tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90483091050571335722012-02-10T23:20:06.198+05:30Looking back at the cobbled streets where memories treasured, thoughts came alive in spur of a moment, refused to fade. Sometimes spontaneously, sometimes thoughtfully measured; Carving a place for slices of my life and voices inside my head. When I am a different 'Me', I say all that better left unsaid.mêléehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694291027009356661noreply@blogger.comBlogger4161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048309105057133572.post-51747425426300549072012-02-07T21:22:00.000+05:302012-02-07T21:22:20.192+05:30

That nameless water stream and the light patch of green growing by its side are changing direction. To someplace else on a new journey but what will really change? The sun will shine the same same drops of rain, and the lost traveler throwing pebbles one by one. After years and years when you bring your kids to the very spot, and tell the story of a nameless stream and of the patch of green

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Kids clothes are so adorable!!! tiny, cute, soft. And there is some innocence about those clothes......today when I was picking up a few, I had a tough time selecting. A few things more than choosing the outfits surfaced in my mind. Not all kids clothes are cute, or innocent. There are outfits made for a 'sexy' look, I find it very sad. Why cant kids take their time to grow up? why there has to

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"And yes, the chapters we write are true, sometimes. We find friends, love, family, the warmth of a tiny cold nose, the happiness of sunshine, an old mango tree with its population of upside down squirrels, wandering eyes, a hand, a single glass of tea. The hellos and goodbyes, a first blossom, winter dew under warm bed feet, the comfort of familiar snores, the joy of being told off and the

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If I were actually traveling as per my plans, I would have covered one-third of Earth by now. Okay, I am a student, with limited means and limited time. So all I can do is plan, plan. But gradually I have learned to make plans that are easier to turn into reality. So this year I thought I will start with modest plans like the Bull Temple, Cubbons park....no no I was joking. I have made the

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Lately I feel like I have been a time thief. It seems like I never have the time I wish I had, I am sure I am not the only one feeling so. I eat and watch TV for ten minutes and start feeling guilty as if I have wasted a lot of time there. I see outside sky changing colors, I so want to go for a walk, but I deny myself even that. Today I was even thinking if I should save some time from shower!

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How the meaning of acceptable and unforgivable changed. How the lines of limit were redrawn. How what was desirable, what was successful, what was satisfying - all changed. It all changed very slowly. But looking back it seems like a flash of reel and its all done and gone! Last three days IIMB was celebrating its annual cultural fest. So many new faces, so many things going on. I saw all these

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Shopping has not killed any woman I know, cant say the same for the guy whose card gets swiped though. Anyways now I am all set to revise my opinion. Shopping is almost killing me. Unimaginable and unconvincing as it may sound, I am having killer shopping expeditions! All this is just for the trousseau, rest of the wedding preparation is yet to start. I think by the time Gem and I go through all

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Everyone is saying all good things about Agneepath - I think I have to go watch it to verify :D I had planned on skipping this one for three reasons. One, these days my plans of going and watching amovie is becoming highly elusive unreal unachievable - so plan to skip is a real and sensible thing to do. Second, remakes are tricky and I have been a huge AB fan - so risking to go watch Hritik is a

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There I do it again! Food photos. What is your opinion on food photography? If I ever want to learn photography and go the professional way, I will be a food photographer. The look, feel, aroma of a dish make a great part of the taste itself. Through photography I can capture only the look, but what the heck, look does matter a great deal. Today I made this tricolor salad to celebrate the

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If you are given a chance to eat anything, ANYTHING for a lunch, what would you choose? Mine is always fixed. Given a choice or chance I will eat this. That is rice, fish in mustard gravy, coconut raita, and tomato-dates chutney which is missing from the plate. I like my fish with lots of tomatoes - like everything else I eat with lots of tomatoes. And I love the feel of coconut mixed with curd

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In one of the episodes in the Lizzy McGuire show, Gordo says: Why do we have to give in to all these peer pressure?. Lizzy's reply: Because they are our peer, and they put pressure on us! How apt. I have always tried to fight this peer pressure and to live my life more in the 'sadda haq' style. I know how I have failed more than I have succeeded. After I did this massive wedding shopping for last

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“Oh, I see," said the Tin Woodman. "But, after all, brains are not the best things in the world.""Have you any?" inquired the Scarecrow.No, my head is quite empty," answered the Woodman. "But once I had brains, and a heart also; so, having tried them both, I should much rather have a heart.”

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How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? A question I have asked myself many times, Richard Branson asks on twitter. I would not score very well. With five elder siblings at home, I never really got much chance to shug off the 'kid' tag and grow up! I am emotionally unstable like kids. I cannot get the idea of then and there, for me everything has to be now and here. My

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Today was a day stolen out of the daily grind. Yesterday night when I went to bed utterly exhausted after working for 48 hrs, I had decided tomorrow will be my 'break' day! I will do nothing useful, and will indulge in randomness. So I did :) The first thing I did was to take random roads and went on riding the scooter zip zap zoom trying to race with cars and other rider for no reason. I felt so

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My hair! Good hair days are back :) I like my hair (this must sound familiar, I like most things about myself!). I really really like my hair. My hair has been always straight, silky, and shiny. I absolutely love straight, silky and shiny hair. Hence proved, I am entitled to love my hair. For past couple of years, my hair was getting rough, shine gone, and lots of grey hair. I braced myself to

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I made five resolutions for myself this new year. I am not doing well so far. Eating sweets continue. Internet habits are changing slowly. There was absolutely no work out for past 4 days as I was lying sick on my bed. Studies - I had a excuse of sickness, but its been better. I completed all due submissions with 2-3 days delay, and most of all I made my first submission as a strategy researcher 

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On most days my time is spent running late for submissions, booking and cancelling random tickets, dreaming about wonderful dishes, and sleeping. That is average life I assume. On days that do not meet the average, I become strange. I think of the dear relations that grew distant. I think of the growing coldness between me and those who once were big part of life. I start to re-examine if I

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A colleague of mine, my age, is just back from a trip to Antarctica! For once I wish I had a rich aunt. She has been planning this for almost 4 years and she was saying the waiting list is just crazy and you need even crazier amount of money. If a simple meal of rice & seafood is $9800 then yes crazily expensive it is!! It reminds me of the stories of gold diggers in Alaska where taking a bath

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4 days since the new year's day came and went; I barely got any time to open the blog. I dont have anything specific to write, but I feel bad that I have not visited this space. This is addiction I guess :D On second thoughts, I have a lot to write about, but no submissions take the priority here. I shall be back soon :)

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I am sitting on my desk. In front of me there is the unorganized collection of a year planner, few photographs, birthday cards, list of to-dos, a few notes to my self. It is those notes to my self reminds me of the fact that my new year resolutions began few months back. All I need to do is make them more concrete, more doable and stick to them. The time has changed, the circle has shrunk, many

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One day to a new year, its time to reflect and plan. But then I think, this year too was full of the cliches that have been part of my life - like I am wiser, I am not thinner, I am not richer, I am happier yada yada. Amidst these, there were a few high and low points that dont mix with the blur of everyday life gone by.  I will start with the most significant one. If you read 'Two States', you

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I an a fan of 'New Year.' For me it truly is beginning of a new time, new promises, new chances. I do not party on 31st night. I celebrate the past 365 days, but quietly....and wait for the morning of another year to greet me. My idea of day is when the sun rises. So its the next day and not the 12 am that I count. And for every year, on new year morning I plan something. Something that makes

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Economists swear by price theory. Psychologists talk about escalation of commitment. Sociologists talk about relational exchange. Mathematicians say both sides of equation must match. I say we lived through a bit of all of this. It took us a little over eight years, three grand proposals from him, two from me, a lot of forced faith, a lot of cultured faith, and even more of inherent faith in this

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If you liked Sherlock Holmes, you would swear by the power of 'observation', no? Well I do. And I have observed something. No no not related to strategy and firm competitiveness. Its about the dogs. Not even the dog in dog-cashcow-star-questionmark. Its our regular dogs,Whitey and Ramlal.    Ramlal is actually a female one, why such name then? We thought if punjabis can name their daughter

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I am a horrible singer. You may think I am being humble (which I am never) you would revise your opinion when you hear me sing. The only person I know who sings as bad as me is my friend, Shilpi. Fully knowing my singing abilities, I am never reluctant to sing, either in private, or in front of Shilpi. I control my urge to sing in other's presence. This urge to sing, I feel very often....more so

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caught on fb, had to be saved for eternity in this blog. 

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I have bought cheap little trinkets that does look a bit like elegant little pieces of silver jewellery. Do they face an identity problem like I do? I aim for the sky, my vision reaches only till the tree top that hides the moon and has many birds on it. I get busy with the birds, the tree, the moon......and forget the sky. I face identity problems. I know my life will be wasted like this. You,

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Rarely I like songs just for the music or melody in it. More often than not it is the lyrics that I judge by. I am musically challenged, but I can appreciate poetry. Anyway this build up was to say that I am absolutely in love with 'Sadda Haq'. It is the song of the century. Here I go beyond lyrics. The slow deliberation, the pain, the angst, the frustration, and the damn-it attitude - it has got

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Being over-weight is a sad business.  A friend says she doesnt know what it is like to be thin, she has always been the chubby kid, the plump teenager,and now this obese woman. Does that make things easier? I am not sure. But one thing I am sure is if plumpness was not so much a part of identity all the time, its not easy to deal with when it happens.  It does affect your work, life, the way you

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since to look at things in bloom fifty springs are little room, about the woodlands I will goto see the cherry hung with snow. Lines from Housman's poem, on not missing the 'present' and all that life is offering right now!

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In the very first audio track of Don2, Shahrukh says:"Mere dushman samajh rahe the mein ab kabhi laut ke na aaonga. Ek gumnami ka samundar hai, usmein hi jaake doob jaaonga. Abhi baaki meri kahani hai, Sari duniya ko jo sunani hai...." Does that sound more like the actor's come back and not just Don's? Oh yes, to me it does :)  Okay, I admit that I have lost all excitement and stopped watching

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The breezy conversation progressed to an involved discussion of wishlists. I was my usual excited self, listing out the many 'to-do's of my life. How I wanted to do 'around the world' in anticlockwise, starting with Nepal and ending with Pakistan. Being shamelessly ambitious the plan includes Australia and Antarctica as well. To this Gem says, "difficult, very difficult, but doable."  With the

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How would you feel if you keep getting mails intended for someone with similar mail id, as frequently as twice a week? I feel I can now show in her office as her and manage at least 50% of work she does. Each time I act polite and point out the mistake, though each time I want to scream at them. How would you feel if you keep getting messages and calls meant for someone who used to own the phone

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Now that I have finished the 30 day photo challenge, I can give the camera some rest. I can give myself some rest. But I want to write about my experience of this 30 day thing. So I will give the camera break, but not to the blog :D Here is the recap! The list is prepared by some self-obsessed narcissist person with a lot of my, my, and my. But there are nice topics as well! For me easiest to

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Day 30: In Motion My plan was to ask Gem and Shailen to play a tennis match, or football, or throw-ball, or anything at all, or simply run...so that I can click in motion. This is not easy plan, let me tell you...if you knew them both, you would know what I mean. Only I like the camera, no one else does. No one will let me click anything good :| Then I saw this kid. He and his ball were very

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Day 29: Purchased Espresso topped with whipped cream. The exact amount of bitterness, sweetness, softness, and bliss! Taking pictures of food requires nerves of steel. But they always always come out pretty nice :)

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Day 28: Daily Routine Morning tea. Grocery shopping. Evening walk. Forgetting what the reminder was supposed to remind. Asking for extensions on deadlines. Extensive trips planned on internet which never happens. Cribbing. Smiling. Yapping. These are my actual daily routines. How about walking the dog, a pet stray dog. Ladies & Gentlemen, introducing you to Whitey. (He is Whitey, not Ramaswamy,

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Day 27: After Dark After dark, there is still light. All those who wander are not lost. All those who embrace night, do not sleep. This is one look of the campus at night I like. It looks almost magical, the faint lights, the unknown struggles that goes behind these curtains, and the the way these lights glow until sun fades them out.  Like the city, a part of this campus, never sleeps.

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Day 26: Something old Now this one is a nice topic! Because I actually HAVE something old, and I can click without wasting a whole morning thinking about what to click. I have this really old book with me for many years now. I was introduced to this book when I was six, since then it has remained close to my heart. The Adventures of Dennis is about the life and times of a six years old kid,

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Day 25: Sunflare Did you really think I shall be quiet with posting the photo only? What about my share of blabbering on each click? For this photo what I really have to say is I LOVE THE SHADOWS AND LIGHT AND SHADES. I love love the way sunlight can create magic on leaves, that is the reason I love to get up early in the morning and take a walk (once in a year, or may be twice!). 

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I left my 30 day photo challenge after day23. WHY? Day 24 subject was "a Smile", I have been convincing people to smile for my camera. It seems 'smiles cost nothing' is not really true. Oh, frustration!Then the day 25 topic was "sunflare" and since that morning till today morning sun was not to be seen anywhere in iimb. So what do I do? I delay my clicks. I be lazy. I spend time doing this and

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We have been told that anything in excess is not good, hence must be avoided. In a way this avoiding extremes is like redressing mediocrity. I am very happy to live a mediocre life, but with the extremes of everyday living. This is a Gemini speaking.  Imagine now if I die of excessive indulgence in travel, food, books, emotions, dreams, plans, and anything that get me out of boredom and activates

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This moment this very mood may never come for all I know. This is my reason for living my life in this moment with the clock that ticks away. 

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My friends are to be credited (and blamed) for a large part of my happiness, survival, and even personality. I give this due recognition. Hence I had decided that I will attend ALL my friends' weddings. Why weddings? People say its the big day in life. I wont know, I havent had the 'experience' yet. Friend got married in all corners of India, I went. I fought with bosses, bought sarees and

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Day 23: Sunset This is today's sunset as seen from the amphitheater near the Library.   I dont like this picture too much,but wanted to finish my challenge in honest way.   The picture below is one I took last year in Goa. I didnt have SLR then, but the beach, the sun, and the man - it all made a good composition.  Talking of sunset, I have three stories to share.  Story # 1As a kid I grew up in

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I do not receive as many gifts as I would like to. There, I have said it! And I wonder why? I am not giftable. People never know what to gift me! at least that what they have made me believe in. Surprising I say. I am so so so materialistic, like and love so many little things, it should be easy to buy gifts for me, no? I find it very easy to buy gifts for others. When I see something, a face

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Day 22: Trees This time I am ahead of time. yay!!! I had clicked this picture a day before :o) When the sun was about to set and I was roaming around in search of 'pretty pattern' these bare trees and skyholes through them I could not resist taking picture. Dont they look like they have gathered for a meeting? In India, we do not get a colorful autumn. So bare tree it is! Until today, I did

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Day 21: Pretty Pattern All patterns are pretty, thats my feeling. The rock walls of IIMB and the green creepers on it form a very pretty pattern. At night,the faint glow from windows through colorful screens is kind of magical. Patterns that clouds form on sky, the weaves rhyme at the beach - all very pretty. I am fan of patterns on bedspreads,  patchwork quilts, clothes, blog templates,

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Day 20: What you read My heart skipped a beat when I saw the theme. The word 'Read' is both religion and profanity here. There is not a single day that one can spend without hearing/mentioning this word. Here you are sized up by what you read, how you read, how much you read and what you have not read and did not/do not/will not read.   I am having an identity crisis as a student. I am not

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Winter is not yet here, but has already knocked the door, even pushed the knob a bit. The mornings are now foggy, dew drop shine on grass. I shiver in the cold breeze and rub my nose, run for cover while brushing my teeth. Blanket is mighty, warm bed is mightier. Alarm clock, a hated object, is now dreaded and close to being disowned. Sun shines like molten gold, where does this chill come from

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Day 19: Where I slept Right answer is classroom, library, my chair, bed, everywhere...only when I am sleepy. But I like to sleep on the bed. It gives me a a sense of living a good life. So here is the picture of the bed I love so much :) Besides I want all pretty pictures on my blog. Yay. I am catching up. Today is 19th and I posted my 19th photo :)

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Day 18: In my bag What a cluttered topic! Every woman's bag will be a clutter I am sure. Women students bags will be worse. How does one take a neat and visually appealing photograph of a collection of widely mismatched stuff in categories such as reading, technology, daily stuff, idiosyncratic personal things etc etc. Well that is the challenge, isnt it?  Here is what came out of my bag (after

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Day 16 = On the shelf I have three shelves: book shelf, etcetra shelf, another etcetra shelf. Of these, only the books shelf is in a respectable condition to be photographed. One part of bookshelf is neat and arranged. This is the part where I keep my idle reads, nick-nacks, and books that I dont use frequently. That is why it stays arranged. The other part is the one I use, which has mainly

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"What I ate" - This was my photo topic for day 16, which was 4 days back. But I ate such good stuff today, I have to have share those pics. You see, I never let go of any chance of self-exhibition ;) I made pomfret fry today. This was a 'first-time in life', and it turned out very well. The sunlight was good today and photos came out very well. All the time I was cooking it I kept complaining

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Day 16: What you ate The way I understood it, I have to click a picture of the food item, not the empty plate that held the item before it vanished into the deep of my stomach. Can people really be that patient to first click photos and then dig into their plates. At least the one who created the challenge assumed so.  I eat a lot. (this is not a joke). So technically I had lots of chances to

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Day 15: My shoes Disclaimer: Don't judge me by my shoes, even if I have been there, done that. I have been seen taking pictures of my own shoes on a fine sunny afternoon such as today's and I am sure I have been judged as a self-obsessed crazy girl. I dont mind it much anyways as all the three adjective kind of fit well to the person I am. Unlike these pretty pink shoes, which kind of look

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Day 14: Flowers Bless the person who made this day's topic. Flowers are so beautiful and genuine that anyone not doing a 30 day challenge would also take pictures of flowers. But, I had a problem. There is such abundance of flowers here on campus, I could not decide which ones to click for today's topic. Some of my fav flowers are just gone past their peak season, some are yet to come. So I took

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Day 13: From a distance Opposite of day 12: close-up. 'From a distance' was the easiest thing to click. Ask me why? I just click anything from a distance, if you cant see anything specific photo-worthy I can always tell you that you need a better pair of glasses :P Here is my pic. This is IIMB students hostel blocks (K,L,M blocks) from the ground. Let me know if you had to use glasses after all

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Day 12 : Close-up Taking close-up shots are like deceiving others, not showing them the full picture, stealing the context from the subject. In principle, I should not like close-ups. But at times I like, it reduces the 'noise', it asks me to appreciate a tiny little bit which has stood out from the rest.  here is my close-up shot - sunny sunny flowers! They were so tiny, I had tough time

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I may be late, I am usually almost always late, but I come, eventually. So I am back with my photo challenge. :) Day 11: Something Fun Fun is my religion. Well no, its more like my aspiration. I find fun in numerous stuff. In people, in objects, in nature, in spider solitaire, in crossword puzzles, and the list goes on and on. The fun in doing things that are kind of unexpected at my age and

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Sharing a secret can make one feel surprisingly light! I wasnt blogging for past few days coz I had no photo to upload on my 30day photo challenge...now that I have told you the reason, I am free to shamelessly write whatever I want. :D

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What will be your response to "Describe yourself in one word"?Mine comes promptly:    P      R    O    C    R   A  S  T  I NATOR  (styled copied :D)Imagine instead me being described as Creative! or Curious! or Caring! or even Happy-go-lucky. How nice and respectable they all sound. I would not even mind the one like yappy, lazy, forgetful, reckless etc etc. But its time I admit, there is one and

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Day 10 = Something you made Today I made a ppt on social capital, networks and knowledge transfer. But it will make a very unsightly photo :D I assume I can post something I made recently and liked it. Like the stuffed tomatoes I made as part of Diwali dinner.  I am drooling!! I love tomatoes, I love them stuffed and I love it so much when they have a bit of grated paneer topping. My dinner

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The act of living is like being in an amusement park. There are things to see, perceive, enjoy, dislike, even fear. Rides are lined up, we can choose some, some we cannot. There is company, there is crowd too...but deep down we all are really on our own. 

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Day 9 = Faceless self-potrait. I thought this would be the easiest, all I need to do is stand in front of the mirror and go click click :) Turned out there is more to it. Since I cant move the mirror, cant do anything about background and nothing much about lighting control. Anyways here it is: I am looking forward to tomorrow's click :)

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Day 8: Technology My favorite technology is electricity. I visualize a stretch of green field and grid lines and I smile. But I am here inside the campus, so nothing of that sort is possible. And its being Tuesday today I get to have one of the most depressing days thanks to a mega torturous class. Anyway none of that now. So I have been impressed by two thing at IIMB: taking hot shower 24*7,

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Day 7: Something new Hmm. Interesting topic. I gave this one a lot of thought, a LOT actually. But everytime what came to my mind was a new leaf on old dry twig. So much for being a plant lover, ideas dont come easy at all. Then I settled for the usual materialistic me. But wait, I have something extra here than just a plain new buy! Something new = Running Last month I started running. I

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Day 6: Childhood memory The biggest elements of my childhood memory, other than family, are: mountains, rain, bicycle, storybooks, color paints, and dragonfly. I decided to click the picture of this fly who invaded my solitude yesterday night and refuses to leave even now! Dragonflies were better known as helicopters to us, we would chase them across fields and roads...but they must not be

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Day 5: Someone you love Tough as I had said. Most people whom I love are either away, or extremely camera-avoiding, or wont like their pictures to be floating at random places. So what do I do? I will put some old picture which is not what the challenge allows, but I will tweak it a bit :D and I will put my own picture, I really dont think I have the right to use others' picture in whatever way

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Day 4: Favorite Color Between black and white, there are many shades of grey - that is my belief when it comes to this worldly life. But I love every color, I find as if each color is trying to express something like every word, or note....I thought and thought some more.....I must have some weakness somewhere for some color. And then it struck me :) Its WATERCOLORS what I really love! I am

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Day 3: Clouds. Clicking clouds = Easy, fun and nice. So I put my 'excess' hat and clicked too many cloud pictures! Before it rained, after it rained, in daylight, towards dusk etc etc. Okay I will stop blabbering, here is the photo. The sky looks like what remains after a cute pillow fight, no? This was before it rained today, much before. It rained and you would think all clouds would be gone

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I am already late! Day 2 should have been on 2nd Nov..but it was a busy day so I am making up for it today. DAY 2: What I wore Chikankari kurti. Perfume. Pearl necklace. Watch. I was dressed to impress people in a semi-formal meeting. Funny part is most of these people see me wearing my trackpants and old jeans and what not. But I was dressed up for the 'rest' of the people with whom I still

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Finally I am doing it. Nov 1 - 30 it is. Each day, one click. The list is here (i chopped off the upper part which said Sept '11). Most of these seems easy, until I start clicking. Actually I didnt want to put my own picture on the blog, hence the hesitation. But now that I have decided to do the 30 day challenge, I will do it :) DAY 1: Self Potrait I added conditions: clicked by self holding

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Have you ever experienced simultaneous diametrically opposite feelings? Usually I cant continue with such relations, its too difficult for me to maintain a world of conflict when it comes to people. For me its been simple, either you matter, or you dont. Now once you matter, how much you matter will be discretionary. But if I hate someone, I havent been good at changing my attitude there. There

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Past week passed like I am in a train that pass fields and bridges and rivers and colonies in seconds. Oh, I am satisfied the way I put it. It conveys all the three dominant feelings: a sense of blur, an urgent nudge of continuously being busy, and a sense of tired dizziness. I think I always chew more than I can bite, thinking I will somehow gulp it down. Also with age, I am developing more grey

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I feel no less than a celebrity. I have so much to do in so little time, I am always making lists and losing them and making new ones. three of the retrieved lists show that there i not more than 20% match between the three, all made on same day. Diwali will come only after 364 more days, it must be celebrated well. Good thing about Diwali is everyone around you also in festive mood, everyone

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Ever heard of anyone losing their teeth because of too much eating? Well it might happen to me. My teeth and tongue and the entire digestive system complain of being overworked. 

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Fame is such a fickle thing, favors today and vanishes tomorrow. When I saw Shahrukh the other day on TV, I was thinking what a downfall! And he of course was unbearably irritating. I started wondering how could I ever like to watch him? But then I also had my share of thrill watching Aamir, and Hritik and etc etc, have all equally unimaginably irritating. I was never a movie buff, yet I could

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The feeling 'I can fly' is not overrated. Today when I was running and trying to complete my target of 4 laps of the ground, I felt as if I could fly! I have been running for past few days and everyday I am discovering a new limit for myself. Its a great feeling. In my heart, I have always been a runner, both literally and figuratively. I prefer to run from most issues that must be faced and

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Copycats are ubiquitous. That doesnt make them legitimate to me. And I have nothing against cats. So when I am set out to demean the copycats, I distinguish them from people who find inspiration from others. It is one thing to something good and decide how to go about it yourself, from say mindlessly copying someone else's actions and behaviors. If person X does something and it works out for X,

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Faith has made a comeback. Slowly, unnoticed, its very much there and took me by surprise. 

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I wish I knew whats wrong. Or whether anything is wrong. It feels like something is wrong. with me. Oh times such as this I dont think 'ignorance is bliss' works. Its either a dull and non-existence Durga Puja, or a thousand cancelled trips, or too much work and reading, or the scale, or just me. Ever complaining whining irritating me. I think its the 'me'. At this moment I hate everyone and

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Are you already tired of Rahat Fateh Ali Khan? I would like to, for I have had overdose of him. But there is always some song or the other which make you and me like him. These days it the Isq risk song for me. When I heard the song for the first time I was half laugh half impressed. Then I grew more and more fond of it. May be because I am such a die-heard romantic myself who can relate to the

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To post something fun and interesting and not my daily rants, I thought I would take up this 30day photography thread floating around. It will give the camera some exercise and I will have fun clicking pics. The tag was meant for September. I saw it towards end of Sept. thought would take it up in Oct. Whats delaying me is the very first day I have to click a self-portrait, and I am thinking

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If words fail to express my happiest moments and deepest regrets, secret wishes and known fears, If I cant seem to find a way to tell what is it inside my head and around me eating me out day and night, If I am just a little lost in this strange world where all the roads look the same and I dont know who to turn to, Dont you think its about time for you to show up and give that gentle little

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If the people you thought are least likely to understand you turn out to be the ones who truly and really understand you, how would you feel about this whole thing? Just a random question. I am not really looking for an answer.

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Before the alarm gets a chance to ring, Gem comes and good morning begins. Whitey comes asking for biscuit. I make pretend-rockstar movements with November rains. Hot tea and newspaper follows. Travel wishlists are made, changed, dropped. To emphasize the happy mushy mood "Koi pyaarse mujhe yun...." is put on loop for half an hour. Life is good minus classes, submissions on a saturday which

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There used to be time when online news sites were useful. My thoughtful facebook friends have eliminated that pain in life. When someone dies, some calamities happen, some scam comes to light, some issue of relevance or irrelevance must be known - becomes instantly known through the facebook wall. In fact it does a better job than the newspapers and sites, it tells me news about people changing

mêléehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694291027009356661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048309105057133572.post-61576871625234992952011-10-05T18:31:00.000+05:302011-10-05T18:31:50.960+05:30

Three remarkable things happened recently which must be written about, for the record sake. 1. I fit into my 5 year old jeans! Which means I must have lost some weight. The old jeans being always a little lose then, and jeans not being very stubborn to fit into etc. will not be accepted as excuses. I want to believe that I am losing weight. Being 5 yr old, they are flared jeans, I am no fashion

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Irrelevant burden. Self-inflicted misery. and stupid stupid me. The worst one can do to a relation while it can still be called a relation is to start counting who did what and when and how many times for whom. But once its all over, the worst to do is to waste time, sleep, and peace of mind over something which is just history. I try to be wise, and I fail. I wish I never had any friends. I am

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"jo bhi main kahna chahoon barbaad kare, alfaaz mere..." To say that I like A.R.Rahman's music like stating the obvious. But each time I start "jo bhi main kahna chahoon' I cant move to the next song. Mohit Chauhan is such a singer! But the best part for me, as usual, is the lyrics...just as good as it could have been :) "kabhi mujhe lage hai jaise saara hi yeh jahaan hai jadoo jo bhi hai aur

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"I am wasting myself. I have wasted myself." - these are the most frequent words I get to hear from those who truly love me. I could be so much more. They say. But isnt that true with so many of us? I am definitely lazy and unambitious, I accept. But I have a reason, i have my own reasoning for this. The problem is I cannot say this to most of those who love me, it might be like hitting them

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Do you believe in luck?I have grown up in surroundings where its an essential part of being alive. But somehow deep down I am not convinced. If at all I must, I say I am lucky. Why, I dont like being unlucky. I get what I want, its a different story that I try my best to want things I can get.  Not even half through my masters, things were not working out too well. I was somehow keeping myself up

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I think its time I gave up the pillion seat and start changing gears. As much nurtured a human being might be, and wish to continue, the law of give-and-take is too strong to ignore. So I guess my days of giving has started. I mean to do it well.

mêléehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694291027009356661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048309105057133572.post-72101016894393570452011-09-18T21:49:00.000+05:302011-09-18T21:49:24.100+05:30

When you hear people go on and on about 'running' how do you feel? Dont you feel like saying, 'bleh. mad people. keep running, yeah.' At least I used to feel like that. Until today. Today I started running. We have been planning it for some days now. Today was the start :)  By new year, I should be able to run 4 km, I will run run 4km on 1st Jan '12. Now I just made up that target. I may never

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Even the most beautiful days have their sunsets, but the thing is the sunsets and the darkness that follows might be more beautiful than the days were! You cant take optimism out of my blood unless you drain me out of every drop. Its a minor stupid way of living, a less than satisfactory outlook for someone who lived so many years and was given both education and experiences. But then if we could

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Here, look at this. Look at the end of this circular room. There is this black door, and then there is this red door. Do you see them? okay, good. Now the black door will take you to a garden, dont ask me what is in that garden, or where the garden leads to. The red door will take you to a garden, a different one than that the black door will lead to. Oh and this is no Alice in wonderland stuff,

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How deep I run what lay in my eyes, only you shall know as the sole audience to my silent cries. In a world of gauging virtues and vices by arbit standards and labeling, you found a way to stand next to me holding my hands changing pace with me walking till world's end. When the color run out and the buzz is over we can walk away as always together. till then lets stand back for a while and have

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Its strange the kind of relationship I share with my blog. Sometimes, I only need to write it out here, and things seem better. But there are times, when keeping quiet is what gives me the strength.

mêléehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08694291027009356661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048309105057133572.post-42900438658788241522011-08-28T22:52:00.000+05:302011-08-28T22:52:49.809+05:30

What made me write this is some of my 'friends' social media updates about the Hurricane Irene in NYC. Of course nothing happenned, that must have left so many of the New Yorkers disappointed. They must be feeling they were denied of all the drama, the 'experience' if you please! My friends non-stop posted pics of celebrating Irene with wine, food, sea-side strolls and what not. I must take it

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