:)
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
You crave for something wholeheartedly for a very long time -- with tears swelling your eyes and beg life to grant you that wish. Life grants it -- when it no longer matters, when your heart has already refused to feel anything anymore.
Source: http://sowmyanair.blogspot.com/
Source: http://sowmyanair.blogspot.com/
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Friday, December 04, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
This guy I know asked me a question.
He said, if you had to go to a deserted island and you could take just one thing with you, what would you take?
So I thought for a moment and said, people.
He promptly informed me that I couldn't take people along.
I couldn't help noticing that he'd missed the whole point of his own exercise.
Category 1: An exercise to figure out what's important
Category 2: Missing the whole point of your own exercise
He said, if you had to go to a deserted island and you could take just one thing with you, what would you take?
So I thought for a moment and said, people.
He promptly informed me that I couldn't take people along.
I couldn't help noticing that he'd missed the whole point of his own exercise.
Category 1: An exercise to figure out what's important
Category 2: Missing the whole point of your own exercise
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Note to self
Never EVER go ANYWHERE by yourself
Points:
Navigation skills=0
Ability to find places=1
Talent for taking wrong turn exactly one turn away from destination=9
Touring unknown areas of Bangalore like HAL 2nd Stage and Domlur at 10 o clock at night searching for Lido Mall=10
Points:
Navigation skills=0
Ability to find places=1
Talent for taking wrong turn exactly one turn away from destination=9
Touring unknown areas of Bangalore like HAL 2nd Stage and Domlur at 10 o clock at night searching for Lido Mall=10
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Chapter 2
She sat naked, her chin resting in her hand. Thinking. Should she use her powers for good or evil? Good was so grandma panties if you thought about it. All the way past your belly button nearly up to your neck. Would be enough to smother anybody. But then evil; was just the other extreme. It was then that Maskara rememebred that there was something she had to do.
She walked to the very edge of where she lived, looked around her once and then dived. After what seemed like an eon of time but was only really a very few minutes, she hit the water and sliced through. Eyes closed, she made her way to the surface gasping for breath. When she opened her eyes she was on the other side of the world. In a room bare except for carpeting, a cupboard and a mirror. She walked over to the mirror and examined herself. 'So this is what I look like.' She thought to herself.
Category 1: Fantasy / Fiction
Category 2: Extract
She walked to the very edge of where she lived, looked around her once and then dived. After what seemed like an eon of time but was only really a very few minutes, she hit the water and sliced through. Eyes closed, she made her way to the surface gasping for breath. When she opened her eyes she was on the other side of the world. In a room bare except for carpeting, a cupboard and a mirror. She walked over to the mirror and examined herself. 'So this is what I look like.' She thought to herself.
Category 1: Fantasy / Fiction
Category 2: Extract
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Where have all the men gone??
Here's where according to Andrew Kelly.
He rants,
All you girls just have to find a perfectly normal guy tell him he's NOT sensitive enough, make him sensitive, turn him into a woman and THEN ask "where have all the men gone.."
He rants,
All you girls just have to find a perfectly normal guy tell him he's NOT sensitive enough, make him sensitive, turn him into a woman and THEN ask "where have all the men gone.."
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Cubbon Park police station was originally built as a guard room in 1906 to guard the statue of Queen Victoria (in Cubbon Park)
[Stop]
Thought #1:The statue needed guarding?
Thought #2:Of course it did.
Thought #3: Bleddy Britishers
[Stop]
Thought #1:The statue needed guarding?
Thought #2:Of course it did.
Thought #3: Bleddy Britishers
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Kashmir: An impression
Your first sight of the mountains makes you glad that you came.
Your traveling track record can only be described as impulsive.
Where earlier on you question this impulsiveness.
You no longer do.
You wait in the heat.
It's hard to imagine that the top of the world could be warm.
But it is.
You make a mental note, not to grumble about the weather back home again.
A taxi takes you to the second best hotel there.
The first thing you notice on your way there. The soldiers.
Everywhere.
The second thing, the shabby grandeur of the hotel.
A capacity of maybe four hundred.
An occupancy of perhaps four.
It's sprawling, it's beautiful, it's old world. Charming.
It's sad.
I go out to meet my Kashmiri friend.
Pakoras and tea.
Her brothers, her cousins, they've come along.
They're georgeous. Of course they are.
They're Kashmiri.
All of them studying to be doctors, lawyers.
Secretly I suspect that this is something of a social pressure.
Well educated.
You have to be.
I roam around the city on my own in a taxi from the hotel.
The only other thing that strikes me apart from the soldiers are the children.
They also carry guns.
Toy ones.
Again, you feel a twinge, you consider it, then discard it.
This is life.
I watch the women. Very conservative and yet, they're not.
The older girls, they pull their head coverings a little more securely round their heads when they pass by people they know. Relatives, friends, people who's words carry weight.
Close to minutes later, their heads are bare again.
Subtle.
As we stop to buy famous Kashmiri sweets, little Hareen, the youngest of the cousins in all innocence asks, 'Do I look better THIS way?' wrapping her duppata elaborately round her head, 'Or THIS way?' pulling it off to show her hair and cover her chest.
The only appropriate answer and I find myself smiling as I say it. 'Both ways, darling. Both ways'.
There is fun to be had.
Lamb kabab off the side of the road, a shikara ride on Dal lake, ancient Mughal gardens, the ruins of palaces
I take in all of this. I lap it up.
You leave, I'd like to say, as quickly as you came.
Except that you can't.
Security checks at the airport in Srinagar don't seem to end.
You finally get on your plane.
Happy, sad, happy? sad?
I can't tell.
Your traveling track record can only be described as impulsive.
Where earlier on you question this impulsiveness.
You no longer do.
You wait in the heat.
It's hard to imagine that the top of the world could be warm.
But it is.
You make a mental note, not to grumble about the weather back home again.
A taxi takes you to the second best hotel there.
The first thing you notice on your way there. The soldiers.
Everywhere.
The second thing, the shabby grandeur of the hotel.
A capacity of maybe four hundred.
An occupancy of perhaps four.
It's sprawling, it's beautiful, it's old world. Charming.
It's sad.
I go out to meet my Kashmiri friend.
Pakoras and tea.
Her brothers, her cousins, they've come along.
They're georgeous. Of course they are.
They're Kashmiri.
All of them studying to be doctors, lawyers.
Secretly I suspect that this is something of a social pressure.
Well educated.
You have to be.
I roam around the city on my own in a taxi from the hotel.
The only other thing that strikes me apart from the soldiers are the children.
They also carry guns.
Toy ones.
Again, you feel a twinge, you consider it, then discard it.
This is life.
I watch the women. Very conservative and yet, they're not.
The older girls, they pull their head coverings a little more securely round their heads when they pass by people they know. Relatives, friends, people who's words carry weight.
Close to minutes later, their heads are bare again.
Subtle.
As we stop to buy famous Kashmiri sweets, little Hareen, the youngest of the cousins in all innocence asks, 'Do I look better THIS way?' wrapping her duppata elaborately round her head, 'Or THIS way?' pulling it off to show her hair and cover her chest.
The only appropriate answer and I find myself smiling as I say it. 'Both ways, darling. Both ways'.
There is fun to be had.
Lamb kabab off the side of the road, a shikara ride on Dal lake, ancient Mughal gardens, the ruins of palaces
I take in all of this. I lap it up.
You leave, I'd like to say, as quickly as you came.
Except that you can't.
Security checks at the airport in Srinagar don't seem to end.
You finally get on your plane.
Happy, sad, happy? sad?
I can't tell.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
It's reached a new low.
So low that
My conservative mother (who doesn't even like me sitting next to boys)
Asks me questions like:
Mother: Going out?
Me: Yup
Mother: Meeting a boy?
Me: Yup
Mother: Do you like him??? (a little too hopefully for comfort)
Me: No mamma. I'm not going to marry him.
Category 1: Marriage
Category 2: :S
Category 3: Humour
So low that
My conservative mother (who doesn't even like me sitting next to boys)
Asks me questions like:
Mother: Going out?
Me: Yup
Mother: Meeting a boy?
Me: Yup
Mother: Do you like him??? (a little too hopefully for comfort)
Me: No mamma. I'm not going to marry him.
Category 1: Marriage
Category 2: :S
Category 3: Humour
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
Web Definitions for Womanizer
a man who likes many women and has short sexual relationships with them
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Prakash
Meet Prakash.
Prakash and I both ordered lemon soda.
I ordered masala, he ordered jaljeera.
His tasted better.
I wanted his.
He refused.
When he wasn't looking,
I swapped our drinks.
I was awesome.
I couldn't stop giggling.
I drank the whole thing.
I found out a few days later
That he knew about the swap the WHOLE time
About Prakash: Indulgent
About Me: Indulged
Prakash and I both ordered lemon soda.
I ordered masala, he ordered jaljeera.
His tasted better.
I wanted his.
He refused.
When he wasn't looking,
I swapped our drinks.
I was awesome.
I couldn't stop giggling.
I drank the whole thing.
I found out a few days later
That he knew about the swap the WHOLE time
About Prakash: Indulgent
About Me: Indulged
Sunday, August 30, 2009
She, a mother of two grown up girls told me in the course of our almost one sided conversation that she had had a love disappointment when she was younger. She quickly added that her adolescent daughter, my friend; didn't know.
It was how she had come to marry the man she was married to.
From the sound of her story, he was not so much her definition of a husband, more, the a father to her daughters.
Category: Love disappointment
It was how she had come to marry the man she was married to.
From the sound of her story, he was not so much her definition of a husband, more, the a father to her daughters.
Category: Love disappointment
Friday, August 28, 2009
He told me about how displeased he was with the quality of his long island iced tea at this restaurant that was highly recommended.
I understood his angst.
I told him about how, on my way to dinner, I saw this man, clearly poor, being pushed around by the cops.
I think he understood too.
Category: Disparity
I understood his angst.
I told him about how, on my way to dinner, I saw this man, clearly poor, being pushed around by the cops.
I think he understood too.
Category: Disparity
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Convincing Joanne to go to hell
Me-Let's go to Cubbon Park on Sunday. It'll be fun for the kids
Joe-Yes lets! Oh can't, there's church
Me-Bunk, anyway you're going to hell
Joe- Hell? Me? I'm going to heaven
Me- See, anyway everybody else you know is going to hell. Also, you'll be really bored with all those Mormons. So you bunk church, you'll go to hell, we'll all hang out together there. It'll all be good
She's still unconvinced.
Category: How to get to hell
Definitions:
Joe-my eldest sister aka 'Holy' Joe
Mormons-the only group that got it right (source: Southpark)
Joe-Yes lets! Oh can't, there's church
Me-Bunk, anyway you're going to hell
Joe- Hell? Me? I'm going to heaven
Me- See, anyway everybody else you know is going to hell. Also, you'll be really bored with all those Mormons. So you bunk church, you'll go to hell, we'll all hang out together there. It'll all be good
She's still unconvinced.
Category: How to get to hell
Definitions:
Joe-my eldest sister aka 'Holy' Joe
Mormons-the only group that got it right (source: Southpark)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
About me
I cooked.
Butter chicken.
Yes.
Me.
I also ate it AND I'm alive to tell the tale.
Oh ye (all of you!) of little faith
:p
Butter chicken.
Yes.
Me.
I also ate it AND I'm alive to tell the tale.
Oh ye (all of you!) of little faith
:p
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
eyes wide open, naked as we came
i have this insane thought. i think we should make love. not because i would die if we didn’t. or you would die. no. i think we can both survive just fine without this. but i think we should. anyway. just because i’m curious. i think you’re something wonderful. and fetching. and when i see you i smile. widely. madly. unabashedly. because you make me happy. what could be better than making love to someone who makes you happy? not much else, i can tell you. i think i make you happy, too. i can see your eyes crinkle when you see me. and the laugh in your voice when you talk to me. i want to run my finger down your back and feel your breath on my breasts. i want to see us naked. together. don’t you think this would be fun? let’s keep it uncomplicated. we both know we’re seeing other people. i adore your girlfriend. she sent me cake last weekend, which was a generous thing to do. you and my boyfriend play basketball. it’s all good. let’s not mess with it. i think we need to set some rules down and just do this. i think it’s a capital idea. don’t you?
Courtesy: http://memoryandforgetting.wordpress.com/
Courtesy: http://memoryandforgetting.wordpress.com/
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Back. Quack.
Anil Kapoor swivelled around in his chair to face the contestants and glared at both of them. The tension hung heavy in the air like the coming monsoon. The two finalists of "Kaun Banega Lounge Piranha Bass-pati" shifted uneasily in their chairs. Both had taken a tireless tirade of questions on music theory (designed by Kamal) and rock history (designed by George), and they were tied on 115 points - it was turning into a photo finish. "Alrightttttty then!", yelled Anil Kapoor, "This is the golden goal round! I ask a question and if you hit the buzzer first and answer correctly, you win the contest!"... excited whispers went around the studio audience.. "If you hit the buzzer and answer incorrectly...", Anil Kapoor paused for effect and suddenly looked very serious, a hush went throught the audience... "You loooooose!", the studio audience went bananas, somebody screamed and had a heart attack and was rushed away by paramedics.
"So letttttt's do it!". "First question - everybody loves Miles, can one of you tell me what key his trumpet was in?", chatterchatterchatter went the audience... Runtun looked stunned and wondered who Miles was, "Must have made some music before I was born...", he thought to himself. Shalini had two fingers on her foreheard and had gone into a trance. Flashback. She was 7 years old and in guitar class. Her guitar teacher was trying to make her understand the difference between a major and minor seventh when suddenly an earthquake rocked the house, everything caved in and within no time she was lost in the rubble and the house was on fire. As she crawled towards the window, tears streaming from her eyes she saw a poster, it had a trumpet on it and a scale chart, what key was it in? Her photographic memory was straining to the point of breaking, she'd only glanced at the poster for a moment and it was years ago but now her life depended on it, she strained further sending electromagnetic shockwaves from her skull, far away near Iceland, a ship's compass suddenly started spinning violently, somewhere in Bihar a Bodhi tree sprouted flowers, back in Bombay she came out of a trance and hit the buzzer with a smile on her face. She had the answer.
What: Return of Lounge Piranha
When: Thursday, 28th May, 8pm
Where: B Flat - a gorgeous new bar on 100 Feet Road Indiranagar!
# 776, 100 feet road, Indiranagar, (opp. Little Italy restaurant), ph: 42414000
Why: Mins Because
As always, please come :)
and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise
"So letttttt's do it!". "First question - everybody loves Miles, can one of you tell me what key his trumpet was in?", chatterchatterchatter went the audience... Runtun looked stunned and wondered who Miles was, "Must have made some music before I was born...", he thought to himself. Shalini had two fingers on her foreheard and had gone into a trance. Flashback. She was 7 years old and in guitar class. Her guitar teacher was trying to make her understand the difference between a major and minor seventh when suddenly an earthquake rocked the house, everything caved in and within no time she was lost in the rubble and the house was on fire. As she crawled towards the window, tears streaming from her eyes she saw a poster, it had a trumpet on it and a scale chart, what key was it in? Her photographic memory was straining to the point of breaking, she'd only glanced at the poster for a moment and it was years ago but now her life depended on it, she strained further sending electromagnetic shockwaves from her skull, far away near Iceland, a ship's compass suddenly started spinning violently, somewhere in Bihar a Bodhi tree sprouted flowers, back in Bombay she came out of a trance and hit the buzzer with a smile on her face. She had the answer.
What: Return of Lounge Piranha
When: Thursday, 28th May, 8pm
Where: B Flat - a gorgeous new bar on 100 Feet Road Indiranagar!
# 776, 100 feet road, Indiranagar, (opp. Little Italy restaurant), ph: 42414000
Why: Mins Because
As always, please come :)
and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise
Self pity
Self-pity is the psychological state of mind of an individual in perceived adverse situations who has not accepted the situation and does not have the confidence nor ability to cope with it. It is characterized by a person's belief that he or she is the victim of events and is therefore deserving of condolence. Self-pity is generally regarded as a negative emotion in that it does not generally help deal with adverse situations. However, in a social context it may result in either the offering of sympathy or advice. Self-pity may be considered normal, and in certain circumstances healthy, so long as it is transitory and leads to either acceptance or a determination to change the situation.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-pity
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-pity
Saturday, May 23, 2009
'You are lucky... For me'
Her mother, to her.
Category1: Sticky words
Category2: ♥
Source: http://sowmyanair.blogspot.com/
Her mother, to her.
Category1: Sticky words
Category2: ♥
Source: http://sowmyanair.blogspot.com/
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Letter
You won't be stolen away from me will you?
I'm not careless with you.
More,
Comfortable.
It's easy to mistake the two, one for the other.
ox
I'm not careless with you.
More,
Comfortable.
It's easy to mistake the two, one for the other.
ox
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Episode 15
Based on a true story, in case you wanted to know
[Click on image to enlarge]
Courtesy:www.pispeak.blogspot.com
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Love
'Oh shatter!' exclaims Sir Rohington.
Looks like we've got a war on our hands.
(passes the pipe)
Lord K takes a drag.
(passes it back)
'What's the matter?' inquires Lord K.
'I broke the love platter.' Sir Rohington looks disparingly at the pieces and also the crowd gathering around, intent on war.
'No worries.' Says Lord K, putting on a fake Scottish accent for the amassing crowds. 'All we have to do is HYPNOTISE them.'
'Stare intently at them and say it with me Rohington, my boy.'
"Make love, not war." "Make love, not war."
The crowd one slightly confused moment later takes up the chant.
"Make love, not war." "Make love, not war."
More and more people join in and pretty soon the whole world is thinking this way. All thoughts of war set aside for the time being.
The day is saved.
Lord Kamal is declared hero and saver of the day.
Autograph signing session to be held.
Where?-TBA
When?- after the show
Why?- Chumma. Be there.
:)
Make love not war. On the bed, not on the floor.
Category1: Sample invite for Lounge Piranha Show
About me : Aspiring invitation maker
Looks like we've got a war on our hands.
(passes the pipe)
Lord K takes a drag.
(passes it back)
'What's the matter?' inquires Lord K.
'I broke the love platter.' Sir Rohington looks disparingly at the pieces and also the crowd gathering around, intent on war.
'No worries.' Says Lord K, putting on a fake Scottish accent for the amassing crowds. 'All we have to do is HYPNOTISE them.'
'Stare intently at them and say it with me Rohington, my boy.'
"Make love, not war." "Make love, not war."
The crowd one slightly confused moment later takes up the chant.
"Make love, not war." "Make love, not war."
More and more people join in and pretty soon the whole world is thinking this way. All thoughts of war set aside for the time being.
The day is saved.
Lord Kamal is declared hero and saver of the day.
Autograph signing session to be held.
Where?-TBA
When?- after the show
Why?- Chumma. Be there.
:)
Make love not war. On the bed, not on the floor.
Category1: Sample invite for Lounge Piranha Show
About me : Aspiring invitation maker
Friday, May 01, 2009
Someone claimed to have experienced a future life, and in that future, she explained that human being were evolved mentally and considered emotional reactions base. Something vulgar even.
I've been trying lately not to rationalize my emotions as much.
I think this, more than anything, is what makes us human.
Category: Emotion sickness
I've been trying lately not to rationalize my emotions as much.
I think this, more than anything, is what makes us human.
Category: Emotion sickness
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Occassionally I have conversations that go like this
Colleague: (10:18:02 AM): knock....knock...
Me: (10:18:08 AM): who's there
Colleague: (10:18:08 AM): good morning.!! :)
Colleague: (10:18:27 AM): its me ... Mr. World....:)
Colleague: :)
Colleague: (10:18:29 AM): hehehheh
Me: (10:18:39 AM): what's that supposed to mean?
Colleague: (10:20:21 AM): hmmmm.......ohhh dont temmme u dont know that...
Colleague: (10:20:22 AM): :(
Colleague: (10:20:27 AM): :(
Me: (10:20:28 AM): no
Me: (10:20:32 AM): oh!
Me: (10:20:38 AM): like miss universe?
Colleague: (10:22:14 AM): yeah
Colleague: (10:22:15 AM): :)
Category: :S
Me: (10:18:08 AM): who's there
Colleague: (10:18:08 AM): good morning.!! :)
Colleague: (10:18:27 AM): its me ... Mr. World....:)
Colleague: :)
Colleague: (10:18:29 AM): hehehheh
Me: (10:18:39 AM): what's that supposed to mean?
Colleague: (10:20:21 AM): hmmmm.......ohhh dont temmme u dont know that...
Colleague: (10:20:22 AM): :(
Colleague: (10:20:27 AM): :(
Me: (10:20:28 AM): no
Me: (10:20:32 AM): oh!
Me: (10:20:38 AM): like miss universe?
Colleague: (10:22:14 AM): yeah
Colleague: (10:22:15 AM): :)
Category: :S
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Stand and you'll see
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Friday, April 03, 2009
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Radiohead respond to Miley Cyrus' rant
Thom Yorke alludes to teen star's temper tantrum
Media sources have been reporting that Radiohead responded to teen star Miley Cyrus, who lashed out at the band for snubbing her at the Grammy Awards last month.
In a recent radio interview, Cyrus vented her anger at her one-time "favourite" band after they allegedly turned down an invitation to meet her back stage at the Grammys. She said: "I left 'cause I was so upset. I wasn't going to watch. Stinkin' Radiohead! I'm gonna ruin them, I'm going to tell everyone."
According to E! Online, Radiohead responded to her remarks by saying, "When Miley grows up, she'll learn not to have such a sense of entitlement." As it turns out, the band's publicist reportedly issued the statement and not the band themselves.
However, in a posting yesterday (March 12) on Radiohead's Dead Air Space blog, frontman Thom Yorke alluded to the incident, saying: "Wish us all a safe journey if you still like us and you're not one of those people i have managed to offend by doing nothing xx"
http://www.nme.com/news/radiohead/43453
Media sources have been reporting that Radiohead responded to teen star Miley Cyrus, who lashed out at the band for snubbing her at the Grammy Awards last month.
In a recent radio interview, Cyrus vented her anger at her one-time "favourite" band after they allegedly turned down an invitation to meet her back stage at the Grammys. She said: "I left 'cause I was so upset. I wasn't going to watch. Stinkin' Radiohead! I'm gonna ruin them, I'm going to tell everyone."
According to E! Online, Radiohead responded to her remarks by saying, "When Miley grows up, she'll learn not to have such a sense of entitlement." As it turns out, the band's publicist reportedly issued the statement and not the band themselves.
However, in a posting yesterday (March 12) on Radiohead's Dead Air Space blog, frontman Thom Yorke alluded to the incident, saying: "Wish us all a safe journey if you still like us and you're not one of those people i have managed to offend by doing nothing xx"
http://www.nme.com/news/radiohead/43453
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Episode 9
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
you know how when you meet someone you can tell if you're going to know them for the rest of your life, or were supposed to meet them, like they were waiting at that moment in time, for you to arrive, or rather, that moment in time was waiting for the two to arrive?
it doesn't happen will many people, but I got that feeling with you
-anonymous
Category:gtalk conversations
it doesn't happen will many people, but I got that feeling with you
-anonymous
Category:gtalk conversations
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Rise
What would I do?
What would I do if I was attacked?
'Be careful ok?' a friend, a boy, tells me concernedly. 'If somebody provokes you, don't fight back. Just try to get to safety'
Three girls(that I know of) were attacked. One of them a girl from the neighbourhood.
She could have been anyone.
She could have been me.
'Cover yourself when you walk on the road ok?' A concerned colleague advises me. I try to explain that in winter I'm covered from head to toe, yes, socks and woolen hats, not a bit of myself exposed. But in summer, It doesn't strike me as unreasonable to wear a sleeveless T-shirt to counter the heat.
This clearly isn't the point.
Again I think, what would I do?
I replay the situation (being attacked)in my head a thousand different ways. Always using a rational approach. Only to conclude that it's fanatics that I'm dealing with. Not people you can reason with.
I try to understand what their agenda is. It most certainly isn't maintaining the purity of our race, our culture. I'm aware of far worse behaviour that shouldn't be allowed in any culture. The most obvious, attacking women.
The police from the sound of it seem to be on the side of chaos. Dismissing the claims of these women almost unconcernedly.
I have no conclusive response to my question. All I know is that these women who were attacked represent every woman I know.
A support group involving the Alternative Law Forum and the Blank Noise Project has been formed.
I can only assume that there is strength in numbers.
http://baware.in/
What would I do if I was attacked?
'Be careful ok?' a friend, a boy, tells me concernedly. 'If somebody provokes you, don't fight back. Just try to get to safety'
Three girls(that I know of) were attacked. One of them a girl from the neighbourhood.
She could have been anyone.
She could have been me.
'Cover yourself when you walk on the road ok?' A concerned colleague advises me. I try to explain that in winter I'm covered from head to toe, yes, socks and woolen hats, not a bit of myself exposed. But in summer, It doesn't strike me as unreasonable to wear a sleeveless T-shirt to counter the heat.
This clearly isn't the point.
Again I think, what would I do?
I replay the situation (being attacked)in my head a thousand different ways. Always using a rational approach. Only to conclude that it's fanatics that I'm dealing with. Not people you can reason with.
I try to understand what their agenda is. It most certainly isn't maintaining the purity of our race, our culture. I'm aware of far worse behaviour that shouldn't be allowed in any culture. The most obvious, attacking women.
The police from the sound of it seem to be on the side of chaos. Dismissing the claims of these women almost unconcernedly.
I have no conclusive response to my question. All I know is that these women who were attacked represent every woman I know.
A support group involving the Alternative Law Forum and the Blank Noise Project has been formed.
I can only assume that there is strength in numbers.
http://baware.in/
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
What's the good word?
Q: rain.bath.blessings :)
A: :) need help with one?
Category: I have funny friends :)
A: :) need help with one?
Category: I have funny friends :)
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Megan
I'm writing this for you.
For you to remember.
You're two.
You found a dress on my bed. About your size.
You asked who was going to wear it.
I said, 'You'.
You can't imagine the joy on your face.
I told you it was for your birthday. You started singing, 'Happy Birthday Megan!' Your birthday is two months away.
But your aunt, Joanne, in tradition with and being completely true to herself has already bought you your present (TWO MONTHS IN ADVANCE). A lovely long, blue dress, that will make you look like a princess.
I tell you that we'll get you a tiara, a cheap one from behind Commercial Street. 'A cheap one', you say, like it's something special. 'Cheap'. So, quickly to save my reputation I tell you that it doesn't matter whether it's cheap or not. It's going to be pretty and THAT's the important thing. Effectively sowing the seed of superficiality and instilling an unhealthy sense of commercialism in your innocent little heart. heh :)
So you start saying, 'Hello Megan's birthday'. I think it's my fault that you do that. I make you say hello to inanimate objects like the sun and the trees and Missy and Tiger our stray dogs and if you throw something on the ground, like a finger puppet, I tell you that it's crying because you did that.
You continue, 'Hello Megan's birthday, hello Megan's dress'. 'Happy Birthday Megan', you sing then you clap and blow out your candle. It's all in your head. You've even made the guest list. Mamma, Maya and me.
It's something special to watch the person that you are. Words don't even come close.
♥
For you to remember.
You're two.
You found a dress on my bed. About your size.
You asked who was going to wear it.
I said, 'You'.
You can't imagine the joy on your face.
I told you it was for your birthday. You started singing, 'Happy Birthday Megan!' Your birthday is two months away.
But your aunt, Joanne, in tradition with and being completely true to herself has already bought you your present (TWO MONTHS IN ADVANCE). A lovely long, blue dress, that will make you look like a princess.
I tell you that we'll get you a tiara, a cheap one from behind Commercial Street. 'A cheap one', you say, like it's something special. 'Cheap'. So, quickly to save my reputation I tell you that it doesn't matter whether it's cheap or not. It's going to be pretty and THAT's the important thing. Effectively sowing the seed of superficiality and instilling an unhealthy sense of commercialism in your innocent little heart. heh :)
So you start saying, 'Hello Megan's birthday'. I think it's my fault that you do that. I make you say hello to inanimate objects like the sun and the trees and Missy and Tiger our stray dogs and if you throw something on the ground, like a finger puppet, I tell you that it's crying because you did that.
You continue, 'Hello Megan's birthday, hello Megan's dress'. 'Happy Birthday Megan', you sing then you clap and blow out your candle. It's all in your head. You've even made the guest list. Mamma, Maya and me.
It's something special to watch the person that you are. Words don't even come close.
♥
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
About
I discovered eye shadow.
Now I'm going to play with the dough.
Category 1: Face painting
Category 2: Art and Crafts
Mood: Excited
Now I'm going to play with the dough.
Category 1: Face painting
Category 2: Art and Crafts
Mood: Excited
Friday, February 06, 2009
Nazi
I saw a Nazi today.
A little red car, with a white circle on the hood and a black swastika in the center.
And a little lady with glasses driving it.
Category 1: Nazism
Category 2: How to be a Nazi in India
Location: Lingarajapuram Flyover
A little red car, with a white circle on the hood and a black swastika in the center.
And a little lady with glasses driving it.
Category 1: Nazism
Category 2: How to be a Nazi in India
Location: Lingarajapuram Flyover
Monday, February 02, 2009
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Human beings
It looks like,
we have so much going on. Emotionally. All of us.
On an unrelated note
it also clearly looks like
the human race is going to drive itself into extinction.
Like the dinosaurs.
heh
Category: Perspective
we have so much going on. Emotionally. All of us.
On an unrelated note
it also clearly looks like
the human race is going to drive itself into extinction.
Like the dinosaurs.
heh
Category: Perspective
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
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