Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Another KC Evening
Just another day, decided to ramble on the streets of Kansas City looking for something interesting to shoot. The fountains underneath Swope Prkwy always seem to lure me into their magnificence. I still feel - after two attempts, that I'm missing something from those fountains.Something so infinitesimally unique seems to escape from my viewfinder. Hope to find it before I leave KC. Some of these pictures came out pretty satisfactorily, especially the one with the white bell flower overlooking the building - and some of those macro shots. I'm pretty excited to go back to Iowa City - as I'm sure she's got a sea of opportunities to offer.
Ozarks, Arkansas
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Finally my humble beginnings
What you see above are the first toddler steps and stumbles - into the world of digital photography. I convinced myself at last, that I'm half-worthy of an SLR camera - a Nikon D40. Not quite sure if that's right but I'm working on it for sure. I hope the camera strap doesn't alienate itself, from my neck - and the eyes of my audience, from my photograph.
Monday, July 09, 2007
guys,
Jus began posting here. Its one of my short stories that is becoming too long to be "short". So I am posting it as a series. Happy Reading. Comments Welcome.
Jus began posting here. Its one of my short stories that is becoming too long to be "short". So I am posting it as a series. Happy Reading. Comments Welcome.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
18 School Road Extract
The following was written 2 years ago.
On an impulse Akash climbed onto jenny’s cycle , it wasn’t locked, she must’ve been in a hurry getting into the class. He rode the cycle onto the street and started peddling hard , as hard as a girl’s cycle would let him go , as fast as his panting, sobbing heart would let him go, towards jenny’s house. Sheets of rain hit his face , but he kept riding, as he crossed streets , cut intersections and made turns ,all he saw was jenny’s tear ridden face.
The tires screeched and skidded as he stopped in front of her house. There were cars all over the place , footwear scattered everywhere , people were standing outside and talking in small groups, perched under umbrellas. There had been loss here , someone had lost their life, and many had lost a part of their family, jenny had lost a mother, and Akash had lost his heart… to a strong hearted, bold, caring ,motherless girl.
He moved towards a window and looked inside , there were people everywhere, some moving in a hurry, some settled down for a long day’s mourning… the untold rules of a house in sorrow. On the far side he found what he was looking for, siting in corner next to her dad was jenny, crying uncontrollably, her dad too was crying , and sitting next to jenny and consolling jenny were sunitha and deepshika, he felt relieved that she had friends to help her through this, just then she looked toward the window , on instinct he moved away and went out into the crowd.
When he reached home he was drenched from top to bottom, he saw his mother and burst into tears "what happened?" she asked
"my classmates mother died, shes such a nice girl" he said
"its ok "
" I don’t want you to die" he said hugging her, the actual loss that had come upon jenny hit him like a bolt of lightning as he hugged his own mother , he felt secure in her embrace, jenny was never going to feel this, ever again, it pained him.
* * * * *
Shahab was sitting on the steps of the library just outside school , waiting for ankita to come out. While he waited he tried to think of what to tell her once he came up beside her, what lines would capture her ? what should be the expression on his face?, how would she react? Would she get angry? Would she be understanding? No way to tell, just then the poet in him kicked in and words became a line, and lines became a story
" Gudiya , the essence of my soul,
Never shall I play thee foul.
You, the tenderest pebble on my beach,
Never shall I stay out of reach."
He could have formed more lines, but just then ankita had come out of the school , pushing her cycle. She was obviously very distressed at having a flat tire, he felt a pang of guilt for having removed the air, how could he expect her to walk, after seeing her toil in the tennis court? How insensitive! Well what the hell , whos gonna tell her? Slowly pushing the cycle she headed towards the cycle repair shop. She almost fainted when she found that the shop was closed.
‘I would never be able to look her in the eye ever again’, thought shahab, as she resigned to her fate and started to walk towards her home, her began to make his move from across the road. He was just beginning to get the idea that she had spotted him and was looking in his direction when a car pulled in between them.
He couldn’t see anything clearly from his side but could make out a guy at the wheel , smart and handsome , and now he saw ankita talking to him. They spoke like they knew each other, he would have dismissed them as relatives ,except the expression on ankita’s face, something about it made him green inside and red on the face, there she was with the expression that he had all the time wanted her to have when he told her about his love, except she was not talking to him , but some guy in fancy car!
God! she was blushing like that guy was the one who had written her all the poems, did it not matter to her at all? Did she like this guy in the car? Was he just a cute fan ? anger swelled in him , as she got into the car and the car moved away. He started walking behind the car, soon the car was out of reach , it was raining hard now.
* * * * *
Ankita felt like a queen , there she was sitting beside the, to be crowned king, Rohit ,he had appeared out of nowhere to rescue her from that long walk back home, and now they were speeding away in his car. After about a minute of driving the car came to an abrupt stop. She looked up into his eyes, as sweet as ever
" so , did you think about what I said yesterday?" he asked
" yeah I was just thinking about it" she said lamely
" well, do you love me?" he asked placing a hand on top of her hand , a million volts of electricity passed though her veins, she had never known what flying felt like , now she knew , she felt her skin grow hot and mind go out of control.
" well?" he was asking something , but she had long since become incapable of thought
" yes !!" she said without knowing what was happening , his hand slipped from over her hand and landed on her thigh , she was feeling something new, she was feeling the touch of the inner part of her soul , that she never knew existed, shame came in endless waves , and she shut her eyes. Her face was arched upwards in an angle only her female instinct could have directed her to position in. As the hand moved to her knee, she knew her skirt was no longer a hindrance, she could feel him on her skin , burning like a raging fire. Then she felt that unmistakable jolt hit her as his lips brushed her’s, she gulped , and caught his lips in her mouth . All the novels and all those explanations seemed lame , slowly she willed herself to taste his lips , and let him taste her’s , there was room for both, and then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she tasted salt, never before had salt tasted so good. Now she felt a wall of heat smash into her as his hands made their way over to her small , firm breasts , his tongue was now exploring every contour of her mouth , and she slowly opened her eyes, to find rohit all over her , she was holding thight to his hair , slowly he pulled his lips away from her mouth and started kissing her neck , it was then that she looked beyond him, through the window, all the time in daze , shahab had just pulled his cycle over near the car , oh! No! it was her cycle , suddenly she realized what was going on , and she pushed rohit away
"what the fuck?" he snapped
" I have to go" she said
" but you said you loved me" he said
" no I did not , but I have to go" why was she saying this?
" I don’t understand"
" you don’t have to , just go and don’t come back!!" why was she so angry, why did shahab have this effect on her? She came out of the car and slammed the door
she walked over to shahab ,and he handed back her cycle , tires all filled with air.
" thank you" she said
why was she feeling ashamed of speaking to him?
She got on her cycle and rode away
The car backed up and sped away in the opposite direction.
Shahab stood there on the wet road all by himself, the rain had stopped,
As he saw her ride away he knew it was over, and new lines came to his mind
"Gudiya , please come back,
turn not your back
leave me not in lurch
for I love you so much"
but in his heart he knew the truth
" in 18 school road it blossomed ,
and there it lay buried"
On an impulse Akash climbed onto jenny’s cycle , it wasn’t locked, she must’ve been in a hurry getting into the class. He rode the cycle onto the street and started peddling hard , as hard as a girl’s cycle would let him go , as fast as his panting, sobbing heart would let him go, towards jenny’s house. Sheets of rain hit his face , but he kept riding, as he crossed streets , cut intersections and made turns ,all he saw was jenny’s tear ridden face.
The tires screeched and skidded as he stopped in front of her house. There were cars all over the place , footwear scattered everywhere , people were standing outside and talking in small groups, perched under umbrellas. There had been loss here , someone had lost their life, and many had lost a part of their family, jenny had lost a mother, and Akash had lost his heart… to a strong hearted, bold, caring ,motherless girl.
He moved towards a window and looked inside , there were people everywhere, some moving in a hurry, some settled down for a long day’s mourning… the untold rules of a house in sorrow. On the far side he found what he was looking for, siting in corner next to her dad was jenny, crying uncontrollably, her dad too was crying , and sitting next to jenny and consolling jenny were sunitha and deepshika, he felt relieved that she had friends to help her through this, just then she looked toward the window , on instinct he moved away and went out into the crowd.
When he reached home he was drenched from top to bottom, he saw his mother and burst into tears "what happened?" she asked
"my classmates mother died, shes such a nice girl" he said
"its ok "
" I don’t want you to die" he said hugging her, the actual loss that had come upon jenny hit him like a bolt of lightning as he hugged his own mother , he felt secure in her embrace, jenny was never going to feel this, ever again, it pained him.
* * * * *
Shahab was sitting on the steps of the library just outside school , waiting for ankita to come out. While he waited he tried to think of what to tell her once he came up beside her, what lines would capture her ? what should be the expression on his face?, how would she react? Would she get angry? Would she be understanding? No way to tell, just then the poet in him kicked in and words became a line, and lines became a story
" Gudiya , the essence of my soul,
Never shall I play thee foul.
You, the tenderest pebble on my beach,
Never shall I stay out of reach."
He could have formed more lines, but just then ankita had come out of the school , pushing her cycle. She was obviously very distressed at having a flat tire, he felt a pang of guilt for having removed the air, how could he expect her to walk, after seeing her toil in the tennis court? How insensitive! Well what the hell , whos gonna tell her? Slowly pushing the cycle she headed towards the cycle repair shop. She almost fainted when she found that the shop was closed.
‘I would never be able to look her in the eye ever again’, thought shahab, as she resigned to her fate and started to walk towards her home, her began to make his move from across the road. He was just beginning to get the idea that she had spotted him and was looking in his direction when a car pulled in between them.
He couldn’t see anything clearly from his side but could make out a guy at the wheel , smart and handsome , and now he saw ankita talking to him. They spoke like they knew each other, he would have dismissed them as relatives ,except the expression on ankita’s face, something about it made him green inside and red on the face, there she was with the expression that he had all the time wanted her to have when he told her about his love, except she was not talking to him , but some guy in fancy car!
God! she was blushing like that guy was the one who had written her all the poems, did it not matter to her at all? Did she like this guy in the car? Was he just a cute fan ? anger swelled in him , as she got into the car and the car moved away. He started walking behind the car, soon the car was out of reach , it was raining hard now.
* * * * *
Ankita felt like a queen , there she was sitting beside the, to be crowned king, Rohit ,he had appeared out of nowhere to rescue her from that long walk back home, and now they were speeding away in his car. After about a minute of driving the car came to an abrupt stop. She looked up into his eyes, as sweet as ever
" so , did you think about what I said yesterday?" he asked
" yeah I was just thinking about it" she said lamely
" well, do you love me?" he asked placing a hand on top of her hand , a million volts of electricity passed though her veins, she had never known what flying felt like , now she knew , she felt her skin grow hot and mind go out of control.
" well?" he was asking something , but she had long since become incapable of thought
" yes !!" she said without knowing what was happening , his hand slipped from over her hand and landed on her thigh , she was feeling something new, she was feeling the touch of the inner part of her soul , that she never knew existed, shame came in endless waves , and she shut her eyes. Her face was arched upwards in an angle only her female instinct could have directed her to position in. As the hand moved to her knee, she knew her skirt was no longer a hindrance, she could feel him on her skin , burning like a raging fire. Then she felt that unmistakable jolt hit her as his lips brushed her’s, she gulped , and caught his lips in her mouth . All the novels and all those explanations seemed lame , slowly she willed herself to taste his lips , and let him taste her’s , there was room for both, and then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she tasted salt, never before had salt tasted so good. Now she felt a wall of heat smash into her as his hands made their way over to her small , firm breasts , his tongue was now exploring every contour of her mouth , and she slowly opened her eyes, to find rohit all over her , she was holding thight to his hair , slowly he pulled his lips away from her mouth and started kissing her neck , it was then that she looked beyond him, through the window, all the time in daze , shahab had just pulled his cycle over near the car , oh! No! it was her cycle , suddenly she realized what was going on , and she pushed rohit away
"what the fuck?" he snapped
" I have to go" she said
" but you said you loved me" he said
" no I did not , but I have to go" why was she saying this?
" I don’t understand"
" you don’t have to , just go and don’t come back!!" why was she so angry, why did shahab have this effect on her? She came out of the car and slammed the door
she walked over to shahab ,and he handed back her cycle , tires all filled with air.
" thank you" she said
why was she feeling ashamed of speaking to him?
She got on her cycle and rode away
The car backed up and sped away in the opposite direction.
Shahab stood there on the wet road all by himself, the rain had stopped,
As he saw her ride away he knew it was over, and new lines came to his mind
"Gudiya , please come back,
turn not your back
leave me not in lurch
for I love you so much"
but in his heart he knew the truth
" in 18 school road it blossomed ,
and there it lay buried"
Movies i reccomend - Not the awesomest ever, but yes, they were well made and of good taste. You may have already come accross a few.
1) Bad Education
2) Candy
3) Kinsey
4) American History X
5) Hazaaron Kwahishien Aisi
Books that I have found interesting
1) my Name is RED
2) the Google Story
3) iCon
4) the innocent man
5) cold mountain
1) Bad Education
2) Candy
3) Kinsey
4) American History X
5) Hazaaron Kwahishien Aisi
Books that I have found interesting
1) my Name is RED
2) the Google Story
3) iCon
4) the innocent man
5) cold mountain
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Blues....
Amidst mundane code and non-monoxide smoke there's a shine to the evenings around here - its the blues. There's no better way to express melancholy than picking up the guitar and strumming a little 12 Bar. Although my endeavor is still in its inceptive stages there's a sense of realization I arrived at; blues has the quality to gently trickle through one's soul like the first drops of summer rain on a galvanized metal railing. Blues wails, blues stings, blues soars, blues takes you away to the unknown streets of unknown places where everything seems all so known - as if it was made that way. Wouldn't want to taint its pristinity and innocence, with my incoherent metaphors and inadequate language. Better left to a better writer to say.
I'm going through the sore fingertip phase presently - but code really doesn't need immaculate fingertips, whereas my blues guitar does. I rather preserve my tips for the better part of the day - the evenings, the shine. adios amigos.
Picture Courtesy: http://www.polarmusicprize.com/newSite/gfx/thumb/bbking001.jpg
Monday, May 14, 2007
Follow-up
Ain't jobless enough to monologue - but a brief snapshot of the movies i've been watching lately
Ordered chronologically
Hannibal Rising: Greater Insight into hannibal lecter's roots. Starts off well - but loses track in between and then turns boring. Lame finish - lamer climax. Watch it if you are a lecter fan.
The Core: Don't ask me why I chose to see this. Sad. Total saving the world cliche - riot. Sample dialogue between Scientist (S), CIA chief (C), Geologist (G)
C: How long would it take to build the machine (the one to save the world apparently)?
S: I dunno....about 3 years...and 15 million bucks....
C: Good! I want it in 3 weeks and do you take cash?
G(To C): Use your card - atleast you'll get miles (air-miles)....
Aargh...is the word. Don't unless you are a close enough nut case as me.
Malcom X: Haven't wikied much about the real deal. But the movie was elaborate. Took its time to show the shift in Malcom X's perspective towards contemporary america. A must watch despite its inadequacies. Denzel shines. Watch!
Interstate 60: Into the wacky imaginative thoughts of the director. Pretty light movie - ofcourse with its own ridiculous moments. But the sheer lightness of the screenplay and story makes you overlook the stupidities. Close to worth spending 2 hours.
Will Continue....
Image Courtesy: Random Sources from images.google.com
Ordered chronologically
Hannibal Rising: Greater Insight into hannibal lecter's roots. Starts off well - but loses track in between and then turns boring. Lame finish - lamer climax. Watch it if you are a lecter fan.The Core: Don't ask me why I chose to see this. Sad. Total saving the world cliche - riot. Sample dialogue between Scientist (S), CIA chief (C), Geologist (G)
C: How long would it take to build the machine (the one to save the world apparently)?
S: I dunno....about 3 years...and 15 million bucks....
C: Good! I want it in 3 weeks and do you take cash?
G(To C): Use your card - atleast you'll get miles (air-miles)....
Aargh...is the word. Don't unless you are a close enough nut case as me.
Malcom X: Haven't wikied much about the real deal. But the movie was elaborate. Took its time to show the shift in Malcom X's perspective towards contemporary america. A must watch despite its inadequacies. Denzel shines. Watch!Interstate 60: Into the wacky imaginative thoughts of the director. Pretty light movie - ofcourse with its own ridiculous moments. But the sheer lightness of the screenplay and story makes you overlook the stupidities. Close to worth spending 2 hours.
Will Continue....
Image Courtesy: Random Sources from images.google.com
Thursday, March 08, 2007
for the love of the game...
People... check out this site!!!
Some friends and I maintain this. Its our tribute to the greatest game of them all..'FOOTBALL'
Here's a snapshot for the lazy ones :)
Some friends and I maintain this. Its our tribute to the greatest game of them all..'FOOTBALL'
Here's a snapshot for the lazy ones :)
Monday, January 29, 2007
the kite runner...
i'm not the voracious reader who is entitled to give recommendations. Its strange though being an arbit reader (note the word 'arbit'), I was drifting towards non-fiction as the genre to catch on to. But this book proved me wrong -- and this is after unsuccessful attempts, of late, at reading 'Choker Bali' and similar novels....
Borrowing from the official site, this book is 'An epic tale of fathers and sons, of friendship and betrayal, that takes us from the final days of Afghanistan’s monarchy to the atrocities of the present'.
A critic says - "A wonderful work... This is one of those unforgettable stories that stay with you for years. All the great themes of literature and of life are the fabric of this extraordinary novel: love, honor, guilt, fear redemption...It is so powerful that for a long time everything I read after seemed bland." ......... I couldn't agree more.
get a copy. Lets see what some of you 'voracious' readers have to say :)
Friday, January 12, 2007
Perforated Holiday
What happens when a man is left all alone for three days in Iowa after a memorable but short holiday trip - after which he is left longing for more of it?
He gets his left eyebrow pierced :D I finally did it. A word to describe the feeling - euphoric. Finally a foreign body has found it's rightful place in me. Holiday season jus can't get better...what started out disastrously, is now getting better by the day. Finals week...it was the first week of december - and to sum the week up, it was a "How bad can you screw up things in one week" contest. No surprise - I came out with flying colors...botching up perfect situations and crawling my way back into academic existence. And then started the fun part...holidays...I'm AVK again after being tied down for a week.
Buffalo...here I come...ready or not. Well I'm not sure if buffalo was ready, but the people who I met there sure were. Auspicious start to the trip - the usual quarrel with my philanthropic friend and then went right into business - SARAKKU!!!!
amidst smoke/booze...reality/pseudo- reality...joy/hyper-joy...we encountered niagara. And boy was I instantaneously longing for a magic spell that would turn all the water into something edible (like whiskey?) - fair enough. Things turned even better when I spent one whole night playing pool rack after rack after rack...truly enchanting experience...I finally realized how pathetic I was in the game, and on top of it...had the entire night to keep reinstating the fact to myself...however I was truly at peace to myself after that effort. To sum it up...the trip to buffalo was...I would say a short and sweet trip that left me longing for more...
Back in Iowa city - like the typical Chennai IT professional unboarding the company bus on a monday morning in a campus that's way away from civilization. Well...to make matters worse I realize pretty quickly that the description I provided earlier is a terrible understatement. There was absolutely no accustomed homosapien contact(in any degree) for quite sometime before some bipeds I know came to my rescue. I can now be proud and state that "I...have realized to an absolute degree what boredom can and cannot do to an average human-being...and what it can and cannot do to me"...yes there is a marked difference in the inferences of the above two viewpoints. Some of the notable activities done (mentioned in the order of execution) are
1. Eat
2. Stare at the laptop display
3. Go out for some pranayama(U know what I mean)
4. Stare again
5. Sleep off in boredom
6. Wake up at around 3 AM and curse myself for that
7. Stare
8. Stare some more
9. Sleep contended that I have screwed my sleep cycle
10. Pranayama
11. Eat
12. Stare
....
.....
......
Finally there's netflix now...a saving grace...as a matter of fact I'm kinda satiated with the bulletin diary type of blog posts...I hereby have decided to wake up...and thus wake people up...
He gets his left eyebrow pierced :D I finally did it. A word to describe the feeling - euphoric. Finally a foreign body has found it's rightful place in me. Holiday season jus can't get better...what started out disastrously, is now getting better by the day. Finals week...it was the first week of december - and to sum the week up, it was a "How bad can you screw up things in one week" contest. No surprise - I came out with flying colors...botching up perfect situations and crawling my way back into academic existence. And then started the fun part...holidays...I'm AVK again after being tied down for a week.
Buffalo...here I come...ready or not. Well I'm not sure if buffalo was ready, but the people who I met there sure were. Auspicious start to the trip - the usual quarrel with my philanthropic friend and then went right into business - SARAKKU!!!!
amidst smoke/booze...reality/pseudo- reality...joy/hyper-joy...we encountered niagara. And boy was I instantaneously longing for a magic spell that would turn all the water into something edible (like whiskey?) - fair enough. Things turned even better when I spent one whole night playing pool rack after rack after rack...truly enchanting experience...I finally realized how pathetic I was in the game, and on top of it...had the entire night to keep reinstating the fact to myself...however I was truly at peace to myself after that effort. To sum it up...the trip to buffalo was...I would say a short and sweet trip that left me longing for more...Back in Iowa city - like the typical Chennai IT professional unboarding the company bus on a monday morning in a campus that's way away from civilization. Well...to make matters worse I realize pretty quickly that the description I provided earlier is a terrible understatement. There was absolutely no accustomed homosapien contact(in any degree) for quite sometime before some bipeds I know came to my rescue. I can now be proud and state that "I...have realized to an absolute degree what boredom can and cannot do to an average human-being...and what it can and cannot do to me"...yes there is a marked difference in the inferences of the above two viewpoints. Some of the notable activities done (mentioned in the order of execution) are
1. Eat
2. Stare at the laptop display
3. Go out for some pranayama(U know what I mean)
4. Stare again
5. Sleep off in boredom
6. Wake up at around 3 AM and curse myself for that
7. Stare
8. Stare some more
9. Sleep contended that I have screwed my sleep cycle
10. Pranayama
11. Eat
12. Stare
....
.....
......
Finally there's netflix now...a saving grace...as a matter of fact I'm kinda satiated with the bulletin diary type of blog posts...I hereby have decided to wake up...and thus wake people up...
Sunday, December 17, 2006
hmmmm.......
well, for those of you who rate a little above the average - am talking about IQ -, which means you'ld have probably figured out the IP add. of the comp. i'm blogging from, YEP!!!.... I Am in KUwaIT
and for the remaining lot......yep, it's still KUWAIT!!! ( told ya, you aren't smart )
anyways...its cold (yes ambi, ham and sriram, it IS a DESERT!!!).....its really freezing!!!! (why the F am i using a lot of exclamation marks?!!! )
well, guess life's a bitch (courtesy: sriram)
wish i was in bed.....ZZZZZ
p.s.....am staying at the
and for the remaining lot......yep, it's still KUWAIT!!! ( told ya, you aren't smart )
anyways...its cold (yes ambi, ham and sriram, it IS a DESERT!!!).....its really freezing!!!! (why the F am i using a lot of exclamation marks?!!! )
well, guess life's a bitch (courtesy: sriram)
wish i was in bed.....ZZZZZ
p.s.....am staying at the
sheraton
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
wht to do...wht to do?
Sit still in front of the comp...and wonder wht to do?
Go out to CCD for yet another coffee frappe with coffee cold chocolate ice-cream?
Go home...and read 'small is beautiful'?
Go home....log in and continue this post?
Read old posts...laugh my ass off?
Head to the pub... grab a beer and then maybe a few more?
Get busy...look up orkut and the hazaar communities?
Wish that there was some more work...and curse if it actually arrives?
....any other smart ideas btw?
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Small town meets big city
Dearth of posts....
what-joy once an oasis among strained corporate lives and boredom now seems truly a question - what-joy? Philosophical as it may seem, it is the truth
- what-joy?
what-joy is life....what-joy is death....what-joy is work....what-joy is sleep....(any takers?)
Off-late wildlife photography's craving seems to re-surface in my insides. Been following Kalyan Verma's site a lil' closely I should say. Pretty inspirational, makes me want to ditch those point and shoots and go for that elusive SLR. It's the first and last entity in my wishlist ever - Nikon D70. Anyone magnanimous enough could gift me one of them (it's an open offer - and I'd be his/her lifetime buddy for sure). Can't wait to head to the banks of Mississippi and integrate with nature - once and for all - credits to my new found friend Kirby. Can u believe it - I have started to dream about nature (taking the place of porn and metal...nature) - hallucinate actually....preparing myself for that moment in wilderness with the camera in hand and wildlife all around me....
Small town meets big city - is the title I'd give to my not so great trip to Chicago this
thanksgiving. You readers must have seen the pics. Didn't quite like the trip all that much - Chicago was a lil' too big and a lil' too fast for my liking I guess. However I should mention that Sears Tower was definitely a highlight - beautiful structure with a killer view. The place I lived temporarily was a mini-India, which proved to be a big turn-off. Same ol' humbug, stifling and nauseating I should say. Overloaded with work as of now - so taking a mid-crisis break to touch upon the blog. Can't wait for the next couple of weeks to pass - and then I'd head to Buffalo - thanks to the philanthropic friend of mine who booked my tickets.
A subtle realization - "a lot of things in life requires an annoyingly long wait ". A subtle wish - "and it better be worth it". Random thoughts....this is how it goes....nothing worth it though....
P.S: and don't bother about my birthday to gift one of those SLRs...any day would be fine.
what-joy once an oasis among strained corporate lives and boredom now seems truly a question - what-joy? Philosophical as it may seem, it is the truth
- what-joy?
what-joy is life....what-joy is death....what-joy is work....what-joy is sleep....(any takers?)
Off-late wildlife photography's craving seems to re-surface in my insides. Been following Kalyan Verma's site a lil' closely I should say. Pretty inspirational, makes me want to ditch those point and shoots and go for that elusive SLR. It's the first and last entity in my wishlist ever - Nikon D70. Anyone magnanimous enough could gift me one of them (it's an open offer - and I'd be his/her lifetime buddy for sure). Can't wait to head to the banks of Mississippi and integrate with nature - once and for all - credits to my new found friend Kirby. Can u believe it - I have started to dream about nature (taking the place of porn and metal...nature) - hallucinate actually....preparing myself for that moment in wilderness with the camera in hand and wildlife all around me....
Small town meets big city - is the title I'd give to my not so great trip to Chicago this
thanksgiving. You readers must have seen the pics. Didn't quite like the trip all that much - Chicago was a lil' too big and a lil' too fast for my liking I guess. However I should mention that Sears Tower was definitely a highlight - beautiful structure with a killer view. The place I lived temporarily was a mini-India, which proved to be a big turn-off. Same ol' humbug, stifling and nauseating I should say. Overloaded with work as of now - so taking a mid-crisis break to touch upon the blog. Can't wait for the next couple of weeks to pass - and then I'd head to Buffalo - thanks to the philanthropic friend of mine who booked my tickets.A subtle realization - "a lot of things in life requires an annoyingly long wait ". A subtle wish - "and it better be worth it". Random thoughts....this is how it goes....nothing worth it though....
P.S: and don't bother about my birthday to gift one of those SLRs...any day would be fine.
Friday, October 27, 2006
IRON JAWED ANGELS !!!!
Once in a while there comes a movie that outclasses the rest, period.
Iron Jawed Angels - remains the most wonderfully made movie I have ever seen. Sheer Class!
Ladies and gentelmen, do get your hands on this awesome movie as soon as possible !!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
diwali blues...
temperature soaring...heads hammering....total chaos...yes thts quite how diwali is, was and will be but there I was just talking about my own state :(
viral fever took over friday night to spoil a much earned break and the diwali festivities.
Actually its nice to see how we went about diwali this time -- us roomies i.e
me in bed (disgrace)
one chap gone god knows where.
third one sleeping his ass off
....wow and the little kids downstairs bursting every cracker in town
was not quite a spectacle either.
And schumi went away...inspite of the bad weekend, schumi exit --life has to go on.
why??
---temperatures soaring...head hammering....vicious circle ---grrrrrr!
viral fever took over friday night to spoil a much earned break and the diwali festivities.
Actually its nice to see how we went about diwali this time -- us roomies i.e
me in bed (disgrace)
one chap gone god knows where.
third one sleeping his ass off
....wow and the little kids downstairs bursting every cracker in town
was not quite a spectacle either.
And schumi went away...inspite of the bad weekend, schumi exit --life has to go on.
why??
---temperatures soaring...head hammering....vicious circle ---grrrrrr!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Within/without
'Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.' (Genesis 2:1)
There is a storm brewing outside. The wind whips majestic trees into an undignified frenzy. Below, pools of streetlight illuminate sheets of needle-sharp rain. And far away, the sky turns a menacing crimson, the dawn of Mars on the once-benign horizon. I watch, barefooted and comfortably warm, through the thick glass that separates me from the fury beyond. Yes, undeniably, there is a storm brewing outside.
There is a storm brewing inside. A thousand memories are bursting inside my head, desperately attempting to escape the slow burial they were subjected for so long. My heart swells with strange, unnamed emotions and my mouth tastes of the sharp, acidic cocktail of exotic fears. Darkness is slowly closing in from the corners of my eyes.
Nothing seems amiss as the train speeds past the tiny platforms and my fellow passsengers look anywhere-but-here in glazed broedom. It is a crisp, sunny, positively beautiful fall day. Yet, there is a storm brewing close to home.
'Then they gathered the kings together to the place that in Hebrew is called Armageddon. The seventh angel poured out his bowl into the air, and out of the temple came a loud voice from the throne, saying, "It is done!" Then there came flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder and a severe earthquake. No earthquake like it has ever occurred since man has been on earth, so tremendous was the quake. The great city split into three parts, and the cities of the nations collapsed. God remembered Babylon the Great and gave her the cup filled with the wine of the fury of his wrath. Every island fled away and the mountains could not be found. From the sky huge hailstones of about a hundred pounds each fell upon men. And they cursed God on account of the plague of hail, because the plague was so terrible.' (Relevations 16:16-16:21)
There is a storm brewing outside. The wind whips majestic trees into an undignified frenzy. Below, pools of streetlight illuminate sheets of needle-sharp rain. And far away, the sky turns a menacing crimson, the dawn of Mars on the once-benign horizon. I watch, barefooted and comfortably warm, through the thick glass that separates me from the fury beyond. Yes, undeniably, there is a storm brewing outside.
There is a storm brewing inside. A thousand memories are bursting inside my head, desperately attempting to escape the slow burial they were subjected for so long. My heart swells with strange, unnamed emotions and my mouth tastes of the sharp, acidic cocktail of exotic fears. Darkness is slowly closing in from the corners of my eyes.
Nothing seems amiss as the train speeds past the tiny platforms and my fellow passsengers look anywhere-but-here in glazed broedom. It is a crisp, sunny, positively beautiful fall day. Yet, there is a storm brewing close to home.
'Then they gathered the kings together to the place that in Hebrew is called Armageddon. The seventh angel poured out his bowl into the air, and out of the temple came a loud voice from the throne, saying, "It is done!" Then there came flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder and a severe earthquake. No earthquake like it has ever occurred since man has been on earth, so tremendous was the quake. The great city split into three parts, and the cities of the nations collapsed. God remembered Babylon the Great and gave her the cup filled with the wine of the fury of his wrath. Every island fled away and the mountains could not be found. From the sky huge hailstones of about a hundred pounds each fell upon men. And they cursed God on account of the plague of hail, because the plague was so terrible.' (Relevations 16:16-16:21)
Monday, October 09, 2006
qUesTioN oF tHe ceNtury
the dialogue....
october 1, 2006
...
madcap - ...by the way, i quit smoKing
anusha - sMoking?...when did U ever start???...
(ain't the title right ?)
Friday, September 22, 2006
Electric Ganesha Land
And just in case if you people are wondering what in hell did i write in my last post....well here's a chance to do something you could do to provide some extent of intellectual satisfaction to yourselves while sitting around in office/classroom/lab/home instead of drowning in guilt over the unimportant stuff in life....try guessing what the last post was all about....
And in the meanwhile....
Guitar Prasanna....rings a bell....no....curse yourself and click here http://www.guitarprasanna.com/EGL/Samples/Bowling.ram
The direct personification of Sri Jimi....well that could be an understatement....a revitalization of soul stirring notes....soaring higher than any living being ever soared....a blending of typical triplicane down-to-earthness (Man I'm making up new lingos on-the-fly....i guess yankeeland is taking a toll on me) mixed with the technical accomplishment of a seasoned pro....his journey to Electric Ganesha Land (His latest album) has been one rigmarole....typical of someone with uncappable(here's one more of the make-ups....forgive me for that :) ) talent....never bogged down....never losing focus from the bird's eye - like the mythological arjuna.....believe in coincidences - well don't bother to quantify why he's from where he is from.....i wouldn't want to generalize.....he's just out of the world.
Coming back to earthly matters - ambi just did what I didn't have the spheres to do.....described in gruesome detail of her pathetic state....it might look to the untrained eye as another piece of exaggeration....I don't want to assert anything here but all I would say is, you would be in a wee-bit on the wrong side of things if you think likewise.....things are bad....it's just that some lesser mortals choose to stay blind about it and comfort ourselves that people are leading shittier lives....
Listening to High Hopes - PF.....paradox - you would call....positiveness - I would like to believe
Friday, September 08, 2006
Only in America
Imagine this to happen in your own small space, yes small space is key here because an extrapolation here would be unimaginable - rather unbearable.Sitting in a bus, plugged into your own personal music franticism (Don't bother with the dictionary, I made it up...bad vocabulary...inferiority complex...whatever u may call it) wondering what your own little world is heading to. Your favorite song ends on a happy note and then there's static flowing through those headphones. Sad, very sad that its not a noise-canceling bose that you're wearing; the screeching accent, the shrill laughter and blitzkrieg speed of bosh runs wild and free all around you, yeah you were wondering for a while why the realization seems so painful....one bit at a time baby(like the SHA-512 algorithm)...
Two human beings each sitting on either side of your better halves(Don't bother for alternatives....human beings is the closest you can get in an attempt to compare) rattling away to glory....a grin...a squeak...a fluttery barrage of butterfly language....and ofcourse how can one forget this terrible understatement - body language (they could write a whole dialect with just those actions - ASL should be keeping a watch - they might just run out of business)....and there's this fellow comrade sitting right across you giving that helpless look (Look around man, we're just outnumbered - terribly).
His facial reactions give a hint of reassurance (I'm in the same shit-hole buddy)....was it!! or am I imagining already....and there's this long Heartland express blinding-shining container that whizzes past and I catch a sorry glimpse of my lineaments....no prizes for guessing....am looking as helpless as my countryman sitting right across inside the safety of the bus....The irony (don't ask me why...lets assume it's being used just because that damn figure of speech was invented) was that I see a sticker pasted across the window that says "Safe Place Call 1-800-232-5980" and I was seriously contemplating about it. What if this goes on and we end up in cutting fish and chicken that were to be served raw to someone who was willing to dollar the restauranteur just because raw food was hep and what mattered more while he was eating wasn't his taste buds but what he could reason out to his colleagues and subordinates an hour later - why his fart smelled funny.
And now to the part which everyone loves...."the blame game"....will be continued in my next instalment...
What the hel i'l probably refarin from using any double L's from now on....
I don't want to get sued over plagiarism....over some dumb ol' pictures
Image Courtesy: http://www.cinepad.com/images/dazed2a.jpg
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