tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62123223086779218342024-02-22T00:46:37.847-08:00...one train of thought crossing into another..........."The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings"........Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-10057426912374142552014-03-21T14:25:00.000-07:002014-09-15T06:42:14.895-07:00The Joy of Pain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Leaving behind one's pain and insecurities is, by and large, an uphill task. You never know if you'll eventually reach the sweet spot where you're, for all intents and purposes, 'over it'. Having been through my fair share, I'm in a position to share my two cents about it as well. There are many schools of thought regarding dealing with something unpleasant. Some believe that it is in the best interest of the affected party to grieve and move on; loosely translated - days and probably months of tears till your glands run dry. Another ever-popular and ever-so Goth alternative is to bury it deep down and never speak of it again; with the exception of an annual drunken scenario where you bear all to a perfect stranger. Confrontation or fighting the fear or opposition has been the 'winner's formula' that P.E teachers have been doling out since the turn of the century; ever since P.E became more than just a filler.<br />
Now this leaves us to our school. Call us masochistic but we believe that in embracing our pain we do one better than all the others. Pain and insecurities often cause the worst gashes that could turn into something truly dangerous. Instead of ignoring its presence or misdiagnosing solutions, one has to come to terms with it and not merely by crying. By realising that tears have brought along with it less dramatic but better company like learning, strength and understanding, you take the first step towards a better path. When you realise that all this supposed negativity gives you the final nudge to create something and push for what it is that you truly want. It makes you dig a little deeper, think a little clearer and understand a little better. Now, the jury is still out on which school triumphs but when the results are a stronger person with possibly a great story to tell, we may have tipped the scales a bit. </div>
Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-41994768174136198012014-03-08T08:33:00.000-08:002014-03-08T08:33:16.198-08:00Dream Notes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There were many singers who sat behind run-down trucks crossing state lines, coining words to go with the dust in the air and the warmth of the unpredictable. Artists have been taunted by the bare canvas and blank pages alike. While they try to figure out the empty spaces between inspiration and creation, a torture engulfs their very soul. It makes it impossible for them to think or even breathe. Across the sky, birds fly without bounds and direction, tempting them and leaving behind a shell of a person. The men run their fingers through their hair and the women toss pebbles into the creek, hoping in the name of God or Nature or Synergy or Nothingness, that the dry spell end. Without direction, we just keep moving along this path that takes us nowhere and that makes it all the more fearsome.<br />
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There is no saying if we'll hit a dead end or a wrong turn. Why, just the other day we heard in the papers about the man who led a woman down an alley way, to her death. She didn't know where to go and played a hunch on a blighted moment. While we hear jazz music in the background with head a-spinning, you can't do very much to stop it either. A cigarette swirl and a knee-weakening move turn everything into a beautiful haze. </div>
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-53757460533650553412014-02-07T20:57:00.000-08:002014-02-07T20:57:45.357-08:00Getafix's Brew<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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that is the source of their power. The pre-teen nerds that were buried within an abandoned moat, come crawling out; they have found a portal for resurrection. Unfortunately, we see that there is no such place or tonic or life experience in particular that brought about their rise but just passion.<br />
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The self-consuming belief that they will do whatever it is to achieve perfection. That not another soul goes hungry on their watch. That no yard of cloth will go unpressed. No sentence taken for granted and no cog without oil. </div>
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Here, within this bubble of their ideas, they don't see deadlines or failures or a well-paying ticket out of this but the hope that tomorrow they will be better, grow higher and never stop feeling what it truly means, to feel alive. Before we define success in terms of closet-contents and wallet-fillers, maybe we can try and put a price to a victorious smile after a hard day's labour. </div>
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-92001932440713687932014-01-13T01:29:00.000-08:002014-01-13T01:30:31.312-08:00Ms Egalitarian trying to go beyond Escort and Empowered<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The more strides we take and discoveries we make, the more our pasts become significant; just like the roots of the tree grow stronger with every inch it moves towards the sky. Funnily enough, this quality is a double-edged sword. As much as we cling to our cultural habits and fondness for unusual tuck-shop treats, we also hold those stereotypes. Judgemental glances that strike unawares and an atheist drawing a cross as if to adjust their collar are all part of everyday paradoxes and stereotypes. One of societies favourite examples - women, stand the test of time to be the penultimate stereotype.<br />
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We have many schools of thought - social, political, cultural, feminist ideology and the layman's brush-off attitude. You cannot bring yourself to understand why is it that even the most liberated and worldly of men and women cannot expunge themselves from it. At those befitting moments when your stereotype limerick is on the nose, you wonder "Can't a liberal make a joke nowadays?"<br />
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It's not so much the joke as the lever and pulley within your brain that thrusts out such relevant and insightful repartee. It's when you scrape the bottom of the barrel and or look underneath that you see that nothing much has changed around you. It's the same old things under a glaçage of gloss and grammar. Even so, we cannot ignore that we are on a slow but definite path towards change. One that'll take us to the utopian future but until then, a woman with red lipstick still causes a split-second query - Escort or Empowered?<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-64668590915747764862013-11-04T08:10:00.000-08:002013-11-04T08:12:57.238-08:00Just a roundup<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We have a lot of opportunities to make a difference but they seem to pop up at the most inconvenient hour.<br />
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Chocolate does more credit than we give it credit for, not only is it the beginning of joy but it's now a lucrative profession and doesn't it sound seductive when you say you're a chocolatier<br />
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Anything worthy of attention must come decked in surrealist garb or dipped in the hottest neon-hue<br />
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High Heels are undeniably uncomfortable and cataclysmic for your feet but, like after cigarettes and caffeine, after a while it all seems irreverent<br />
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You haven't really achieved a truly estro-testos equilibrium until you fixed your anklet with a trusty pair of pliers or something like that<br />
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If you don't know what twerking means, then I should be talking to you instead of half of the people out there<br />
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A boy should have a nice jacket and a girl must have a pair of nice earrings, if not they need a hell of a reason<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-66453888980388229642013-09-22T08:19:00.000-07:002013-09-22T08:19:38.984-07:00Aaah, those days of tomorrow...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We all think about the wonderful childhood we left behind. Every time we are cornered with an unexpected bill or an additional twist, we think about how great it would be to go back in time and blow bubbles in the yard. While there is a lot of merit to this line of thought, it seems a little unfair to those special moments of being an adult. At this point, we are much closer to making a difference. We are ready to take things in our stride and bury those hatchets. When things are a little tight, you can still loosen the purse strings a little to buy your sister something nice. All those things that made being an adult a scary step, somehow manages to have its high points. Sometimes, when we take responsibility, we can't help but feel a little more ready to wake up to a better tomorrow. It's funny how seamlessly all of us transition from a clueless world to one where you're collecting clues by the dozen.<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-89959202997612400702013-07-27T00:15:00.000-07:002013-07-27T00:15:09.144-07:00Taboo of the Ordinary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We live in such dire times where normalcy has become a plague that the globe is trying to vaccinate. No longer can people walk down the street, just minding their own business, without breaking into song and dance. It has become a norm to sport mismatched socks, buzzed haircuts or a picture-perfect outfit, fit for the glossies. We simply must not live a life where we juggle home, work and a few odd days out. There are grave consequences to those who unwittingly say that travelling is not their cup of tea.<br />
We are consumed by quirks, irregularities and the unusual so much so that we can't figure out which is which any more. Being creative and having something unique takes precedence over a kind heart and a boring old job. It is acceptable for me to not know where my life is going and indulge in kitsch art and heart-wrenching poetry but not quite acceptable if I decide to spend the day home in front of the television instead of reviving a dying art. <br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-71400619000311759782013-07-12T00:48:00.000-07:002013-07-12T00:49:36.106-07:00The Pearl Coefficient<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A lot of us can't afford to buy pearls, so we resort to a variety of different solutions. Some put the idea of a pearl above the pearl itself and adorn their throats with faux pearls. Others wait patiently to be able to fight all odds, unaware yet hopeful of whether they will emerge victorious with the glorious necklace around their neck. There is yet another segment who find a thick strand and invest in a single pearl. They walk around, encouraging piqued glances towards this sole-pearled necklace and delve into a wondrous narration which will only end when the stringing culminates into a bauble that was truly worth the wait...<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-17396303743861415792013-06-14T01:04:00.002-07:002013-06-14T01:04:28.443-07:00Titbits of Thrift go a long way...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You don't really understand the way upbringing has permeated within you until you hear your mother's drawl as you enter 'The' Store. Eerie and effective, with this involuntarily implanted hesitancy, she's probably saved your life from a melange of fiscal fatalities. You never have to be that girl who has to hold a sale to make sure that you can pay back debts (not credit card debts because the drawl always magnified when you even passed by a billboard!). While you are sitting at home complaining about the painfully slow process of putting together your motorcycle deposit, your "credit-savvy friend" may have to move in with their welcoming albeit nosy cousin.<br />
Today, you should take a moment and think about everything that you didn't do. Like the time you didn't spend your birthday money on a festival sale. How, for once, you chose to listen to what investing options really mean. The time you could buy your sister a pretty nice present for, well, just being around all these years. It is for these moments that your money truly holds value beyond numbers. When you learn that restraint is more rewarding than splurging. All the financial wisdom that your parents deemed wasted, sprouting a little late. Most importantly, for those moments when you feel that words alone lack that certain punch and when you 'can' substitute spectacular for just fine.<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-16553406234639948152013-05-23T06:30:00.001-07:002013-05-23T06:38:02.178-07:00Awaiting your Florence Nightingale...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Imagine that you, along with the whole world, are sitting on individual sickbeds awaiting the nurse. A nurse's job is to take care of those who lay bedridden within the expanse of the hospital and when she misses her hourly check, you are uncomfortable to say the least. Like so, most of us go through the motions of life in a spotless domain as tiresome and pedantic as the hospital walls. Infected by a plague that has seeped into the populace, we see that only precious few can get better for they possess an antibody, natural or acquired, to cure themselves. Festering and convulsing, they come out in such times of distress, terror and unbearable boredom, to fight what the body and soul cannot handle. Unlike any other hospital, each and every patient comes with their own medical supplies. You are all prepared with your vials and beakers full of medicine, waiting for relief. A line of nurses come and pour vials of ink and paint, that the patient has accumulated over the years, over the bitter wounds and see that not only is it anti-septic but also the perfect cure to their woes. The others who presented glass vials of pure gold and emeralds, sadly, remained as void as before. The medicine was not right and it was almost like trying to quench a thirst for water with champagne.<br />
In time, these patients learnt to accept that not all people are meant to be truly healthy. The pink of health, was an open yet guarded clique who were blessed with something out of this world. The fated patients realized that the perfect assembly of mind, body and soul will remain unfairly and unfortunately, elusive to a majority. An understanding loomed over them that there must be the ones affected by sickness to recognize the brilliance of those who are in the prime of life.<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-9530420465018987702013-05-01T11:38:00.000-07:002013-05-01T23:54:02.428-07:00Annealing Grains into a Damsel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was always a little perplexing, why people associate being covered from head to waist in glittering and menacing gold as beautiful. For someone who reads through books and applies a bit of grey matter, you can understand why it evokes that wide-eyed amazement a pirate has when he lays his eyes on the bounty. It could also be the lust-soaked gaze of a man who is hardened by poverty, who is within grasping reach of his ticket to Utopia. Whatever it may be, the sheer lust that diamonds, silver and gold strike comes second only to the desires of the flesh. Quite recently, an unassuming woman understood what it meant to be overcome with such a powerful emotion. One that hasn't been written about quite a lot.<br />
As always it starts with a wedding, well an engagement to be precise. A reasonably feminine woman who nurses a desire to be the belle of the ball, goes hunting for the perfect necklace. Her beige outfit is elegant but not complete and cannot truly shine without that necklace of her dreams. Within moments, fine wisps of her imagination tangle up in all permutations and combinations to form this gorgeous string that adorns her unspectacular neck. While crossing roads and alleys, she notices this small silver shop and goes in on a whim. A cursory and casual scan over the small but clean shelves and there it is; the manifestation of her dreams. It looked as if Michelangelo himself descended from the heavens, chisel in hand, to create that regal strand. Etched to elegance and burnt to a fine patina, this necklace was born to beautify a curious woman who stood at the cusp of connoisseurship.<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-77210159760036534602013-04-12T10:17:00.001-07:002013-04-12T10:21:09.471-07:00what magic would taste like...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You wake up everyday and it should be like taking the first bite of your favourite chocolate. That tingling rhythm should sway you into a haze and you don't know whether you are floating or flat on your bottom. A swirl should have you moving like the zig-zag shapes, just like in Wonderland. Whatever it may be, the eye-popping tang of orange, the jolty crunch of
coconut or the deeply hypnotic attack of just chocolate, you must be ready to
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Some of us make the colossal folly of just taking the ones that are rich and brown. While they probably taste like the most memorable moments of your life glazed together, it never hurts to try the others. At the corner of every brown fantasy is a tiny yet vivacious bar of lemon or a shy yet scintillating crackle of pistachio. So go ahead and take a bite, if only once, for the sake of adventure and nostalgia. If on those days, you pulled out a not-so-wonderful flavour, you go to sleep and pick a new one for Tomorrow. As momma says, life is like a box of chocolates...<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-90625808595137070872013-04-06T21:45:00.001-07:002013-04-06T21:55:32.341-07:00The Fuchsia Embrace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As a species, we are obsessed with the idea of clothing. Whether it is the cut of gossamer that drapes your silhouette or the wizardry of brocade against dull and lifeless skin, we are under duress. Even in renouncing its importance, we put the concept of clothing on a pedestal. Is it any wonder, then, why lingerie scales high up on the hierarchy of the ever-changing wardrobe...<br />
Borne from the civilizations of Egypt and Ancient Greece, it's not just the history and legends that stood the test of time. Forever evolving and becoming an intrinsic part of the life of every woman and man, lingerie was never something that could stay hidden in dark closets. The evolution is not just in the tailoring but the magnitude of emotion behind it. Arousing spite from feminists, admirers from adolescents and joy from a generation of women. It isn't possible to ignore or hide something that has such visible implications on our daily life. When we go by each day not realizing the sober monotony that takes over our being, women find an escapist solace in the electrifying embrace of a fuchsia brassiere...<br />
The veil has long been lifted and lingerie still bathes under the spotlight. To evoke furor among conservatives, to pique timid curiosity among the threshold adults, to stir passion within the core of the most frigid men and to temper the soul of every woman who contains, at least, a hiss of sizzle...<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-30524898768455408462013-03-24T05:19:00.002-07:002013-03-24T05:21:24.923-07:00Dinner for One Please.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Back at home, all I seem to be hearing is news of that somebody's someone getting married. It's just a wee bit sad that all these 'someone's' are at the threshold of a tender 22 and 23. Instead of rejoicing, it seems like an ode to wasted youth. When you go back, they all look at you and say - "Oh, you <b>DON'T </b>know how to make anything and everything that you grew up eating?" or "Oh, my husband is simply marvellous, just the other day he....." </div>
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What I have a problem with is that somewhere along this path, there comes this woeful sigh when you speak of those who are blissfully <i>un</i>married. The plight of the "un-domesticated woman" is something that a lot of these people find pitiful. Unfortunately, they don't realize the joy of fixing the fuse all by yourself without the help of a father/brother/boyfriend/mechanic. They don't feel the surge of pride that comes to our face after making it to work on time despite indulging in 4 LIT's the night before.</div>
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-61028241188899451102013-01-25T02:20:00.001-08:002013-02-05T20:16:19.653-08:00The Fate of a Poor Little Kid<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Many years back, I found myself standing at the platform of a railway station. It was a family trip and we had alighted from the train or waiting for one. The vague memory of a yellow frock teases me to believe that, that was what I was wearing then. The twilight rays bathed the station and everyone was doing something or the other. Everything was going well until we noticed a goat's kid in the middle of the tracks. I remember looking at it for a while until I heard its knell; the sound of the train. It was struggling to find its way out of the tracks. I was standing right across and every fibre in my body told me to jump and save it but I froze and stood there, dead still. The train ran over the little kid. Perhaps, that was my first experience with a number of things. The sorrow of death, the horror of its inevitability, being ashamed of my cowardice and having to accept it and move on.<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-61562924688720763922012-11-14T09:00:00.001-08:002012-11-14T09:08:56.059-08:00Me? A Liar?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I will never understand what it means to be truly open with oneself.... Because most of the time I find that I have fed myself with the choicest of lies and made a mockery of integrity..... I wonder if great kings and queens along with the wise elders, who all paraded in court, ever had such moments? ..... Sure they did, otherwise where did we pick this from?<br />
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..... Lying to oneself is one of the oldest forms of denial and much more skillful than sweeping it up under the carpet.... there is finesse in the language you use, artistry in the story you manifest and prowess in the ingenuity it takes to convince oneself against the truth that we already know...... I wonder if one is ever, truly successful to rid themselves of this human affliction.........<br />
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Although countless fairy tales, uncanny coincidences and that annoying thought of happily-ever-after tell us that it is possible...... We may as well have to live with the fact that we look into the mirror and describe wrinkly and overweight as 'not in my 20's anymore'!<br />
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Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-20159464457564433352012-11-01T08:14:00.003-07:002012-11-01T08:14:32.913-07:00A minute for Pause...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Have you ever heard of a race on pause?.... You probably wouldn't
have because there is no such race.... I mean, what kind of race would
it be, if you could take a break, recharge and switch back on like the flow
hadn't broken..... but what we fail to realise sometimes is that is exactly what
we do everyday..... This quasi-idyllic concept is part of a universal
ritual, just like grabbing your umbrella when it's raining outside......
There are so many things on our mind.... so much to do, see and
experience.... it's all so overwhelming yet we have to put up a brave
face in front of an ever-judgmental society, like it's no big deal at
all........ We are in such a rush to scale the mountain that we forget
to savour the sight which is what makes it a truly magnificent feat.....<br />
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choices that we made...... If not for the rational calm and the
reflective time that we took, we probably would have made the greatest
mistake of our lives...... Ranging from a fateful tattoo or a delusional I Do....
and everything in between..... It is in these few moments and these
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<li>I am - <i>Content</i></li>
<li>I should pursue - <i>an Artistic Career</i></li>
<li>I should learn - <i>Spanish</i></li>
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I enjoy taking online quizzes.... it may seem stupid and a tad bit naive.... but i think it has more depth to it than its juvenile surface..... there are innumerable quizzes to find out the answer of every possible question you could think of - right from "What Does Your Eye Colour Mean?", "Will You Survive the Apocalypse?" to "If you were a Gadget, Which one would you be?" and "Which Song Are You?"........ now of course there are some quizzes that quite literally take the options you've selected and jumble the order and present you with an answer you wouldn't spend this much time to know...... but then we can see through that sham..... there are some though that ask you trivial and nondescript questions and associate it with an eye-opening answer.......<br />
.......maybe I'm giving it more credit than it deserves - so sue me!...... its largely based on a little more than a funny bone and common sense..... but there's also the 'more than occasionally', thought provoking one...... the quiz that you took because you were bored but turned out to be more honest than you'd like to say out loud...... but for someone who's trying to unfurl their identity..... trying to segregate what they want and what they think they want..... or maybe just want to see an opposite side..... they just lift your spirits up a little and make you think just a bit longer..... it probably isn't as dramatic as I'm putting it out to be..... but sometimes - it just might be.......<br />
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You know how they (and Paulo Coelho) say that, when you really really want something the entire universe conspires to make it happen...... well somebody forgot to mention the Universe - has its off days too!..... or maybe its just playing with you and testing you to the boiling point!....... These are the moments when you feel that you are probably committing the most heinous crime - worse than Judas - by introducing an innocent to Hope.....<br />
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When Pandora opened the box a second time, Hope was the white dove that would counter the chaos that she let out initially...... But maybe Hercules was being sarcastic.... Some try to keep away the devious complications that come with Hope but it seems that humanity is damned forever (Way to go Pandora!)....... When you're trying to grab onto something real - Hope is this malicious fog that deceives our already sordid vision..... and you can't blame someone who goes into a state of blinding sub-psychotic rage over this stressful situation..... but "hope"fully that's where it ends..... <br />
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just a week back you were thinking that things are slipping into pace and then... BAM... its gone all topsy turvy again... funny how things are that way...... i always knew life was unpredictable..... more so for me.... even if its the unpredictable routine!...... but sometimes, in lieu of the BAM moment - the routine seems to be just a haze..... it just goes to make you think that.... no matter how much one thinks they are living out a glorious or otherwise routine..... no matter how much you crave for some stability.... life and permanence are polar opposites - but then again you don't need me to tell you that.... but maybe you need the occasional jab from people to remind you of it........<br />
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A lot of people take stability, routine and being predictable as things that you fear in your youth but something they desire as they grow older.... and this desire increases with age...... perhaps there is some merit to that thinking..... and it is due to this thinking that I cannot think of something else that I've tried to run away from, the most....... and this is one of those escapist elements that may or may not serve me well........ but i choose to believe its the former........ its the fact that i may change names, numbers and destinations at a poignant point that seems nothing out of the ordinary....... that is probably why those moments are poignant.... you expect an extraordinary moment to be spellbinding.... but when an ordinary moment becomes so, you may have hit the jackpot...</div>
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we all liked Pinocchio right..... adorable Geppetto who longs for a son..... endearing wooden puppet that dreams to be a real boy..... and who can forget Jiminy Cricket who guides him all along..... Good values for your kids.... but as time goes by we forget how Pinocchios nose grows long..... how much Geppetto loved his son.... and most of all - we forget to listen to Jiminy......<br />
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I think maybe its time we adults watched Pinocchio once..... and really dig into it again...... so many of us have managed to zone out Jiminy or lock him into oblivion..... but then we come across these moments..... where behind all our greatest efforts and all the consolatory statements.... you hear this faint sound....... you brush it off thinking its another one of those pesky migraines coming along but..... before you pop in a painkiller - you probably might hear Jiminy..... sure he doesn't sound the same or carry around his umbrella..... but there's no doubt that its him..... and that just sinks us even deeper..... he means well and wants you to be the best you can be..... but telling you what to do and not to can be quite annoying even if its your own Conscience..... so we all try to silence Jiminy..... poor cricket didn't screw up, did he?..... and on top of that we're giving him flak...........</div>
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Jiminys been talking to me a little bit tonight.... and his voice is a lot louder than usual..... but i have to listen to him.... I mean... he's right you know - especially if you hear him loud and clear...... its time we all spend a few minutes with our own Jiminys - they've been waiting to talk to us for a while now..... </div>
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</div>Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-49548466089553531502011-12-16T02:12:00.000-08:002012-02-14T11:42:34.402-08:00...Desirable Traits...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
.......hasn't there been an instance when your talking to a friend..... see a stranger on the road....... and wish "God, I wish I could do that".... I've had many such instances where someones innate qualities have impressed me to the extent that I wish I was blessed with it...... so today, i thought i could talk about many such things that I wish I'd been........ one of them is a positive attitude - I'm kind of notorious for being pessimistic (although I still maintain that its called being a realist!)...... in a world full of people who look at life oh so practically and are eager to throw you with the realities of life...... these people with an amazing faith in the universe are such a welcome treat..... who at even the most dark crossroads come with a blaring flashlight...... sometimes I wonder how they do it........ seems simple enough yet I couldn't be more elusive to it...... even when things just don't seem to work out - they seem to be able to look at it in a way that I've been perennially blind..... sometimes its encouraging, sometimes it seems like a sweet nothing to make you smile....... but either way you have to appreciate how they do it........... I mean if everyone thought like me all the time - you'd find somebody down in the dumps at every corner...... and why waste this fleeting life in such self deprecating moments..... <br />
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...... another marvelous feat i've been a spectator to many a times....... I'm almost tragically disabled when it comes to being assertive...... its not that I cannot.... but there's an organ as physical as my kidney or lungs that filters it out..... i think and i picture myself being this dictator that throws the collective weight of me and the entire country to get what they want...... i'm able to imagine being so verbose about it...... but when it comes to the actual performance, i seem to have lost my infinite vocabulary and draw an embarrassing blank...... and to put salt in your wounds there'll be someone who walks a few steps behind you that glides past you to grab the last seat..... you'd think this is the life changing moment.... where you finally remember the words and rise like the phoenix..... alas - such dramatic victory, I couldn't achieve....</div>
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.......I'd like to think of these 2 qualities as the barricades that stop me from conquering the world....... what stops me from pursuing eternal happiness when now I have to settle for snatches..... us helpless souls have to make it in a world of fierce go getters where nobody knows where to draw the line...... it seems ironic to talk of democracy or free speech...... </div>
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</div>Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-79403056043492346442011-11-28T22:10:00.000-08:002011-11-30T03:41:48.812-08:00Comfort, my luxury...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KJppb2_xRA9lclEM55a-glXCD6OV585Ryip4wuROTJ3Z2MaOiCNePl7J9WMFtX9_Cg4QVCxqEE95ALkT8i0L5o0QPwCBEdBLBJz5-rIwuZkGo0d2dx4ef9ckFfdsFqkR8SvUWL99RlBX/s1600/poster_sex-city-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2KJppb2_xRA9lclEM55a-glXCD6OV585Ryip4wuROTJ3Z2MaOiCNePl7J9WMFtX9_Cg4QVCxqEE95ALkT8i0L5o0QPwCBEdBLBJz5-rIwuZkGo0d2dx4ef9ckFfdsFqkR8SvUWL99RlBX/s320/poster_sex-city-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680300961249187586" /></a><br />Yesterday... out of all things I could have done (ok when i say all - it means this and sleep) I chose to watch Sex and The City 2 (The Movie)... a friend had made me watch the previous movie and not having seen the iconic series, any subtle or not so subtle references were lost on me.... but i don't think I missed much.... It started off as colourful and extravagant as you would think..... fancy apartments, indulgent clothes, privileges galore...... many things happened and these 4 women land in Abu Dhabi..... and at this point it becomes a little difficult for me...... not that up till this point it was easy..... but i managed...... words like luxury and decadence fail to resonate the lifestyle that was portrayed..... amidst all that wealth and exorbitance there was this other sense lurking about..... it was hard not to miss but could easily have been..... it was this sheer obscenity...... maybe im alone on this one..... its not very often that i cringe when i see something that doesn't involve merciless hacking...... but this was one of them...... maybe its because i somewhere believe in balance that such excess was as repulsive as poverty........ it showed you the side of the world created by money..... the side of the world many would kill for..... but i forever more, hope to remain an alien to this side......... for its the simple things in life that bring joy rather than all the diamonds one can buy......... the comfort of being well fed, staying under a good roof and not having to worry too much about a rainy tomorrow is my luxury.....Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-22599956852610367282011-11-15T05:27:00.000-08:002011-11-16T03:16:52.886-08:00Where are The Good Old Days?In an increasingly competitive world, whose demands are not just perfection but its highest degree - i have become lost in oblivion.... not knowing what you want can be a dangerous state.... your helpless and terrified...... its almost like you have nothing..... which in a sense is true..... I always took for granted the time where I didn't have to worry about so many things..... when all that was left to do at the end of the day is finishing your homework or cleaning your room...... but then I was rapt with these dreamy ideas of what being an adult would be like...... how i would be part of a crazy web of endless nights spent wiling away my youth and the wee hours meeting deadlines and earning my bread....<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>....now when your at that point, it becomes hard to accept that no book or film matched that kind of dramatic fiction..... now it seems like your stuck and good times are but memories...... it seems like I'm craving for those moments in the past that doesn't make me afraid or tired....... when it didn't matter if I couldn't figure something out..... it was ok..... I was just a child...<div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2_bixxcTNTL4lTDNHNY9mgsryID8cFwd6lqdlHf4pkL2SiljH2wtqfnfrjnmTBFGamPk04KlhJTorB12_yzmQ38wMDvPDIcAUurxapOAvfTjqiusV9_SVVLCWctWgvaLfWmUzC28yFfP/s320/confused-blackfive.net_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675218366493137282" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px; " /></div></div></div>Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212322308677921834.post-90486173949478806682011-11-01T04:18:00.000-07:002011-11-01T04:56:58.031-07:00Just another Tuesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZadd0CYRVQPS4-QznPeZyEt5fSezY8e8PtJJet5p-57JewPZKA15OJwhdK8EeLG0CRczF_tiKLJPvsiRudrlpfElwRPaiqgAd-Ohyphenhyphen5YEdoi-Md0pc15ojBhUu6lCII-xth_LaEjUogwf/s1600/Picture+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWZadd0CYRVQPS4-QznPeZyEt5fSezY8e8PtJJet5p-57JewPZKA15OJwhdK8EeLG0CRczF_tiKLJPvsiRudrlpfElwRPaiqgAd-Ohyphenhyphen5YEdoi-Md0pc15ojBhUu6lCII-xth_LaEjUogwf/s320/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669991683129319378" /></a><br />it probably doesn't come as a great surprise for someone who's read the previous posts, when I say that I'm still clueless...... but i just can't seem to help it.... its almost..... '<i>Devilish in its innocence</i>' - i don't know how many of you realise who this was originally directed to..... but that's not even half as important as the depth these words carry...... of late..... or rather for the past 2 decades..... i have great joy in reminiscing the pictures and sounds from films.... books..... songs and the biggest spectacle - routine life..... and you come across these very striking phrases or images or feelings that somehow unconsciously register deep in your memory bank......... i particularly remember this scene from a TV show I used to watch as a kid and when i had the chance to see it again a few days ago (that's a good decade later)...... i remembered that time when i was a kid - i remember my house.... the chair i was sitting in..... even that it was dimly lit and sometime in the late afternoon.... and all of these details rush to the surface making it something like my very own <i>Episode of the Madeleine</i> or more suitably - <i>Episode of the Television</i>...... but you must come across such things more often than we think.... like a TV episode..... this wonderful phrase i started off with....... an odd childhood memory...... or even the title of a song..... this one took my fancy the moment i heard it...... called..... <i>Send Me The Pillow That You Dream On</i>...... quite a lovely thing to say...... almost engineered to melt the symbolic human heart to butter...... needless to say, the singer was more than successful..... Now in the presence of such an infinite sphere of such delicate and profound elements.... many that i'm not even close to comprehending..... can you blame me entirely for not wanting to look for something as fearfully restrictive as employment?Quizzical and Dramatic...http://www.blogger.com/profile/04889962904747514875noreply@blogger.com0