A little disconnect is also nice sometimes.

Bursting at the seams.

I'm trying to be disciplined. I'm averse to even the sound of that word.
All I have to do is wake up, exercise the leg, run.
I don't want to be a cripple.

Activities have never really interested me. People. Always people.

I've spent a quarter of today giving the car for servicing and trying to get rid of a virus on the big computer.
Oh joy!

What I love about guys is that they like technical things.
They make my world go round.

Category: <3

I got my medical degree from Google.
(:

Relearnt walking, tried learn busing, gave up, caved in and took the auto I'd been trying very hard to boycott back home.

I wish I knew what I've left unfinished.
I wish I knew why it was so important.

I wasn't entirely displeased when Megan told me that I was Princess Anastasia.
Except, Laura has just informed me that 'Princess Anastasia ' is Cinderella's ugly step sister.
Gee thanks, Megan.

All very interesting.

Category: Pavlov's dog

You snooze, you lose.
-Jo

About 1: Stealing chocolate from Maya
About 2: Going to hell

Joanne says people project their own insecurities on to you.
They make you the unwitting object, while all you would have been doing was sitting around, oblivious.

Example:
-Why are you making that face? I look funny, don't I?
=No you don't. I wasn't making a face.
-Yes, you were.
=No, I wasn't. That's just my face.
-No, it's not.
etc. etc.

I hate running but running saved someone. So I'm going to do it.

I read like anything when I can.
-Kan Castle

I think I must explain. I can only look in one direction. Forward. Some people ask why that's a problem. I sprained my neck. It's literal. I'm miserable.

I know it was me who called it over.

The day isn't going well so far.

Category: Having to wake up at 8 to play chauffeur

Sleep enfolds me, like love.

Get wired.

True Roots-Why do we do this?

Beauty is Freedom.

The only thing I was guilty of was jumping to a logical conclusion.
:)

Chrome is so nice.

It's insufficiency completes it.

Assignment Blues

October is always marred by having to speed-read assignments and by much other paper-work. At this time of year, my thoughts turn, inevitably, to Deepak Bhat Dundi and the memorable ambush he made on my life some two years ago.

Deepak Bhat preferred to sit in the last bench of my class and said very little while I tried to get his class-mates interested in Marjane Satrapi's account of her childhood or in the notions of female independence that Mills and Boon seemed to promote. I valued an assignment of his a little later.My determination to slash and burn through the evening simply disappeared after i read what he had written.

You will first notice that he has an extremely teetery relationship with the language. After you read the piece, you may also understand why I gave him 9.5 out of 10 and spent the rest of the evening in conversation with a bottle of Absolut




Monsoon Memories

by Deepak Bhat

I read a report in a newspaper, heading saying that "Heavy Rains in Uttara Kannada District". I was very curious to know how much water was flowing in Kokkar Streem and Bedti River. So I immediately called on my house but I heard a voice saying "the number you have called is under repair". I tried again and heard the same voice. This is very common in Malnad area. Most of the time during this season there is no electricity and the phones do not work because of trees falls that damage the electrical and phone pholes.

I loved it when there was no electricity in the night during the rainy season because my parents won't force me to do home work or ead text book. I could sit front of hodtki with my grandfather--hodtki is a type of dryer used for drying coarse rug. He always tells me a lot of stories there most of them are very interesting especially Brahma Rakshasa story, Punyakoti stories, a few ghost stories, and stories from Ramayana and Mahabharata. In the bonfire of the hodtki, we used to bake jackfruit seeds. My grandfather used to hole the seeds and then put it in the fire otherwise it would burst in the heat. When it is raining a lot it is a very joyfull moment sitting in front of the fire of the hodtke enjoying the baked jackfruit seed, jackfruit papad and cashewnut. The process of baking cashew in the fire is very intresting.While baking the cashewnut, it gives very beautiful scattered flames and different crackling sounds. Sometimes it sprays the hot oil with fire.

Early in the morning from 6 o' clock my mother starts waking me up because I have to walk 3 kilometres to reach the school. Finally I get of the bed only after 15-20 minutes. After leaving the bed my first work was watching the sky to see if it is cloudy or not and then to the news on AIR Dharvad if they announce the possibility of heavy rains in Uttara Kannada district within 24 hours and celebrate as my father would says no need to go to school today.

During the school days Mahadeva was my close friend. He was very good at catching fish (i.e. without any tools). Every Saturday afternoon and Sunday we used to go catch fish and crabs and also play in the slush of paddy fields. I was not able to catching even single fish but Mahadeva was catching the fish and crab so easily. he put his hand in a deep hole upto his elbow to catch crab. Once a big crab almost a palmsized cut his fingertip.

During the rainy season Mahadeva and me used build mud dams to small channels of water within an hour it collapses and we enjoyed the seeing of it collapsing and a huge amount of water flowing out of it. We used to imagine this as stories where LTTE terrorist attacking dams and demolish them. (i used to read in newspaper that govt was giving protection to Supa Dam from LTTE).

We used to make paper boats and used to put red ants on the boat and leave the boats on the streems. The ants were moving here and there on the boat searching for way to escape from the floating paper boat. Some jumped into the water and started to swimming and few climbed on to the blades of grass partially touching the streem water.

On the way to schoool we used to see lots of dead snakes, frogs and millipads on the tar roads. During the time of crossing the roads those animals are dying due to the vehicles which are moving on them. Those fresh decaying flesh of those beings mixed with water give a smell resembling the smell of iron rods of KSRTC bus seats. Green vine snakes are common during the rainy season. We used to catch them bare hands and thrown them on some plants on the way to home after the school. We used to take the forest route in search of wild mushrooms.

In the forest we find a lot of differently coloured and different types of mushrooms. Mahadeva told me that only 2 types of mushrooms are edible and rest are poisonous.

Now again monsoon is started, water from the new rains are flowing in Kokkar Streem and bedti river. A new vine snake waiting for a new frog. My grandfather is putting new firewood to hodtki fire. New rain-water is evaporating from the coarse rug. A new crab making new hole in paddy field. it is raining even in Bangalore. But it is not a new rain, it looks like last year's rain and the year before the last. Without the smell of fresh soil, without the cool soil slush, without vine snake, without the frogs song, without hodtki fire and jackfruit seed, how can it be new? Then why am I living in Bangalore? I don't know and I don't have an answer.

Source: http://al-lude.livejournal.com/64374.html

I'd just rather that no one felt left out. I didn't feel the need to explain that there. But here I am, explaining. I suppose because here, where there's no context, everything goes.

Sometimes, you leave me feeling uneven.

When I lived there, I used to wonder; if something happened to me, how long would it be before someone realised.

Category: Isolate

I realised how little I like talking today.
And yet.

:)
-Walkingin Memphis, Marc Cohn

Category: Something for everyone.

Category 1: Oscar Wilde
Category 2: <3 (how can you not?)

Be curious, not judgmental.
-Walt Whitman

So here's a list of books I've bought but haven't read yet. What should I start with?
-The Tesseract-Alex Garland
-My autobiography or The Story of my Experiments with Truth- M. K. Gandhi
-The Remains of the Day-Kazuo Ishiguro
-Possession- A. S. Byatt
-A Fine Balance- Rohinton Mistry (half read, but it made me really sad)
-The Millenium Series- Larsson
-The Colour Purple- Alice Walker
-The Coma-Alex Garland
-King Rat-China Mieville
-Pappilon-Henri Charrière (which I've gifted away but which I think I'll take back)

Category: Where do I begin?

Update:
The 2 favourites in the running are, Alex Garland and China Mieville.

Courtesy: A Softer World

Sometimes life hands you peanuts.
What the hell do you do with peanuts?

I'd like a go to person shortcut on my phone too.


Category: Sheily

1/16th there!

I study French. I'm not always sure why, but I do.
So in my attempt to improve, I took the advice of a link that was advertised at French class and signed up.
Here are some of the emails I received on signing up. Funny, naive, outrageous.
The perfectly normal ones, I've opted to keep to myself.


Joseph: He's planning a trip to India and wants to know if I'd like to accompany him to Bombay and Delhi.
Why yes, Joseph, I'd love that!


That's Guillaume (no image). He'd like to marry me.


There's Bruno, who if I'm not mistaken, thinks I'm Pakistani and wants to sell me something.


And finally, Jean Christophe. He claims he's a hot air balloon pilot.He's going to be visiting and is searching for a place to stay for a couple of months. The rent shouldn't be too high. Anyone?

Category: Never miss an opportunity

That was the best.

Category : Kowloon

You know what I think is actually at the top of the food chain?
Viruses.

Maya:Pappa, How old are you?
Pappa:I'm 6 years old.
Maya: Yes. You have big hands. High five!

Pizza

Category: Jamie Oliver (aww)

Thank you Nolito!
<3

I wonder what it is that makes you a trophy.
I'd like to think that it was your mind.

Category: An opinion, a difference of opinion

2 creepy guys, 1 asshole.
I think I came off more or less unscathed in the grander scheme of things.

About me: Not that unlucky

That's 'cause they're all about where people come from.
The only thing that's important is where somebody's going.

Public Enemies

A regular Good Samaritan aren't you?
Heh

I found myself. I lost you.

He had the slowest bike
But he was the fastest rider

Category 1: Mahanya
Category 2: Skill

Megan is screaming loudly at the world to stop.
I am too. In my head.

Happy Diwali

I love about us Indians, that we celebrate everything. We take the best out of a festival and make it our own. It doesn't matter what religion we were to being with. The mithai and lights for Diwali, the biryani for Eid and the presents and fruitcake for Christmas.

Category: I love my India

In those few minutes, nothing else exists.
I wonder if that's what love feels like.

You need a license to buy a dog, to drive a car - hell, you even need a license to catch a fish. But they'll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father.
-Keanu Reeves (Parenthood)

I love everything, the over confidence, the flamboyance, the cockiness. All of it.

What happens in A1 stays in A1

[For the family I barely know. <3]

He is his father. The same smile. The same charm. Not the same temper, thankfully.

Category: Eternity

“We are all worms, but I do believe that I am a glow worm.”
-Winston Churchill

I hate being ignored and I like being bored even less.

My towel smells questionably like chocolate!

Category: Grr

Tama: Help! Help! Save me!
Jo: Are you in danger? Are you in trouble?
Tama: Save me, I'm in Bangalore.

Category: ahahaha :)
Tama-Age 3
Jo-The mamma

Chapter 5

What if she doesn't want to be found? She's careful and hard to trace but what if someone finds her because of me. What if, somewhere, she slipped and I was the one who opened the gateway to hell?

I've taken the reading list off. But don't fret. Here's something else to entertain your lovely selves. An extract from 2006.

'What do you see?' asked the girl. She looked about nine but when you looked at her eyes she might have been nine thousand or ninety thousand even.
'It hurts', he said, ignoring her question and rubbing his hip.
'It's your own fault. You should learn to land better. Like me', she smirked. 'Now what do you see?'
'I see a woman', he said sulkily. 'She's moving across the world'.
'Anything else?'
'I see another one. Looks like she's shaking her fist. At a man. Nothing unusual about that'. His black eyes glared in her direction.
'Don't be a baby Chaos', said Life with all the authority of an older sibling. 'I'm older and you have to listen to me'.
'Girls'. He grumbled to himself.

A comment here, a snide remark there. The worst, an implication and your incapacity to confront it. The smallest thing can sometimes throw the most balanced of us off.

I'm just saying. The only person who gets to assess you, is you.





I make blanket assumptions about people, knowing fully well that that's all that they are.

Category: Redemption

I'm not sure if I'm toeing the line a little too much here.

Caution: Be careful

Every time I look at your online resume I think about what a beautiful person you are.
You make me smile :)
I'd share it here but I don't know if you'd want that.

Category: Bison

I'm not sure if I have a heart of gold, steel(stainless) or stone.

Note to self (get act together)

The last post was supposed to be a note to myself. Sort of like an organizer, a planner. That clearly didn't work out. Here goes nothing.
-Presentation (l'histoir du Louvre)
-Kancastle (tax)
-Exercise (leg)
-Stitching (hemming homework)
-Companies (resume)
-French (syntax)
-Violin (second position)
-Cupboard (clean out)

Category: Note to self

I'm relaxed, I'm occupied, I'm disturbed.
I can't justify the feeling.
The feeling that makes me just want to kick back and read.It's unacceptable to just do that.
I also want to colour, study, talk, climb, dance.
I also want to work. I also want to love.
I seem okay, to myself but a part of me knows that I'm not.

The cycle is vicious.

Category: If you can't break it, become it

In my dreams, the world comes tumbling down.

There is no rest for the wicked.

:/

Category: Adrian

There is comfort in singularity. Singularity of thought.

Your actions speak louder than any words could.

Bigger is better.

Category: Camera lenses

Nothing to lose. Nothing to prove.

I've started having the dreams again.

About me: Slightly disturbed

I respond better to directness than deviousness.

Q) If you were an animal what would you be?
A) Human


(a2j199)

She told me that she was only telling me this because I was almost like family.
She advised me to say a small prayer in my heart, every time, before I started something new.
I've never been terribly religious. In fact religious people are somewhat scary.
Still, it never hurt to pray.

Category: For those who still can, there is comfort in prayer

Impoverished

Category: About me

Go to this place in your head where it's calm.
Block the world out.
Focus.

Category 1: It'll be ok
Category 2: Megan, lessons

To shut the infernal alarm off every morning, I have to drag myself to the end of my bed and through madly protesting eyes that refuse to cooperate, figure out the disable button on it. It tears the fibre of my soul.

Category 1: Sleep is sacred
Category 2: Wake up, it'll be ok

Would you give up being interesting
To be free?

Category: Never

Have I mentioned recently how awesome my sister is?

Category 1: Joanne Ninan
Category 2: <3

I see what I see
I do what I dream

-Megan Sitara (age 5)

If no one saw it,
then it didn't happen.

Category : Fallacies and truth are sometimes the same thing

I hope you do end up coming.

Category: Goa

age is a number. age is a number. age is a number

:)

Category: Thank you for that

Tomorrow's not going to be a good day. No.
Sleep deprived ones never are.

Real life isn't like the movies.
But it's still so much fun :)

Category: I don't want to miss a thing

I've made this.. this space, a little less findable.
Not impossible to find, just more difficult.
Like a secret. Or a secret garden.

How to get there: Cross the street, enter the Pizza hut building, climb up some stairs, then down, then out the other side and you'll find yourself in old Bangalore. Turn left, enter a gate, pass a house whose windows you can look into at which you'll say, I'm going to marry their son and heir (except I think he's a teenaged kid), climb up some stairs, turn left and you're there :)

Category 1: Bangalore, hardcore
Category 2: Kanfoundit

"Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's."
-Mary Schmich

Courtesy: http://a2j199.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html

Strive to be happy.

Category 1: Don't kill me, :D
Category 2: Ahahaha

If we'd been destined to have a song. This would be it.


Category: Por Una Cabeza, Carlos Gardel / Guy Bergeron

This is right, this is wrong, this is fun to watch

The closets, beds and dungeons are in your head.


Category: Skeletons

Have I ever talked about how awesome my mom is?
Well she is.

Category: Awesome mom (in case you missed it in the actual post)

A relationship trace through blogger. Damn the internet.


Ahahaha :)

It didn't occur to me to wonder whether I minded or not until he asked me if I did.
It turns out, I did.

Hm

If you can't walk through slush, jump it.
Or get an Avinash to carry you over.
Either way :)

Category: Little Maya's life lesson for today

To be in control of your environment rather than let it control you.

Category 1: Parkour
Category 2: The ability to adapt
Category 3: I wrote a sidey article on it, hence..
Category 4: I say, get a life lesson out of this, if that's your deal