tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141123862024-03-07T19:48:50.692-08:00In Love with Life!!!What a wonderful world!!!!Yayayayyyyyy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-70642209559405212102011-05-03T03:14:00.000-07:002011-05-03T03:38:01.402-07:00In the memory of Coffee and Crisp newspaperSoon, even the memory would seem ancient...<div>in this era of new media...<br /><div><br /></div><div>I miss holding the crisp morning newspaper with a mug of coffee my mom makes...</div><div>and reading every nook and corner</div><div>cartoon, small poems, birthday message from x to y,</div><div>love notes from b to c...</div><div><br /></div><div>'trying' to understand all words in the editorial, </div><div>science section was my favourite...</div><div>politics- good to see who those old ppl are and what they were called...</div><div>looking at the jobs section and wondering if i would be a doctor or an engineer or a pilot,</div><div>forgetting that i was blocking everybody else from using the bathroom,</div><div>lost in the world of crisp morning newspaper...</div><div><br /></div><div>and how i miss you now!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-50050327846934184872011-04-09T07:32:00.000-07:002011-04-09T07:37:01.573-07:00Feels like doing itShe feels like doing it!<div><br /></div><div>Derobe him</div><div>Render him bare</div><div>Defenseless</div><div>Ready to be violated</div><div><br /></div><div>He doesn't give up</div><div>In a silent rebellion</div><div>He brings tears to her eyes</div><div>even while breathing </div><div>his last breath</div><div><br /></div><div>She wiped her tears</div><div>As she picked up pieces of him</div><div><br /></div><div>He tastes good in her biryani.</div><div>-Red Onion from India</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-8227149734092212592010-11-27T15:07:00.001-08:002010-11-27T15:11:22.650-08:00WordsThere used to be days when words fell to paper<div>like raindrops on earth</div><div><br /></div><div>And there are days like these</div><div>when words elude</div><div><br /></div><div>Complex mesh of thoughts</div><div>so entwined </div><div>like the head of medusa</div><div><br /></div><div>And your heart seeks order...</div><div>still trying to put words to paper</div><div>albeit incoherently </div><div><br /></div><div>trying to run a comb thru medusa's hair!</div><div><br /></div><div>beserk!</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-66637492952280738012010-08-18T05:57:00.000-07:002010-08-18T05:58:50.799-07:00Email featureI wonder if there is an email feature whereby you can draft a message and schedule it to be sent on a particular date in the future!!!<br /><br />Hmmm....!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-68703502798901654682010-08-16T04:37:00.001-07:002010-08-16T05:02:16.654-07:00Mah WeekendMy weekend was magnifique.... :) [franglais to be forgiven! ]<br /><br />Simple pleasures of life...<br /><br />Time bedazzles me...<br /><br />Try this: for a minute forget who and what u are and where u come from.<br />just turn off ur brain and look at things around you.<br />Its incredible what you can see... I see the curves of leaves...the veins the intricateness of it all...<br />when i am on the metro...i see faces and see how the nose of one is different from the other...the hair...the skin etc...<br /><br />its an incredibly overwhelming feeling and i want to melt into it, into being nothing and everything at the same time...<br /><br />its the same feeling i get, when at the end of a busy day, i look at the vastness of the sky...<br />[[[[ lol...funny it makes me remember...<br />when i was little ( about 1/4 a metre tall ),<br />in summer there used to be power cuts and we used to go to the terrace to sleep...<br />and i wudnt sleep ...and i would ask a lot of questions...<br />dad would ask me to count stars (LOL !) to put me to sleep...]]]]]<br /><br />Long time since i saw the stars...<br />Coming back to my weekend...<br /><br />Saturday was lovely with Jacinthe, Mickaele and Liz coming home for dinner.<br />Made mango sambar, chicken curry , aloo tikki and banane flambee with glace de vanille...<br />and talked until midnight...<br /><br />sunday was lovely too...met sum/sahan's mom and dad and listened to sahan and her friends play music and sing...what a lovely musical evening it was....<br /><br />we made the most of the gloomy evening by going to Dishny and having chicken , mutton biryani and chicken curry and mutton vindaloo... it was yummmmm......<br /><br />so throughout this weekend... time was mostly a standstill...and things were enlarged in magnitude of impact...while i listened to sahan and sum, how can i explain that the music took me to the past and the future.... sahan sang somebody to love, good for nothing, a couple of french songs, a spanish song ... her energy was ammmaazing!<br /><br />la joie de vie....<br />les ptits simple joies de vie... ^-^<br /><br />Thank god i am alive! :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-38258504774924730892010-08-12T07:28:00.000-07:002010-08-16T04:15:21.201-07:00Still Single - PabloStill Single -<br /><br />A play , one of my first plays in NCPA in Mumbai, when there still used to be Cafe Sidewalk behind ... and from where one could see the sun set on skies of mumbai... at the end of Marine drive... the waves lashing up against the artificial tripod wave breakers (or whatever they are called) with crabs creeping in its recesses ...funkily in bring orange colors sometime...i degress...<br />getting back to the point...<br />This poem of Pablo featured in the play ... live theatre left a deep impression... and i fell for pablo that evening...<br /><br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br /><br />Write, for example, 'The night is starry<br />and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'<br /><br />The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.<br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.<br /><br />Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.<br />I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.<br /><br />She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.<br />How could one not have loved her great still eyes.<br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.<br /><br />To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.<br />And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.<br /><br />What does it matter that my love could not keep her.<br />The night is starry and she is not with me.<br /><br />This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.<br />My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br /><br />My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.<br />My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.<br /><br />The same night whitening the same trees.<br />We, of that time, are no longer the same.<br /><br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.<br />My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.<br /><br />Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.<br />Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.<br /><br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.<br />Love is so short, forgetting is so long.<br /><br />Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms<br />my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br /><br />Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer<br />and these the last verses that I write for her.<br /><br />-- Pablo NerudaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-83101577737988244982010-08-12T07:27:00.000-07:002010-08-12T07:28:32.904-07:00Shakespeare and CoCome, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,<br />Give me my romeo; and, when he shall die,<br />Take him and cut him out in little stars,<br />And he will make the face of heaven so fine<br />That all the world will be in love with night<br />And pay no worship to the garish sun.<br />O, I have bought the mansion of a love,<br />But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,<br />Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day<br />As is the night before some festival<br />To an impatient child that hath new robes<br />And may not wear them.<br /><br />-- Romeo and JulietUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-71636528057706088792010-08-12T07:25:00.000-07:002010-08-12T07:27:25.144-07:00Life locked in words!Shakespeare<br /><br />Parting is such sweet sorrow<br />That I shall say good night till it be morrow.<br /><br />-- Romeo and JulietUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-71969295568090837792010-08-12T05:43:00.000-07:002010-08-12T05:50:48.351-07:00Hodge-podgeMelting pot mind<br />ideas brewing<br />a corner snoring<br />did i smell coffee?<br />or am i dreaming?<br />layered dreams?<br />the pain in my neck is sharp<br />reality beckons<br />memories surface<br />then fade away<br />in the milling crowd<br />of thoughts<br />trying to gain my attention<br />attention is life<br />is it not?<br />of the myriad parallel lives<br />the one is see<br />is the one i pay attention to<br />are u there?<br />reader dear<br />wid me in this plane<br />intercepting time, space and thought<br />in an intimate rendez-vous<br />in the tiny recess of my brain<br />lol, or did i lose you at the coffee?<br />quick lets peck good bye<br />before another thought<br />takes u away or me away<br />so long my friend<br />until we meet again<br />in another time,space, thought!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-39151727302082182772009-09-25T03:10:00.000-07:002009-09-25T03:18:25.789-07:00Back To School!I have been meaning to do this post for a long time now.<br /><br />I guess i just realized that when in a B-school, there isnt all the time in the world to do all the you want to do and to do it "Perfectly".<br /><br />So, here i am ...typing this in my lunch break...<br /><br />Its a fantastic experience back in a campus but at the same time, school this time is so different, so demanding in terms of personal commitment to improving oneself and wid people from the length and breadth of the planet only makes it more interesting.<br /><br />Initial few days were spent in frantic efforts of getting to know eachother ... I confess i still have difficulty recollecting names of many of my classmates.<br /><br />Since i opted to do 2 courses in french, i find it even more interesting! challenging!<br /><br />I am so looking forward to this weekend. We are all going to the Loire Valley. Should be fun!<br /><br />Sitting in a class which allows ur brain to expand its consciousness and where ur job is to just "THINK" is such a luxury and its then i tell myself, I did the right thing getting back to school!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-19001103465417502242009-08-17T22:50:00.000-07:002009-08-17T23:00:52.937-07:00Lazy Sunday Morning...<br />Mom has been telling, cajoling, shouting for the past .....was it half an hour? to get up...<br />Steaming coffee waiting...<br />brushing my teeth and waking up the rest of my senses...<br />squinting at the 8 am sun<br /><br />not so much has changed...<br /><br />but mama... i see your hair greying...<br />dad, you seem to be popping pills...<br />And my heart sinks!<br />When did all this happen?!?!<br /><br />I look at myself in the mirror...<br />do i see the 13 yr old... ?<br />but ...where are the stars in the eyes...?<br />her head which was in the clouds<br />has moved back to her shoulders...<br /><br />yeah...things have changed...<br />Time doesnt leave anything untouched does it?<br />is there a slower poison?!<br /><br />I love you mom, dad...although time is tearing us apart...<br />little by little...<br />I love you, here...now...forever...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-26675030494825217072009-08-14T05:17:00.001-07:002009-08-14T05:17:27.877-07:00Learn languages with POLYGLOT.<a href="http://www.polyglot-learn-language.com/index.php?ref=pappu">Learn languages with POLYGLOT.</a><br /><br />Shared via <a href="http://addthis.com">AddThis</a><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-58518322656147769522009-07-22T00:33:00.000-07:002009-07-31T23:54:49.746-07:00Sway!!!Oflate, Dis track has got me addicted to it!<br />Who needs pot when music can give you such a high!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzaLEC7kDdE&feature=related">Sway wid me!<br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-89110445564530039712009-07-08T23:32:00.000-07:002009-07-08T23:52:06.998-07:00Dilli Vs. Mumbai1. Dilli has BIG roads....and the traffic flows..although the distances are long!<br />In Mumbai, you find yourself stuck in a traffic that is like constipation...<br />2. Public transport is next to non existent...(the metro is there... but still hasnt covered all parts of the city...)...I had to take those things called radio taxis, which are expensive and arent immediate...you need to wait for abt 30 mins before u get one...<br />In mum, Get out of the home, and u see loads of BEST buses, tonnes of rickshaws that are cheap, and taxis ...getting about is not a problem.<br />3. Walk down the road in Delhi, and people LOOK at you if you are a girl....and in MUM, people dont give a shit even if u are a pretty girl!<br />4. Parathas taste better than in mumbai...<br />5. You cant live without an Airconditioner in Delhi in summer....In mumbai, you can get by....although its bloody humid and you sweat a lot!<br />6. Lotsa historical structures in Delhi...ofcourse its got a richer history to boast about...and not so many skyscrapers in there...where as Mum is dotted with Tall buildings, one taller than the other...and slums interspersed between them...<br />7. Delhi as such seems much more 'organised' where as when u think mum, the first word that comes to my mind is 'Chaos'<br /><br />Cheers & signin off!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-22969270300644974872009-06-17T02:24:00.000-07:002009-07-08T23:57:52.503-07:00A Manisfesto for EduChange by Jon BischkeVery Veryyy interesting indeed...<br /><br /><a href="http://blog.edufire.com/2009/03/05/a-manifesto-for-educhange-on-the-eve-of-hacking-education/">http://blog.edufire.com/2009/03/05/a-manifesto-for-educhange-on-the-eve-of-hacking-education/</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-11141894221547506082009-06-17T00:48:00.001-07:002009-06-17T00:50:16.491-07:00He heee!! but nice thought...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ITZBBV8Syg">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ITZBBV8Syg</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-26419471536323437492009-06-13T01:21:00.000-07:002009-07-08T23:58:51.383-07:00You are Disconnected!That was a strange feeling!<br /><br />I was speakin to an ole friend... per say...same name...same appeareance...same voice...same number...<br />but somehow it was different this time.<br /><br />Until we said bye and hung up, there loomed a heavy silence in our conversation.<br />Ofcourse, we moved thru the motions of it... How are you?! How have you been ? and the likes of it... But in the end.... I was only too glad we hung up...<br /><br />Not that i dont appreciate my friend...but there was the squeamish feeling in my stomach...that somehow....this person i was talking to...had metamorphed into something that i no longer recognized...<br /><br />Or was it me? Or was it the both of us?<br /><br />May be thats life!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-3147120933456559232009-06-03T10:51:00.001-07:002009-07-09T00:04:50.074-07:00Stealthy LoverSurreptitiously ,<br />she visited us in the wee hours of the night<br /><br />she leaves her footprints for us to see in the mornin<br />she happens to be<br />the first showers in mumbai<br />who visited us last night<br />and the night before<br />and left her wet kisses on the earth...<br /><br />when will thee proclaim thy love for the earth in broad daylight!?<br />When will thee claim the city, thou pouring rains of mumbai monsoon?!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-15401886925428658002009-06-01T11:24:00.000-07:002009-07-09T00:05:15.147-07:00Sty in the eye!i got a sty<br />in the eye<br />makes me shy<br />when they stare- the passers-by<br /><br />i met a doc<br />and you know what?<br />she took a shiny scalpel<br />seeing which, my heart fell<br /><br />i got a sty<br />in the eyeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-74828709869274708382009-05-31T09:22:00.000-07:002009-07-09T00:06:23.009-07:00I hate HimThere is me....and then,<br />there is Him.<br />All powerful 'Him' pervading my space<br />My tiny being<br />Banishing my days into beady sweats<br />Driving me mad,<br />irritable to the core<br />He is one who<br />could bring my blood to boil...<br /><br />I rarely go out these days<br />for I fear him<br />fear him to rob me of my youth<br /><br />I hate Him!<br /><br />for He is the 'Sun in Indian Summers'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-87523769719616279282009-05-29T03:29:00.001-07:002009-07-09T00:14:01.611-07:00Useful links to HEC<a href="http://www.bea.hi-ho.ne.jp/naoaki/link.htm">http://www.bea.hi-ho.ne.jp/naoaki/link.htm</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-78086522451152720582009-05-20T11:44:00.000-07:002009-05-20T12:06:58.032-07:00Salsa!!!<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azy3Y1c3xQo">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azy3Y1c3xQo</a><br /><br />I love this one!<br />Thanks shru for the link...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-64138773998643301542009-05-08T10:54:00.000-07:002009-07-09T00:05:59.898-07:00The first day of the rest of my life!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78VIyAOw_Zm4DrgpFvL_Z4ss83Ey8kngE5zuVB_ubUqXndzCL9KT-7YXLsMfCil2L6JrbAHGYjoyH6zm9j0Nd21elLhPrCiatz7YPYfCm84BNnHDFU9atM820jRRyOrrYkmtU/s1600-h/WebCam_20090507_1909(2).bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78VIyAOw_Zm4DrgpFvL_Z4ss83Ey8kngE5zuVB_ubUqXndzCL9KT-7YXLsMfCil2L6JrbAHGYjoyH6zm9j0Nd21elLhPrCiatz7YPYfCm84BNnHDFU9atM820jRRyOrrYkmtU/s320/WebCam_20090507_1909(2).bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333515115218123154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On this wonderful day...for days to come...<br />Happiness presented me with a memorable memento!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-79847763426931217632009-02-14T02:39:00.000-08:002009-02-22T05:11:31.199-08:00Heaven and Back!spore, syro, doritos, cloud reading, lapin in the balcony of neighbour, shower gel with crystals, warm shower, cold winter nights, sunday bastille market, your gf in the vitrine in the shop on the rue downstairs, how we used to gawk at her metallic body and talk about her horsepower, belle epine, star wars, scary movie @ Bercy, screaming in the theatre, junk food from KFC and Mc Donald's, driving at 100 kms, lunch at ur home on a cold parisienne summer, dinner at chinese resto in your quartier, looking out the window of your kitchen into your garden, the taste of grapes from ur grape wine, the smell of fresh garden mint, walk by the seine, arguing over the location of parc zoologique, checking it over the internet, tears forced out of your eyes by my biryani, sims, roasted chicken from bastille market with cream and peas...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14112386.post-52641115757080769532008-07-11T15:59:00.000-07:002009-07-08T23:59:32.588-07:00Bateaubus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwXmT68NnV2-M4_xSCUYXwZbkvjt_u854hTbuFVyVNKs8KrF0sKYMH-shfjcwTL8dNWojHLW_OAeDcjkIiBwCMcTUdGfCNIBiEI06natMF5j4C_of2MYdiqE-Mzvb-hLsFAj9/s1600-h/moto_0582.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwXmT68NnV2-M4_xSCUYXwZbkvjt_u854hTbuFVyVNKs8KrF0sKYMH-shfjcwTL8dNWojHLW_OAeDcjkIiBwCMcTUdGfCNIBiEI06natMF5j4C_of2MYdiqE-Mzvb-hLsFAj9/s320/moto_0582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221899011237553106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5S7HMLetRwWp9bh_sdYOR2_QB8f5aiJZBIYltRN2sQGDU8IxGvPL_tKiwlQMtuwWBIDuJ_SeZiMLfqyeD-b57FtVJK8WHB3pY9R8QWvF8b7I2dx_gmXtGLZVPezUrQEcPfax/s1600-h/moto_0581.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5S7HMLetRwWp9bh_sdYOR2_QB8f5aiJZBIYltRN2sQGDU8IxGvPL_tKiwlQMtuwWBIDuJ_SeZiMLfqyeD-b57FtVJK8WHB3pY9R8QWvF8b7I2dx_gmXtGLZVPezUrQEcPfax/s320/moto_0581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221899014528412098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today, I took the bateaubus on my way back from office.<br /><br />Fortunately the weather was fine and sunny!<br /><br />Since I had only a zone 1/2 pass and our stop fell in zone 3, I ended up taking a ticket for 3 euros, but it felt nice taking the boat!<br /><br />It is Bastille day on Monday. There will be celebrations on sunday and monday...am looking forward to it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1