:00

i might just, start liking the cold

a little bit more
when i snuggle
into the deliciously warm part of the bed
where you lay untill a few minutes ago

a tad more
when i catch a snowflake with the tip of my tongue
and it makes my mouth tingle
melting down my throat and warming my heart
just like your kiss a few hours ago

just a little bit more
when the cold, biting wind
hugs every inch of my body
numbing, and reminiscent
of the ecstasy that coursed through my body
as you loved me, only a night ago

current song One Night by Jay Sean

2005-01-06T19:58:00.000-05:00

Funny how not talking to someone can make your day feel empty innit?
sigh

2005-01-06T17:48:00.000-05:00

I hoped you would
Be the one bright spot
In a topsy-turvy day.
You love me, You love me not
Do you? Or am I
Just dreaming my tears away?

current song In Aankhon Ki Masti Mein by Lata Mangeshkar from Umrao Jaan

2005-01-04T15:33:00.000-05:00

familiar territory, unfamiliar grounds
the first rush of blood, the fluttering of the heart
just knowing its so right yet trembling with apprehension
i have never been here.
so then why does it feel like im finally home?

current song I've Finally Found Someone by Bryan Adams and Barbara Striesand

2005-01-04T14:04:00.000-05:00

the M family has the rare honour of celebrating three birthdays every January. my parents’ immaculate timing ensured them a lifetime’s worth of happiness bringing up 3 extremely stubborn, opinionated, self-centred and (as of now two) decidedly randy goats. by age two i had already learnt to tell my mom what she should cook and how she should dress. by the time my sister was two, she had figured exactly how to get me to do what she wanted (by sneaking up behind me and breaking one of my dad’s prized miniature alcohol bottles on my head). and by the time my brother was two, he knew all he had to do was rat on us to our dad (the whole male bonding thingy). well, he enjoyed dancing on my sister more, i guess, but it was far less effective.

worse than the fact that they were doomed to raise three rebellious hell-raisers was that January was the month of new school uniforms, book bags, shoes and so on. throw in 3 birthday parties and u have all the ingredients for general bankruptcy. now that I think of it, no wonder my dad lost all his hair so early in his life. boy ain’t he so glad I decided to scoot a few oceans away.

anyways, heres to my randy siblings in all their goatly, capricornian glory. happy birthday chicka and chico!

current song Don't Go Away by Oasis

2004-12-30T14:23:00.000-05:00

current song Breathe by Prodigy

2004-12-28T17:30:00.000-05:00

Loka Samastha Sukhino Bhavantu

whatever little we each can...

2004-12-27T10:37:00.000-05:00

http://tsunamihelp.blogspot.com
The South-East Asia Earthquake and Tsunami
News and information about resources, aid, donations and volunteer efforts.

http://survivors.aidindia.org
AID India Relief and Rehabilitation Fund

2004-12-22T08:17:00.000-05:00

It was a stormy night. And when I say night, it was actually 6 in the evening but it was almost pitch dark. He hurried across the road, the footpath, the sludge between the road and the footpath. Shoes getting soiled. Criss-cross between the pani-puri stalls, parked cars and puddles. There was a traffic jam. This didnt bother him as he was on foot. There was a lot of noise around. Not only from the rain hitting the hoods of the cars slap-slap, not only from all the frustrated drivers blaring horns, but also such random sounds such as a dog barking, or someone putting his bike on full throttle to remove the water that had entered the exhaust, aggregated to give the effect of a great kitchen orchestra. All these sounds didnt bother him either. He moved purposefully through the mayhem, unwavering. Surely he would have remained unwavered even if God had chosen to break anonymity at that moment. As if the rest of the world was in freeze-frame, he navigated his way around each person, each vehicle, each puddle and each lamp-post with utmost finesse. He was a man with a mission and that mission, whatever it was made him twice the man he was. He had already covered 300 yards thus and that was good progress. His movements were precise, calculated. His entire journey till now seemed like one fluid motion. Never hesitating, never changing course at the last moment, never jerky. Looking at him you would wager he could tell you exactly how he was going to cover the next 300 yards too - each step, each twist of the hip propelling him sideways to avoid pedestrians, each nimble little hop over the ubiquous puddles. It was as if he had precognition and indeed vehicles would dash into each other, people would collide and waste would fall from nearby windows merely split seconds after he was in the very same spot. He was the epitome of grace the pinnacle of speed, the quintessence of poise, the embodiment of stealth, the crest of purposefulness and the personification of perfection. But whats the use? He still got wet. In monsoons, carry a raincoat. Issued in public interest by the association of rain-wear manufacturers.

current song Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin

2004-12-21T13:15:00.000-05:00

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.

11 seconds!

I'm getting better

current song Born to Be Wild by Steppenwolf

edgekayshun

2004-12-16T14:47:00.000-05:00

a retort from an edgy friend to the signature line in my personal email - "if you're not living on the edge you're taking up too much space"
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If somebody is already living on the same edge, do we hold their hand or push them out to live in that edge??

Ya! space is always a problem!! So I started car-pooling. Now, my boss doesn't like that becoz my timings changed. Do you think I am on the EDGE of losing my job??? I am a bit confused. Did I start living on the EDGE once I started car-pooling? Or Did I put myself on the EDGE of losing my job becoz my boss doesn't like my timings?? Or do you think I am on different EDGES on different issues?? If that is true, then how can I be on different edges at the same time?? So what I assume is THERE IS ALWAYS ONLY ONE EDGE. No matter what you do we always end up on the same EDGE. And I name that EDGE "RISK". Now how many people would like to RISK their positions???........

Did I tell you why I am car-pooling? It is to save some space on the road for other cars.

current song Stairway To The Stars by Ella Fitzgerald

tanha dil

2004-12-14T00:28:00.000-05:00

Main aur meri tanhayee aksar yeh baatein karte hain.
Tum hote toh aisa hota. Tum hote toh waisa hota.
Tum is baat pe kitna hanste. Tum is baat pe hairan hote.
Main aur meri tanhayee aksar yeh baatein karte hain.

current song Jal Jaayen by Josh

Dear Papa

2004-12-12T00:13:00.000-05:00

I have not as many memories of you,
Of summer afternoons in a park
As I have of mamma and me
And endless hours of scrabble.
But guilty I am, of ignoring
How patiently you waited outside
As mamma and I would debate colours
Over prices, how we would haggle.

I cannot recall, not once
Your interest in my homework
Or, for that matter
Your presence at a PTA meet.
But selfishly I overlooked, that you
Brought home every single summer
My favourite mangoes, so deliciously sweet.

Always tied up you were
In the binds of fraternity and kin
And I never felt you appreciated
My honesty, or recognised my individuality.
But how wrapped was I in
The immature trappings of youth
That I could not look beyond
What I perceived was, insensitivity?

I do not remember your asking me
About my first day in college
About my teachers, "do you like them"?
Or even, "how are your grades?".
But never can I forget, how you
Painstakingly packed my suitcases
How you hugged me and cried
Bid me farewell, at the airport gates.

You were never on my side
You called me a rebel
Never had we, any conversations
But oh arguments there were galore.
Now my heart flips with joy
For I love how much we talk
When I call out to you
Anytime, from any distant shore.

I fell in love, it broke and trampled my heart
And try as I might, I could not think
Of anyone to turn to but you
To pick me up, to help me cope.
You held me long and you held me tight
In your arms so strong. And spoke to me
Like never before. Yes, I remember
Those magical words, of life and of hope.

"I probably never, have told you
In so many words. You my dear are
My pride and happiness, my source of strength
Bear ever in your heart, what I tell you now.
My little girl, for that is what you will always be
Whatever it takes, as long as I live,
No hurt, no pain, not a shadow of gloom
Will I, let crease your brow."

As I lie here, reminiscing years spent
Holding, begrudgingly, against you
Unspoken words, unfulfilled hugs
What a fool I have been, I realize.
My quest for a fairytale father
Ends here, now. For I have found
My knight in shining armor
In the love that shines, in my father's eyes.

weekend soundtrack

2004-12-10T17:32:00.000-05:00

just cut a CD

AC/DC - Hells Bells
George Michael - Freedom
Metallica - Whiskey In The Jar
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
The Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive
Queen & Guns 'N' Roses - We Will Rock You
Def Leppard - Love Bites
Five For Fighting - 100 Years
Dirty Vegas - Days Go By (Accoustic version)
Gary Moore - King Of Blues
Guns 'N' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine
INXS - Strangest Party
Jimmy Hendrix - Purple Haze
Sting - Desert Rose

current song Morphine by Michael Jackson

2004-12-09T21:54:00.000-05:00

caferati.blogspot.com

doing my usual roundup of my must-read-daily blogs somehow i landed there. one post, two, three and i kept going. i even forgot to pull up my faithful winamp and tune into my favourite radio station. so many amazing poems. beautifully written. myriads of shades. all hues of red, black, white, grey, gold, of pain, of joy, of love, of freedom. and i discover im at my happiest when im reading poetry. ive been making feeble attempts, poking a shy finger every now and then at poetry. if i gather all the poems ive written since i was a kid i wouldn't need more fingers than i have to count them. (OMG i suddenly recall the title of what i think is my first complete poem - Rat in the King's palace.....yes yes it was about a king who had a mortal fear of rats....well i was only nine, i should think, then *sheepish smile*)

i admit. i'm not very well read when it comes to the great works of the masters. somewhere along the course of my life i had let other mundane circumstances take over and my passion for poetry (more reading than writing!), reading, writing, and painting got shadowed by what proved to be the most dismal and abyssmal period of my life. now i'm back in control, at the helm. i may be a late bloomer but i have my chance to revive and re-live. and this time i know exactly which direction im headed in and which paths to avoid. and no matter what nobody is ever going to take away from me my books, paints and poems.

idling away

2004-12-08T14:24:00.000-05:00

what gorgeous weather outside! having a warm rainy night followed by a bright sunny morning is such a treat in the middle of a fall that seems set to precede a rough winter.

have been reading Shashi Tharoor's "The Great Indian Novel". i have to say i am completely entranced by Tharoor's smooth, flowing, lucid style peppered with the vernacular be it sardonic prose or rib-tickling poetry. the story is qite long, covering 3 generations and i've probably been at it for more than 3 weeks (considering the book has been slotted for commute-read). even so im hooked and can't wait to explore other works of the prolific prodigous writer-diplomat (PhD at 22 for heaven's sake!). i've got Riot and Business on reserve at the library and i still have to finish with chitra banarjee and douglas adams before i can read those. and then there are these exceptional blogs more and more of which i stumble across everyday. Lordy! so much to read...

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on a musical note, have been listening to the album Kabhi by Josh. me liketh a lot! after our first internationally reknown rock band indus creed, for a while there with the entry of bands like silk-route there seemed to be hope yet for the indi-pop scene. and then 'kaanta laga' happened. and every skinny girl with a half 'bare'-able body wanted to gyrate to badly mixed RD Burman songs. and now rock bands like parikrama and pop bands like strings and josh have restored my faith in indian fusion artists.

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now that my boss successfully thinks i'm very vella i think i'll leave the rest of my idle thoughts to a later post and actually get some work done.

current song Gharee by Josh

2004-12-05T13:28:00.000-05:00

defiant. belligerent. reckless. irreverent. impatient. restless. uprooted.

atrophied fingers itching to wriggle and break free of the constraints of civility. to deform, deface, destroy. the deceptively strong arms of faith slack, weak and weary. the seemingly infinite wells of patience, drained and depleted. demons that inhabit the dark crevices of my soul emerge victorious. and i shall never be the same.

sigh…whats that I hear you say? you are here now? to save me from myself? aah but it is too late. so leave now. lest you be poisoned by the venomous hatred that flows through my veins. but before you do, one last kiss my love?

current song I Would Do Anything For Love by Meat Loaf

2004-12-03T11:41:00.000-05:00

blogger ate my post from last night!! it was there last night, published and all and now its gone! vanished. poye poche. poyinde. gaayab.

hmmpf. can't recall even half of it. though, i do remember it was funny :-D

current song Little Drummer Boy by Bob Seger

2004-12-01T21:58:00.000-05:00

the temperature in the car was toasty and comfortable, the radio tuned to 97.1 FM. trying to get into the cozy, warm, cheerful holiday mood. and then, a request. a dedication. from friends to friends. "the christmas shoes" about a boy who wants to buy shoes for his sick and dying mom but just doesn't have enough money. and i parked. and cried. like a baby.

this christmas. this new year. please GIVE.

farewell chuck

2004-12-01T15:16:00.000-05:00

the last day i'd see my boss in a long, long time.

my first boss, a true to the sign gemini, he always managed to keep me on my toes.

surprise-graduation-partythrowing boss

can-drive-me-up-the-wall boss

Jimmy-Hendrix-posters-in-his-office boss

part-time-tattoo-artist boss

anti-bush-t-shirt-printing boss

amateur-boxer-and-cross-country-biking boss

definitely-one-of-a-kind boss!

there were times when he would be so good to me that i'd just want to give him one big kiss (no, never did so) and then there were times he would so thoroughly succeed in making me feel so miserable and dumb that i would just walk out and bury myself in books at the boosktore downstairs.

at times he'd cut me off mid-sentence, so curt and so overbearing, telling me he didn't care what i thought. other times he would come to my cube and ask me for my opinion on the latest wireless laptops we should order or about the eccentricities of his current girlfriend. damn, i remember the one time he filled me in on his plans for valentine's day. "a suite at a bed and breakfast by the mountains, plenty of candles and rose petals on the bed and doing the things adults do", he said pointing to huge bags filled with the rose petals he had pre-ordered and just picked up from the local florist's. just a little bit more information than i needed but what the heck. it sounded really good and now i knew just what to ask my non-existant boy-firend for next valentine's day. when i first started and was apprehensive of doing anything at all beyond what I was there to do, he would download songs of metallica, fiona apple and others and make me CDs from them.

just before graduation day about a year ago, he had developed stress fractures on his foot (very active guy, he) and had to wear a cast. it was painful for him to walk around and for others to watch him walk. even so, as i later found out, he had bought a card, walked about the entire office (which spans a whole block) and gotten it signed by every single person. and then, the afternoon of the day i was to graduate, he radioed me asking me for help with something in the big boardroom. when i walked into the office i saw what seemed to be everybody and a huge cake on the table with a graduation scroll and huge balloons tied to it. it took me a moment to realize my name was written on it and that this was a SURPRISE GRADUATION PARTY for me!!! i have never, ever, had so pleasant a surprise :-) he had convinced everyone to chip in and buy me a leather portoflio case which never fails to make me smile. and he told everybody how proud he was of me. ohh how i smiled, i didn't even mind them calling me the baby of the team anymore.

aah what a love-hate relationship I have had with this man.

as he said his goodbyes and thanked me for all my hardwork i would be lying if i denied a faint tugging at my heartstrings. and long after he had hugged me and left, I could still smell the faint whiff of his perfume on me. when things got ugly (irate end-users expecting miracles) I always sought refuge in him and his seniority. and he was always on my side. i shall miss him.

i wish i could have thrown him a surprise farewell party. but things being the way they are, i couldn't. and i will always regret it.

good-bye and plenty of good luck to you chuck. hope u have tones of fun in Thailand, may all you dreams come true and may the adventurous spirit of yours (that has many a time inspired to look beyond my boundaries for the new and exciting) never wane.

current song Sound Of Silence by Paul Simon (sure is silent without the sound of metal blaring out of his office)

2004-11-23T18:10:00.000-05:00

from here but with a little twist of my own

Proof that Guys are Evil

(Dan's note: I don't take responsibility for any sexist overtones here)

First we state that guys require time and money

Guys = Time * Money
And we all know that "time is money"
Time = Money
Therefore

Guys = Money * Money = (Money)^2

And because "money is the root of all evil"

Money = (Evil)

Therefore

Guys = (Evil)^2

And we are forced to conclude that

Guys = Evil

Ha!

i L-O-V-E my winamp...

2004-11-23T15:51:00.000-05:00

http://www.eweek.com/article2/0,1759,1724485,00.asp

sniff*

current song The Unforgiven by Metallica

2004-11-22T13:14:00.000-05:00

current song Whiskey In the Jar by Metallica

giving thanks....

2004-11-19T14:56:00.000-05:00

aren't holidays all about family?
giving thanks - with your family, for your family.

arey, here, by myself, holidays only mean days i don't have to go to work. time creeps, crawls, day after day, week after week, month after month and one year gives way to another. sankranthi, ugadi, vinayaka chavithi, dussehra, deepavali now become mere dates to be noted alongside other trivial but nonetheless important ones like birthdays, days when bills are due, potluck parties that attempt recreate the festive atmosphere but fail miserably and so on.

that leaves me with easter, thanksgiving and christmas.
"so, what are you doing this thanksgiving?", they ask me all the time these days (don't get me wrong, they're quite well-intentioned). i wish i could say i was spending it with family. i don't care what it is i'm celebrating. as long as i'm with family. that's reason enough i guess. i miss them. so.

sigh.

current song Aura Ammakuchalla by SPB and Chitra from Apadbandhavudu

2004-11-19T10:51:00.000-05:00

The XXXIV Bharteeya Blog Mela being hosted by Patrix.
The Mela is coming up tomorrow but nominations are still being accepted. The deadline is 5pm EST Friday. The Mela will be posted at 5:05pm.

Now the rules in Patrix very own words,

"Nominate any blog entry written and posted between November 11 and November 18, which you somehow manage to cast more than a cursory glance upon. But the condition being that it should be written by an Indian or should be about something India or Indians. If you think that is restrictive, I don’t understand how all-inclusive we can be. Pssst…you can nominate your own post too and get few dozen hits your way. I reserve the right to drop nominated crap, and if you think it is personal, feel free to drop my posts when you host the Mela. But I will accept personal posts too if they live up to the standard.

Send me the permalinks and not the Blog URL. Either drop the nominations in the comment box or send me an email at pcmhatre [at] gmail [dot] com. They should reach me latest by Friday, November 18th, 5pm EST. Varnam has a nice Mela FAQ and the archives of the Mela are posted on Shanti's blog.

Please also put up a tiny announcement on your blog about the Mela because chances are that you might have more readers than I. So send in your nominations, get ready to enjoy the Mela next Friday, and to lose your twin. I will be back next Friday.

UPDATE: Although this has failed every time I have tried it, I am willing to host guest posts this week. So if you are interested, drop me a line at pcmhatre [at] gmail [dot] com. Blurkers (blog lurkers), this might be your chance to write something more than just comments."

current song Kisi Disco Mein Jaaye from Bade Miya Chhote Miya

*grin* yeah, i do enjoy a perky govinda, david dhawan number once in a while!

2004-11-15T17:58:00.000-05:00

how i overlook the trivial in my pursuit of the bigger, more involving, almost over-whelming things in life.

in my search for the one true love, the best job, the perfect pair of jeans, the article written with the most flair yet, i tend to forget how important it is, that which is the simplest to achieve with little care and caution - health.

so there i was in the shower, savouring the hot, steamy water course down my spine and warm my my cold, shivering body, from the inside out. while i was there i thought i might as well wash my hair, you know the whole gamut of shampoo, conditioner and all. hmm and while i was waiting for the conditioner to sink in, might as well make the most of it and maybe i cud hmmm....give myself a mini pedicure! and so on and so forth. by the time i was out of the shower i was sneezing like a cat in a pepper factory.

now what i wouldnt give to be able to talk without gasping for air, because you know, my nose is blocked. and what luxury it is to be able to forget to carry a tissue with me and talk to my COO without my nose threatening to turn so runny i am extremely tempted to run my had across my nose, like a kid! reminds me of when my mom used to pin a huge hanky to my uniform so i dont use my shirt to do the honours. how i take for granted the simple pleasure of being away form my cube for hours together (today, i'm almost afraid to leave my cube and be away from that box of tissues for more than 5 minutes). and then the mercy of not being told every time i sneeze, that maybe i should just go home and not infect them with "whatever it is germs i have".

sigh....the thing is I HAB A BERY BAD COD! *sniff, sniff, sneeze* oops...excuse me, sorry...now where's that dang tissue.

current song Kannamoochi sung by Yesudas, Chitra composed by AR Rahman from Kandukonden Kandukonden

2004-11-12T13:12:00.000-05:00

this, from here:
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Dear Readers:

This Diwali, I have a request, which I wish you would take seriously.

If you reading this, sitting in the confines of your cozy bedroom, besides your P4 PC on your broadband connection, and really worried about where you are heading to in life, you are just the person I am looking for.

With all these amenities at your disposal, I hope you agree that God has been kind to you and your family. And you are going to spend hundreds and thousands of rupees buying new clothes, jewellery, gifts and firecrackers. You have the financial resources to celebrate. And I hope you agree - it wouldn't be the end of the world if you couldn't celebrate. It is just that you can... so you will.

But there are those, who cannot enjoy these luxaries. They cannot because they have more important things to worry about.

Things like... "Where is my next meal coming from?"

Or... "Would I be able to find employment tomorrow and feed my family of 7?"

Or... "Would I be able to get 10 rupees worth of alms so that I do not sleep hungry?"

Or... "I hope I don't feel the cold while sleeping on the footpath, once I inject these drugs into my groin"

When was the last time YOU found yourself in a situation like that? You probably did not.

Life has been unkind to these people, I hope you agree.

When you feel real lucky with all the goodies you bought this Diwali, think about those who are not so lucky.

Those who's children would not be celebrating Diwali because they cannot afford 2 meals a day, forget firecrackers.

So...

This Diwali... if you buy new clothes, donate your old clothes to those who shiver on the footpaths, while you sleep under your warm blankets.

This Diwali... if you buy firecrackers, please donate some of them to the children of the poor. You would make them immensely happy.

This Diwali... if you buy sweets, donate some to those who would have never ever tasted these mouth watering delicacies.

This Diwali... spread the word.

This Diwali... Give...

Happy Diwali.

PS: You'd do me an immense favour if you post something similar on your blog as well.
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what say folks?

2004-11-12T12:19:00.000-05:00

to tag-board or not to tag-board - that is the question.

current song Partynight by John Digweed courtesy RaveTrax.com

of lights and prosperity

2004-11-10T17:35:00.000-05:00

wish you all a safe and wonderful deepavali. like the diyas that light our homes an hearts, may your lives be filled with the joy and warmth of love and peace.

2004-11-10T12:27:00.000-05:00

"you ran 26.2 miles! that is such an accomplishment!" "i'm so impressed" "amazing, i say"

it hadn't really sunk in. no "pride", "sense of accomplishment". untill this -

"i'm so proud of you my love. we were all so in awe, so proud of you that all four of us signed up for the 10K on the 28th! that'll be our gift to mom" - dad

november 28th is my mother's birthday. my dad, mom, sister and brother have registered for the 10K run being held in hyderabad. and then maybe, just maybe, they will know what it feels like. they will understand what i mean when i say i feel no pride. when i say the one feeling that lingers -beyond the pride, the agony, the ecstasy - is calm. the calm that comes from the knowledge that you are strong enough. not just physically, more so mentally. that you can be pushed to your limits and still survive. and in the end, still stand strong, and smile.

current song Like a Prayer by Madonna

of emails and cute forwards

2004-11-08T13:07:00.000-05:00

The Real Meanings of Love
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca - age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen," Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6

"There are two kinds of love. Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them." Jenny - age 8

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day." Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore," Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget," Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find > the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

current song How Sweet It Is by James Taylor

2004-11-07T18:23:00.000-05:00

Lay back
Close my eyes
A few
Delicious moments
Of nothingness
Absolute calm
Mind, blank

A tingle here
A tingle there
A million tiny explosions
Through
My very core

The pain that was
My Heart
Now flows
Coursing through
My veins
Rapid
But sure, Poison

Love
Seeped from
Every pore
Loneliness
Now emanates
Loneliness,
Is Me.

edit - November 7, 2004 1:06 pm
"Loneliness is a pinnacle" - Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
Don't think I'm still there

current song I Can't Make You Love Me by George Michael

2004-11-04T23:01:00.000-05:00

2004-11-04T01:00:00.000-05:00

do i take refuge in my writing
or does my writing take refuge in me?

hmmmm..... on another note radio paradise rocks! awesome awesome music all day long....

want to go on a date. need romance, excitement, laughter. promise great company. will demonstrate wonderful sense of humour and impeccable manners and taste.

ummmm...now that the marathon's over - will it be guitar lessons, spanish classes or some drab, droll certification? sigh...dilemmas, dilemmas

senator kerry, why did you concede?

current song Bathwater by No Doubt

my first marathon

2004-10-31T20:07:00.001-05:00

yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i finished it! its over!

and i ran every fucking mile of the entire fucking 26.2 miles. (the last 0.2 miles were the longest ever, fuck!!)
and i'm fucking proud of it. and i got my first ever medal for athletic activity.
fuck, i can't believe i did it. fuck fuck fuck.

thank u all who rooted for me :-)

and i'm now going to sleep because every part of my body that can feel pain is hurting. oh and thanks to a lovely summer day in the middle of fall i have a tan (along with the medal) to prove i was out there for a fucking 5 and a half hours running.

please excuse the overload of the f word but i think im going to let myself say it as it is today.
fuck!

current song Faith by George Michael

2004-10-30T10:22:00.000-04:00

feel it in my fingers, i feel it in my toes

am i in love?! no!!

i can't believe it. 4 months of training. just flew by, whooooosh.

tomorrows the D-day. 26.2 miles. i damn well want to finish it so help me God and all his angels and anybody else i might have left out.

reminds me, need to have a talk with my body too. especially my knees.

uh-oh....something's creeping, buzzing, tickling my stomach, hands, legs, fingers, toes...help! i'm being attacked by butterflies!

current song White Flag by Dido

don't you...

2004-10-27T17:29:00.000-04:00

hear the strangled screams of my ravaged heart
or are they muffled and subdued
in your presence, misconstrued?

hear every resurgent hope of mine
be dashed, wail and repine
with every condescending dismissal of thine?

hear the clink of gold, fill the empty coffers of my soul
parched and lovelorn
of all endearment shorn?

current song Lullaby by The Cure

drool factor - way beyond drooling. yearn factor - max

2004-10-22T11:01:00.000-04:00

$399.00
Weight - 6.2 ounces
Dimensions - 2.4 x 4.1 x .69 inches
Battery life - Up to 12 hours
Skip protection - Up to 25 minutes
Display - 2-inch (diagonal) grayscale LCD with LED backlight

i want one!!
waaaaahhhhh....

current song Rock and Roll by Led Zeppelin

peekaboo

2004-10-21T09:54:00.000-04:00

this morning i woke up feeling quite woozy from the "two" coldacts i took last night for my cold. (yup i still depend very much on my trusted indian drugs) i showered and dressed in a daze, all the while wishing i could just get into bed, dig into the comforter and curl into a ball.

then i dragged myself to the busstop and duly stood in line waiting for the bus to turn up.
a minute or two later a car pulled up and out came a man. there was something very odd about him and i blinked twice thinking it was probably all that wooziness playing tricks on my eyes. yet, nothing changed. the man's freaking fly was open! well that sort of thing could happen to anyone right? but this guy was wearing BOXERS!!! for those who dont know about boxers, they are a type of men's underwear that look like mini-shorts and have buttons or just a plain slit in the front (guys feel free to correct me if im wrong). so what if he's wearing boxers you say? well this one either had a slit in the front or the guy had forgotten to do his buttons. oh dear God. thats all i need to see. the head of a penis in my face first thing in the morning.grooaann.

well, maybe, i thought to myself, he's one of those psycho pranksters. and then i saw him walk right towards me. oh my God. on the surface i looked all calm and collected, inside i was panicking like a monster truck was headed in my direction. but i was rooted to the spot, trying to tear my eyes away from the ghastly thing sticking out but it was like i was in some kind of a trance (also keep in mind - woozy head). he kept getting closer and closer and i kept glancing around for a bush or a tree or anything i could duck behind but alas, in vain. he stopped right in front of me.gasp! "excuse me", he said and i looked aorund confused. thankfully, before i could make a fool of myself i noticed the newspaper vending stand right next to me. relief coursed through my veins and i managed a weak smile, stepped back and turned around. now i was standing face to face with the girl behind me who was trying very hard not to laugh aloud. i grinned back in silent understanding and for a while we just kept grinning.

later when i got onto the bus i noticed that he had zipped up. had someone told him? or did he just start feeling abnormally cold? what i wouldn't give to just see the expression on his face at that moment *big grin*

current song Judy Blue Eyes by Crosby Stills & Nash

2004-10-20T10:58:00.000-04:00

number of sneezes since morning - 6 (bad). sniffles – overwhelming (baad).
units of medicine consumed – 0 (bad bad bad). cups of chai since morning 3 (good) number of boyfriends - 0 (hmmpf)

i hab a co’d. sniff.sneeze. ohhhh :(

i don’t get it . i mean how does someone catch a cold from washing their hair? even in the midst of summer? gaaah!

well, it being fall and all i don’t want to end up catching the flu. especially with the flushot shortage all around. oh well. if i was meant to die of a cold, i will. all my bad karma ganging up on me. maybe it is time to pay that visit to the temple. bhagwan ko thoda maska chaska lagayenge ;)

met this really really cute kid on the bus today. and boy could he talk! was probably about 5, maybe? (i’m really bad at this kind of guesswork) he told us all about the space and the moon and the earth and the other moon. and about his cousin steve. showed off his spelling skills a bit. up, dowwwn, up and dowwwn again. that’s an M for you. his favourite teenage mutant ninja turtle is michealangelo whose favourite colour is yellow. got a good early morning laugh. i admire his mother. good kid.

am on the train as i write this. every single train ride i take is so interesting. love observing people. the way they talk, dress, gesture. so much fun. oops. time to get off! work beckons.

am poised, confident career woman in manner of Indra Nooyi etc.
(oh yeah still hungover on bridget jones)

current song You Are by Pearl Jam

its just, a little crush...

2004-10-15T16:24:00.000-04:00


Bebe Floret Shoe $89.00	Stuart Weitzman Suede/Microfiber Booties $285.00

Michael Kors Ankle Strap Boots $595.00	Prada Western Buckle Pumps $395.00

drool factor - max

current song Dancing Shoes by Cliff Richard

2004-10-14T14:35:00.000-04:00

So, I was born with an oft envied, sometimes admired tan. I’m brown skinned. And then there are the whites and the blacks. And the yellow skinned. And the Asians, the Europeans, the Latinos, the Africans, the Aussies and I’m not really sure if there are the Greenlanders and the Antarcticans and all!

Oh I get it. It’s the visual factor. Fat people are looked down upon and ridiculed, the gawky, social butter-fingers are written off as losers, those on the extremes of the physical/visual spectrum are labeled freaks and so on and so forth.

Hmmm. On second thoughts, maybe not. How would that justify the violence that stems from the most cruel and hurtful, the mother-lode of all the forms discrimination manifests itself amongst us – racial discrimination? How would that justify the hard glint of hatred in cold, angry eyes when they mutilate and kill their fellow human beings in the name of religion and race? Is that how far are they willing to go to justify (or is it to earn?) the sense of “belonging”? I am prone to think that it can only be a person, who after innumerable unsuccessful attempts to find within one’s self any kind of fulfillment or sense of accomplishment or self-worth if I may, that clings with dear life to such notions of hatred and superiority.

I know. Countless articles, books, whitepapers etc. have been written on the “phenomenon”(?). This is my rant, my personal venting. Yesterday a dear friend confided in me the disappointment that stems from a rude shock to the belief system as a consequence of being sheltered and in denial so long. That this is the land of opportunities, that one who toils the hardest, reaps the most. Reaps the harvest of reward and of Respect.

Discrimination. The “D” word. Must it haunt us, from within our nation and without? By virtue of skin colour, of caste, of social status, of language, of geography, of wealth, of all those myriads of totally despicable reasons that never fail to gross me out.

For now all I can think is, when i have a family, if I can make my kids as oblivious to all this gungho crap as I was growing up, I can probably hope to have made my tiny contribution to making this world a little better. I Hope.

current song A Hundred Years by Five for Fighting

2004-10-11T17:26:00.000-04:00

newly promoted public affairs chairman...surprise happy hour...champagne flowing...hic! public relations, ha!

hic!

didn't i say i wasn't going to post again? yeah, after this...feeling nice and warm and fuzzy right now

anybody want to go dancing?

current song Faded by Soul Decision

2004-10-11T13:36:00.000-04:00

so the other day i was talking to my roomie and she told me that my blog was depressing. i read all my posts all the way back to the day i started blogging. and i saw what she meant. what a whiner i am! and i was going to do a post about how we watched Bridget Jones' Diary last night and how i must have said "that's me!" a thousand times.

so ive decided, i dont want to be a whiner. and untill i can find that part of me which is strong and positive and funny, i'm not going to post anything.

hopefully i will be back soon.

current song Poison by Alice Cooper

2004-10-07T15:44:00.000-04:00

a sure sign my work's stressing me out:
walking down a seemingly lonely corridor talking animatedly to myself and stunbling upon a colleague who asks me if im okay.

current song Still Got The Blues by Gary Moore

2004-10-06T10:04:00.000-04:00

morning activities:
saw an indian lady with her kid on the train to work. the cute little girl was reading her alphabets in sing song fashion. she was so adorable i had to resist the urge to turn around and lift her up and squeeze her and kiss her. and for the first time instead of fighting the "i want me one o'those...and before that i want to be swept off my feet by someone made just for me" feeling, i let myself indulge and once i was done i just went back to reading my newspaper...voila...*snippety snap fingers*...just like that and by jove, it worked!

stepped out of the metro station and walked right into a corner guy selling long stemmed red roses for 2 bucks a half dozen..i mean you can't beat that and when no one's giving u any (i mean flowers), by all means buy yourself some.

5 minutes and a jaunty walk in the crisp morning weather to my building later, i felt like it was all going to be perfectly alright!

nothing like children and flowers and the crisp cool of a fresh new morning!
all warmth and fuzzies inside :-)

i made up my mind last night, all stressed and wound up as i was, that this was not going to do. so i screwed up a bit. expired decals, delayed registration, towed car - ok maybe i screwed up a little more than a bit *sheepish grin*. but, BUT as i always say "when you have to go through, why rue?" (i know that stinks)

so here's to a brand new day, a changed, "decompressed" me.

i just hope it lasts

current song November Rain by Guns N' Roses

2004-10-05T23:52:00.000-04:00

thank you God, for wonderful roommates!

current song Until The Last Moment by Yanni

2004-10-05T14:45:00.000-04:00

Sig Sauer P226. Greatest gun ever! Feel special.
Beautiful and reliable but can still scare the
living bejesus outta anyone.

What handgun are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

2004-10-05T11:17:00.000-04:00

something's gotta go wrong
'coz im feelin' way too damn good

and so my car got towed this morning :-(

current song Feelin' Way Too Damn Good by Nickelback

2004-10-03T01:33:00.000-04:00

John Mayer's got me covered on this one

My stupid mouth,
Has got me in trouble.
I said too much again.
...
Oh, it’s another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said think before speaking
No filter in my head.
Oh, what’s a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon
...
I’m never speaking up again.
it only hurts me.
I’d rather be a mystery ...

Oh I’m never speaking up again.
Starting now

2004-10-02T11:52:00.000-04:00

12 miles...along part of the actual marathon course. great weather (perfect if it wasn't so muggy) and a gorgeous view. running along the water in downtown, the capital city that i work in every single day but i never thought could look so beautiful.

exhileration.

current song 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Paul Simon

maybe im just one of the guys

2004-10-01T22:42:00.000-04:00

alright, i tried and failed (in my mind). not so much failed as ended up thoroughly exasperated. i am just not ms. social butterfly. i can't see the point of mindless, empty chatter that somehow comingles with the haze of ciggarette smoke feuling constructive my-work-place-sux bitching and flows into topics on conversation that has me wishing i was anywhere but there at the moment. where even in the midst of such inherently inane conversation every little word seems to take its own twisted connotations. or thats how it all seems to me. nobody else seems to be complaining. and they all hold their own in a manner that i can only appreciate for it seems to be an art they've perfected. an art that to me is as foreignly unmoving and puzzling in its alienness as modern art to is to...well, maybe my xbox-is-my-life game geek friend. this social circuit and its metropoliton culture of happy hours where everytime i half-heartedly falter into one, i invariably get hit on by someone so cheesy i wouldn't even waste my dislike on. such encounters tend to severely undermine ones confidence i say!

take for example a happy hour yesterday evening. a casual tété-a-tété with friends, to play catch-and-fill-you-up on our highly uneventful (okay maybe only mine was that uneventful) week. a mediocre, totally white-washed place with moulded all white plastic (or the like) furniture. supposedly served great sushi which ofcourse didnt do much to satiate the hunger pangs of a vegan foodie like me. a drink and more people down the line, a conversation between a married colleague of a friend and a couple of us single girls ensues. about how appropriate it is or not that he take off on a vacation with "just the guys" and more importantly without his wife.
mr cheesy-i think-im-so-suave (my friend's colleague, friend whose taste in a few friends i am seriously beginning to question) cuts into the conversation with a very deft and smooth (or so he thought i'm sure), "alright i'm taking the liberty to barge in on this conversation *insert cheesy grin*". in keeping with the spirit of the conversation, and a lame attempt at being derisively funny i quip "are you married?". cut scene. zoom forward to this evening. i'm on the phone with K going "uugghhh, wasn't that guy so weird and (again) cheeeesy? i wonder why i have an aura that seems to draw such looney characters to me" defering to the fact that he kept trying to talk me up all evening. she goes "well, you asked him if he's married!" and i did not even remember having asked him that question! after some flashback and you-said-this and then-he-said-that i recalled the unfortunate incident. i mean cut me some slack willya folks? if i was even remotely interested in a guy wouldn't i atleast make eye-contact with him? uuuggghhh!!! also, my only prized-possession, my quick-wit admittedly with sarcastic undertones...*grin*... has now gotten me labeled "defensive". that i use it to underplay my insecurities. whaaa??? really? this particular apparent-trait of mine has gotten me thinking, a lot.

oh well, any given day i'll take a loud irish pub playing good ol' classic rock and loud mouthed, cussing inebriated friends over this. where i can wear my terribly worn out torn jeans with my fav raggedy tee, sit cross legged on the chair and get stupid drunk without worrying if its time to reapply my lipstick.

or even a trash party at my place. jus give me a holler.

current song Change Your Mind by Sister Hazel

2004-09-28T23:50:00.000-04:00

i want to write…ohh i so want to write…something profound, something funny, something quirky, something dark, something, anything that will make this blog “earn” its link-age, justify its existence other then as a mere outlet for venting my single-line thoughts and rants or to post the words of a song that i’m currently getting my kicks out of.

i carry with me the burden of myriad thoughts. why is it that i find it so difficult to express them in words…lyrical, flowing words. words i have always found solace in. words chewed, assimilated, absorbed. again, i see no direction in what i write this minute. oh well...i walk to the mirror…hmmm, the same face stares back at me. closer. new scars and old. i close my eyes. an inexorable urge to weep. for the loneliness that i pretend is my pinnacle, for the uncertainty that hangs like a terribly heavy, terrifyingly dark cloud threatening to crush me out of existence, for all that i thought i was and all that i've discovered i am not. an overwhelming sense of loss...loss of time, loss of trust.

who stole from me my confidence of my rebellious youth? why am i bereft of the conviction of my own convictions?

untrusting, yet strong. unsure, yet steady. suspended in inanimation. maybe later, but not now, not this very moment, i am just not ready yet, to move.

and rahul, yes i agree, king of pain is a beautiful song. hadn't heard that one before. thank you.

2004-09-21T17:44:00.000-04:00

"Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery - huh
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey!"
- Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen

ROFL!! Queen rocks!!!

current song Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen

2004-09-21T16:57:00.000-04:00

i will always remember, cherish and miss
those wonderful years in school (trying to (!) get my master's degree)

the times when we wud sleep all morning and stay up all night in preparation for the exam the next morning

times when most of us had cooking turns and had no idea how to cook...S's aloo roast(burnt), A's deelish southi food, K's amazing pulusu, my several attempts at trying to inject a little variety into our limited cuisine..limited by the fact that we lived in a god-forsaken town with no indian grocery store...i still shudder when i come across lima beans

times when we were so homesick we wud watch any movie as long as it was desi

times when the apartment complex was like one huge apartment, when no doors were locked, nobody really owned anything and everything belonged to everybody (except thankfully underwear)

times when the internet was down because of scheduled network maintenance, life came a standstill (i kid you not!)

times when "friends" = tv show didn't really register

times when all festivals were celebrated by everybody and dinner was a mega feast

times when snowfights were like a all night affair, what with so many people involved

times when homesickness was inherently treatable with plenty of warm hugs and warm words

times when a night out meant a night at the lab (which was pretty much every night)

times of endless dumb charades all weekend, till our reportoire of movie names, books and everything else was all but exhausted

times when we wondered "why did i ever leave my country" and "what the fuck am i doing here?"

times that tested for true friendships and left us with forever friends

times that are now past and cherished and missed ...so much

current song King of My Castle by Wamdue Project

2004-09-21T14:12:00.000-04:00

you're so vain, i bet you think this post is about you, don't you?

2004-09-20T17:06:00.000-04:00

im looking for a high...not alcohol-induced and nope i don't do dope.

current song Ironic by Alanis Morisette

nothing too irnoic in this song but you've gotta love the way she weaves the lyrics into the music, so effortlessly...fluid-like

2004-09-19T22:28:00.000-04:00

quit whining. start working.

current song Sexual (Afterlife Remix) by Amber

2004-09-17T15:33:00.000-04:00

and i missed this party last night...i'm so lame

current song Hey Baby by No Doubt

2004-09-16T15:48:00.000-04:00

its all abt patterns
being caught in a vicious circle and being aware of it yet not being able to summon enough courage to break out of it
because it is familiar
and in some perverse manner comforting in its familiarity

current song Wond'ring Aloud by Jethro Tull

2004-09-16T10:03:00.000-04:00

i am so mad right now i could hurt someone. sick tired of being"always patient, always nice".grrrr....
next job please

i dont even have music playing....damn!

2004-09-15T17:40:00.000-04:00

tanahaaI kii ye kaun sii ma.nzil hai rafiiqo.n
taa-hadd-e-nazar ek bayaabaan saa kyuu.N hai

current song Seene Mein Jalan sung by Suresh Wadkar composed by Jaidev from Gaman

2004-09-14T15:42:00.000-04:00

a poem that, years ago, was started by me and finished (completed?) by a friend.

a friend who was the first ever to read my first ever poems (poor guy)
a friend i lost somewhere in the maze that my life is ...well, hopefully only lost touch with...

Strange is truth, stranger is life,
Intertwined in strands of jute and silk
Juxtaposed in indescribable harmony
Unbalanced emotions, imperfect sensuosity

Whatever passion, knowledge, fame or pelf,
Not one will change his neighbors with himself.

The learned is happy Nature to explore
The fool is happy he knows no more,
The rich is happy in the plenty given,
The poor contents him with the care of heaven.

See the blind beggar dance, the cripple sing,
The sot a hero, the lunatic a king;
The starving chemist in his golden views
Supremely blessed, the poet in his muse.

See some strange comfort every state attend
And pride bestowed on all, a common friend,
See some fit passion every age supply,
Hope travels thro’ nor quits us when we die.

Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law
Pleased with rattle; tickled with a straw
Some livelier play things give his youth delight
A little louder, but as empty quite;

Scarves, garters gold amuse his riper stage,
And beads and prayer books are the toys of Age,
Pleased with his bauble still, as that before
Till tired he sleeps, life’s poor play is o’er

- srinivas kuppa aka vasu

current song O Sole Mio by Andrea Bocelli

2004-09-13T14:02:00.000-04:00

Laloo evokes interest abroad oh please....

This is music to Laloo's ears (groan)

current song Love in an Elevator by Aerosmith

2004-09-13T10:12:00.000-04:00

is badalti hui duniya ka khuda koi nahin
saste daamo mein har roz khuda bikhti hain

current song Aaina Mujhse Mere sung by Talat Aziz and composed by Rajesh Roshan from Daddy

2004-09-11T15:34:00.000-04:00

the "what the fuck" philosophy

"every now and then say, what the fuck.
what the fuck gives you freedom
freedom brings opportunity
opportunity makes your future"
- Miles to Joel in "Risky Business"

yeah, i only just saw the movie (sheepish grin)

current song Can You Handle It by Usher

2004-09-11T13:02:00.000-04:00

18 miles again...had to do 20. oh well...
mentally i was all fuelled...infact at just about the 3 mile marker leftie knee made me want to just turn around and go back to my car but i just couldn't. "its just about getting past the pain", i kept telling myself. and what do you know, it worked! the pain didnt seem to matter anymore...but my knees have a mind of their own and as much as i wish i could wire my mind to my knees, it doesn't work like that. so 18 miles and orange juice and one croissant and banana later, here i am, feeling good. coach says since ive got my base mileage in now on upto the race day its just about surviving. don't run if you're injured. swim, bike anything to keep the pressure off and let the knees heal. i love nick, he's a good coach - tough, knowledgeable and never unreasonable.

right now though, the next 3 days are going to be tough. but i have stretches, ice and ibuprufen :-)

current song Nobody Knows by the Pat Mcgee Band

got free tix to their concert tomorrow at the Country Club.

2004-09-10T16:17:00.000-04:00

"THOUGHTS AND THINGS

I concentrate on the concentric rings
produced by my pen in the ink.

The thing that distinguishes thoughts from things
is that thoughts are harder to think."

- Piet Hein

gosh i am so in love with these grooks!

and please don't judge us fobs by the accent we speak english in my dear abcd friends (:-D sorry! just couldn't think of any fitting euphemisms that would say it like abcds or fobs!). though it might be momentarily flattering to be deemed "very cool" by you guys just because i dont have to try hard to speak ur language to u in ur tongue, there are oh so many cooler folks, rather fobs, who are wiser and smarter and way cooler than i am, accent or no accent. just give them a chance and you'll see.

but bear in mind i love and respect you all because i learn so much from u and luvvvv hangin' out with y'all!

current song Yeh Dil Deewnana Hain from Kabhi Aisa Lagta Hai by Lucky Ali

2004-09-09T11:34:00.000-04:00

looks like its that time of the year when all jills are waaaaiting for their jacks to call...

current song Cowgirl by Underworld