I wonder what Keats was thinking when he said that a thing of beauty is a joy forever. All good things have to come to an end. All things have to come to an end. I wonder why we oppose change so much. Comfortable patterns, familiar places, old haunts.
Predictably, I'm feeling like this. Mebbe that explains why I'm listening to Missing by Everything But The Girl over and over again. Nabaruna left for Manipal today. Saw her in the morning. . We'll keep in touch, I know. But it won't ever be like this again. Laughing unrestrainedly, not a care in the world, no thought about the future. Ok, I'm getting mushy. Rightly so. No one can expect me to be stoic right now.
Enough of that now. Was watching an old episode of Koffee with Karan. The one with Konkona Sen Sharma and Rahul Bose. Seriously, am I the only one who finds Rahul Bose attractive? I mention it to a friend and she goes," What! No waaaay...." He's funny and he seems nice. Admittedly, not the kind of looks that zap you but there's only so much zapping a gal can take.
Have rediscovered mangas. Spend most of my time reading hilarious ones with lotsa hot guys. Sure is a step up from staring at the ceiling. Bought two more Pratchetts and they're predictably extremely good. What a pity he's mostly unknown here! Well, that exhausts most of what the thinkerbox cranked up today.
I'm off to listen to that song again...........Damn!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Tribute To A Princess
All my life, I have been facinated with royalty, perhaps with good reason. Two of my favourite people in the world are women I look up to and almost worship. They are Princess Diana of Wales and HRH Gayatri Devi Sahiba, Rajmata of Jaipur. The latter is ..I don't know how to describe it but I'm almost in love with her. I never tire of reading her autobiography, never tire of turning over endless pages of her photographs. She has been described as an embodiment of beauty, grace and elegance. I try so hard to model myself on her and I would be insanely pleased If I succeeded even a little. What a fairy tale life she has led! The opulence and extavaganza of the Jaipur Royal Family is one that cannot be hoped to be matched by humbler royal families, like my own. The Rajmata has done so much, helped so many.
It's such a pity that time has to pass. At the height of her youth, She has been one of Vogue's most beautiful people in the world.To my prejudiced eyes, she is still so beautiful and so elegant.
It reinforces my theory that breeding tells. No matter what you do, if you are well born and well bred, it tells. Like my own grandmother. She, too, was one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen ,in her youth. I don't care how everybody thinks that being cool is so important, how it comprises wearing impossibly tight tops and pants that defy the law of gravity. All I want to do is live up to these women, become like them.
The Poonjar Royal Family ( my family) too has its share of heroes and heroines. Like Col. G.V. Raja. Sportsman par excellence, he was the brother-in-law of the Maharaja Of Travancore.
My grandmother tells me tales of this gentleman taking her to see golf courses and the like, when she was a child. He seemed, to me, to be a courtly and gallant gentleman. He never failed to come and visit my great grandmother.
I like to think of Gayatri Devi, not as she is now, but as she was then. A beautiful princess out of a fairytale. And thus forever will she remain to me. Her Highness, Gayatri Devi Of Jaipur.
It's such a pity that time has to pass. At the height of her youth, She has been one of Vogue's most beautiful people in the world.To my prejudiced eyes, she is still so beautiful and so elegant.
It reinforces my theory that breeding tells. No matter what you do, if you are well born and well bred, it tells. Like my own grandmother. She, too, was one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen ,in her youth. I don't care how everybody thinks that being cool is so important, how it comprises wearing impossibly tight tops and pants that defy the law of gravity. All I want to do is live up to these women, become like them.
The Poonjar Royal Family ( my family) too has its share of heroes and heroines. Like Col. G.V. Raja. Sportsman par excellence, he was the brother-in-law of the Maharaja Of Travancore.
My grandmother tells me tales of this gentleman taking her to see golf courses and the like, when she was a child. He seemed, to me, to be a courtly and gallant gentleman. He never failed to come and visit my great grandmother.
I like to think of Gayatri Devi, not as she is now, but as she was then. A beautiful princess out of a fairytale. And thus forever will she remain to me. Her Highness, Gayatri Devi Of Jaipur.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Cardinal Sin
There seems to be loads of time to waste but amazingly enough, no time to do stuff that really matters. I have long suspected that there is something amiss about time. It's not really just seconds, minutes and hours. Time is relative. I would say, directly proportional to the interest you take in whatever you are doing.
Sports seem to be in the news a lot these days. Poor Shreesanth. Seems to have learned the hard way that it doesn't pay to be cheeky. The slap from the hefty Singh must have jarred his back teeth. Ouch! Save a little pity for Ronaldo too. He found out a bit too late that the three gorgeous ladies he was with( wait a minute, three !!??!!) were in fact, ahem, men. He must have been drunk bcuz I have never seen transvestites who can actually pass for women.
Kareena Kapoor seems to be creating quite a buzz about her size zero figure. Earlier she looked normal. Now she's just another waif thin, anorexic zombie chick. Ok, maybe I'm just bitter bcuz I've put on a leetle weight. I have this overriding urge to tell Shobha De to go @#$@$%**&%.
Anybody who has read her latest article will agree with me.
A generous relative donated Six books to this starving gal recently. All were the RD condensed book collections. So I read the Agony and The Ecstasy. Very, Very good.
Something funny happened at the airport. I was reading and this insistent, angry voice was jabbering away somewhere close. I discovered that the source was a man behind my chair . He was lecturing his daughter and a few minutes of unobtrusive eavesdropping revealed all. Apparently, the gal was gonna marry someone her parents did'nt approve of. Her Dad was giving her a piece of his mind( a very considerable one). And by the look of it, the dude was not someone you mite want to marry. To each his own.
Back to the IPL. So, the cheerleaders are wearing skimpy clothes , are they? I would like to know, who wants to see cheerleaders in jumpsuits? Not me. Anyway, KK( refer above) was wearing something similar but diminished in Tashan. Don't see anyone campaigning against that.
Anyway, there are so many other things to care about. Like global warming, for instance. Or starving children in Africa. But no. They can rot in hell so long as the cheerleaders are fully clothed. Geez!
Ever wonder that when you put crumbs out for birds, they never eat them. But when you try and save something from them, they will probably outwit you and steal it. Why do they call people birdbrains?
Black and white horror movies are so nice. And much scarier. I saw scary movie 4. Funny but not exactly recommended for, say, a parson. I really want to see Sacred Evil.
Can't think of anything else rite now. Wait! Why is this titled Cardinal Sin? I don't know.
Sports seem to be in the news a lot these days. Poor Shreesanth. Seems to have learned the hard way that it doesn't pay to be cheeky. The slap from the hefty Singh must have jarred his back teeth. Ouch! Save a little pity for Ronaldo too. He found out a bit too late that the three gorgeous ladies he was with( wait a minute, three !!??!!) were in fact, ahem, men. He must have been drunk bcuz I have never seen transvestites who can actually pass for women.
Kareena Kapoor seems to be creating quite a buzz about her size zero figure. Earlier she looked normal. Now she's just another waif thin, anorexic zombie chick. Ok, maybe I'm just bitter bcuz I've put on a leetle weight. I have this overriding urge to tell Shobha De to go @#$@$%**&%.
Anybody who has read her latest article will agree with me.
A generous relative donated Six books to this starving gal recently. All were the RD condensed book collections. So I read the Agony and The Ecstasy. Very, Very good.
Something funny happened at the airport. I was reading and this insistent, angry voice was jabbering away somewhere close. I discovered that the source was a man behind my chair . He was lecturing his daughter and a few minutes of unobtrusive eavesdropping revealed all. Apparently, the gal was gonna marry someone her parents did'nt approve of. Her Dad was giving her a piece of his mind( a very considerable one). And by the look of it, the dude was not someone you mite want to marry. To each his own.
Back to the IPL. So, the cheerleaders are wearing skimpy clothes , are they? I would like to know, who wants to see cheerleaders in jumpsuits? Not me. Anyway, KK( refer above) was wearing something similar but diminished in Tashan. Don't see anyone campaigning against that.
Anyway, there are so many other things to care about. Like global warming, for instance. Or starving children in Africa. But no. They can rot in hell so long as the cheerleaders are fully clothed. Geez!
Ever wonder that when you put crumbs out for birds, they never eat them. But when you try and save something from them, they will probably outwit you and steal it. Why do they call people birdbrains?
Black and white horror movies are so nice. And much scarier. I saw scary movie 4. Funny but not exactly recommended for, say, a parson. I really want to see Sacred Evil.
Can't think of anything else rite now. Wait! Why is this titled Cardinal Sin? I don't know.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Revelations Part 1
Well, it's been sum time. The event of the year has come to an end. Feels rather like an anticlimax. Since the last time, certain things have becum very clear. Things i wonder how i cud hav missed in the first place. But there's no time for those now. All a matter of days.
Have agreed to move on one condition: A dog. So at first, i decided i want a big, lethal, fast black dog. Easier said than done. Now I have a name for the dog but no dog. Something tells me I'll have to settle for a little less than what I'm expecting. Call it inituition.
Have seen lotsa chick flicks. The first one 27 dresses. Infuriated me no end. Why would any sane gal fall for her drop dead when u see him boss when a drop dead gorgeous guy is hanging around. The idea is ludicrous. The second one was way better. In fact, i catch myself twirling and singing" Somewhere over the rainbow..." . It's pretty old too. You've got mail. But get this, Mom thinks I walk like Meg Ryan, who does'nt walk but she waddles. No way, Whosane. Anyways, it was what Darla would call awfully romantical.
Have pestered Dad into buying the Feluda series . And it does'nt help that both he and achu call it Falooda. The nerve! But anyway, it's not my job casting pearls before swine, metaphorically speaking of course.
Am totally into this anime called God Save Our King. It accepts homosexuality as a matter of course. The saving grace is that all the guys are ultra-hot. So, no prizes for guessing who's watching it every day.
Sum sorta programme is cumin up in the colony and I will have to sit thru a volley of people with no apparent singing skills sing their tortuous way through everyone's hate filled glares. Then, more people will dance their way through the above, As for me, I'm going only fot, u got it, the food.
On another note, I'm surprised how people turn out to be so different from what they seem. It's like Beauty and The Beast. It's hard not to feel bitter about the whole business. Have ventured out into real world, don't like it, will go back to books. Meanwhile, as Meg Ryan says, there is always the dream of someone else. Ciao.
Have agreed to move on one condition: A dog. So at first, i decided i want a big, lethal, fast black dog. Easier said than done. Now I have a name for the dog but no dog. Something tells me I'll have to settle for a little less than what I'm expecting. Call it inituition.
Have seen lotsa chick flicks. The first one 27 dresses. Infuriated me no end. Why would any sane gal fall for her drop dead when u see him boss when a drop dead gorgeous guy is hanging around. The idea is ludicrous. The second one was way better. In fact, i catch myself twirling and singing" Somewhere over the rainbow..." . It's pretty old too. You've got mail. But get this, Mom thinks I walk like Meg Ryan, who does'nt walk but she waddles. No way, Whosane. Anyways, it was what Darla would call awfully romantical.
Have pestered Dad into buying the Feluda series . And it does'nt help that both he and achu call it Falooda. The nerve! But anyway, it's not my job casting pearls before swine, metaphorically speaking of course.
Am totally into this anime called God Save Our King. It accepts homosexuality as a matter of course. The saving grace is that all the guys are ultra-hot. So, no prizes for guessing who's watching it every day.
Sum sorta programme is cumin up in the colony and I will have to sit thru a volley of people with no apparent singing skills sing their tortuous way through everyone's hate filled glares. Then, more people will dance their way through the above, As for me, I'm going only fot, u got it, the food.
On another note, I'm surprised how people turn out to be so different from what they seem. It's like Beauty and The Beast. It's hard not to feel bitter about the whole business. Have ventured out into real world, don't like it, will go back to books. Meanwhile, as Meg Ryan says, there is always the dream of someone else. Ciao.
Monday, January 7, 2008
New Year Blues
Happy New Year! Tho is it, I wonder? Benazir Bhutto's dead and lotsa mentally deranged people got their kicks on new year by groping innocent females. Yeah, tht sounds like a great beginning to the new year. On the personal front, I kickstarted it by appearing for my prelims. Here's the deal on that. The teachers told us the sample papers are gonna cum and they did. So wateva happened to good old-fashioned testing? Thnx to that tho, I dont luk as if I've fought WW III by myself.
Back to Bhutto. Pakistan's mourning the death of their new spokesman for democracy. Not to sound critical, but the woman willed her leadership of the party to her son. Since when does that define democracy? Add to that the rumours that she finished off her brothers and the contoversies surrounding her primeministership and you have a very pretty pie.
As for the mass groping thing, why is it tht we never hear about women gangraping a man or mass groping him? That should give one something to think about.
Am already making loads of plans for after the boards. For eg, learn to cook, play the guitar, read loadsa books and watch my fav movies in sequence. Then stock up on tranquilizers and equip a secret underground base for exile. That shud do it.
Had lots of fun askin people wat they did for the new year and then airing my own exploits...hee hee! Told them I went to a party and danced the night away. Now that is technically correct but wat lies beneath is another story.
Two more xams to go and then it's the big one. Nxt is English, so lo and behold! Yours truly is relaxed and contemptuous..
Was jus reading up on the pimple-crush theory. Yu kno the one where if u hav a pimple , someone has a crush on you. Oh yeah, then i must have hundreds of secret admirers in varying degrees of intensity. A nice thought, that.
New addition to the family. Varun's got a baby brother and his name is Mayur( I reget to say that they passed over my better suggestions for the name). My only grouse is the kid's 17 years younger. When I'm 34, he'll be 17.... Yikes! Consolation: He's 18 years younger than Anu. Aha!
The other thing is totally dead now. Was stupid to think it might work. Time to plod on, there's no rest for the wicked.
Am manifesting an unusual interest in carnatic classical music. Have heard of people driven to wierd things due to stress but first tiner for me. Still, it does sound pretty good/
The Miss France controversy has me boggled. Can understand the bit about the crucifix. But what in heaven's name defines provocative yoghurt eating?
Shocking announcement: I was not quite sober on new year's eve. I was as drunk as you get on a sip of wine. Ok. mebbe two sips.( Under adult supervision, of course! I can just see my halo beginning to form)
Have rambled on and on. Will stop here. Be back at not the same time but hopefully the same place.
Back to Bhutto. Pakistan's mourning the death of their new spokesman for democracy. Not to sound critical, but the woman willed her leadership of the party to her son. Since when does that define democracy? Add to that the rumours that she finished off her brothers and the contoversies surrounding her primeministership and you have a very pretty pie.
As for the mass groping thing, why is it tht we never hear about women gangraping a man or mass groping him? That should give one something to think about.
Am already making loads of plans for after the boards. For eg, learn to cook, play the guitar, read loadsa books and watch my fav movies in sequence. Then stock up on tranquilizers and equip a secret underground base for exile. That shud do it.
Had lots of fun askin people wat they did for the new year and then airing my own exploits...hee hee! Told them I went to a party and danced the night away. Now that is technically correct but wat lies beneath is another story.
Two more xams to go and then it's the big one. Nxt is English, so lo and behold! Yours truly is relaxed and contemptuous..
Was jus reading up on the pimple-crush theory. Yu kno the one where if u hav a pimple , someone has a crush on you. Oh yeah, then i must have hundreds of secret admirers in varying degrees of intensity. A nice thought, that.
New addition to the family. Varun's got a baby brother and his name is Mayur( I reget to say that they passed over my better suggestions for the name). My only grouse is the kid's 17 years younger. When I'm 34, he'll be 17.... Yikes! Consolation: He's 18 years younger than Anu. Aha!
The other thing is totally dead now. Was stupid to think it might work. Time to plod on, there's no rest for the wicked.
Am manifesting an unusual interest in carnatic classical music. Have heard of people driven to wierd things due to stress but first tiner for me. Still, it does sound pretty good/
The Miss France controversy has me boggled. Can understand the bit about the crucifix. But what in heaven's name defines provocative yoghurt eating?
Shocking announcement: I was not quite sober on new year's eve. I was as drunk as you get on a sip of wine. Ok. mebbe two sips.( Under adult supervision, of course! I can just see my halo beginning to form)
Have rambled on and on. Will stop here. Be back at not the same time but hopefully the same place.
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