Trying somethign new. Tell me what you think
Zigzagging through ziggurats,
Enjoying the feeling of smooth
Pebbles beneath my toes -
Hues of blue and red
Run into one another,
As I smile and turn the page
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My life confuses me-
A lot of a little, and a little of a lot
Remains fragmented in a spiral brain
Illuminated by a candle -
Lit to find what was lost
Yet burning long after
Night has given way to day
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Sunday, December 31, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
I've had some time on my hands...
so here goes:
and interestingly enough,
the two most egotistical signs in the zodiac!Now That's gotta say something!! :D
there were also the others, all in the 50s and 60s, (which is jus proofof how mixed up i am) but this was uincanny, so its up here
so here goes:
| You are 73% Scorpio |
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| You are 73% Leo |
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the two most egotistical signs in the zodiac!Now That's gotta say something!! :D
there were also the others, all in the 50s and 60s, (which is jus proofof how mixed up i am) but this was uincanny, so its up here
Sunday, November 05, 2006
I know it's long, but... this is gonna be my last, front-page byline, for a while, and i love it (Of course, this version is the result of many sessions in the recycle bin often called the editing table) :D so please be kind, and comment.
Lotsa luv,
ME
Ahmedabad, November 4: Salicornia brachiata might not actually be a magic spell, but the plant is quite magical — it yields edible salt. This intriguing characteristic of salicornia, has the Central Salt and Marine Chemical Research Institute (CSMCRI) in Bhavnagar grow it on about 100 hectares of land.
Now, the CSMCRI has intensified research on this plant after they found a way to extract salt from it in 2002. The institute tried to grow the plants in an artificial environment at a field in Hathab. ‘‘But it didn’t work out well. In order to study it better, we needed to increase the quantity. So we worked on densifying it in its natural habitat,’’ says Dr MP Reddy, in charge of the study at CSMCRI. ‘‘Last year, we had about 60 hectares under salicornia cover. This year we have reached 100,’’ he adds. The ‘field’ covers about 45-50 km of coastal areas across the State.
The green fleshy shrubs, grow in marshy coastal areas and do not require fresh water for irrigation. Salicornia absorbs seawater and stores the excess salt, much like a potato stores starch.
Since it occupies otherwise infertile, saline land, the increased salicornia cover means an increase in green cover in the area. This automatically translates into more carbon credits for the country, explains Dr Reddy. The fact that it grows wild, makes it easy to densify, he said.
The technology for salicornia salt extraction, protected under a US patent, has been licensed locally, and the product is markedly saltier than table salt and is already available commercially as ‘Saloni’. ‘‘The difference in taste is rather inexplicable,’’ says Dr Pushpito Ghosh, Director CSMCRI.
Dr Reddy clarifies that sodium chloride, the main component of table salt, is what gives it its flavour. ‘‘Salicornia salt, on the other hand, contains a mix of potassium chloride and iodine, as well as other micronutrients, bringing down the ratio of sodium chloride. So, technically it should be less salty,’’ he says.
Dr Reddy, like Dr Ghosh, refers to the salicornia salt, as a ‘nutraceutical’, since the natural mix of nutrients, including calcium, magnesium, iron, copper and zinc, have led to a number of local doctors prescribing it in addition to traditional medicines for blood pressure. Currently, CSMCRI is working toward creating ‘a tailor-made salt,’ containing variable quantities of component nutrients, as per individual requirements.
Salicornia cultivation is also an economically viable process. Apart from salt extraction, the seed of the plant yields oil, rich in linoleic acid; the tips of the shoots are edible, too. ‘‘But only while the plant is tender,’’ warns Dr Reddy. ‘‘As the plant gets more mature and reaches the flowering stage, they develop more fibre. And then, it turns red and bitter,’’ he explains.
‘‘We briefly experimented in exporting fresh shoots, to the Netherlands, for use in salads,’’ reveals Dr Ghosh, adding that though the shoots were sold at about $8, per kg. ‘‘The freight charges made it non-viable.’’ The Director admits to being partial to the salty shoots.
Dr Reddy also vetoes the idea of national exports. ‘‘We already have too many things to eat in our country. Not too many people would prefer a wild plant.’’
Although, still in preliminary stages of research, Dr Reddy reveals that there is a possibility that the plant, in its mature phase, could contain leutin, an anti-ageing agent. If his observation proves true, salicornia research could soon, pay for itself.
Lotsa luv,
ME
Ahmedabad, November 4: Salicornia brachiata might not actually be a magic spell, but the plant is quite magical — it yields edible salt. This intriguing characteristic of salicornia, has the Central Salt and Marine Chemical Research Institute (CSMCRI) in Bhavnagar grow it on about 100 hectares of land.
Now, the CSMCRI has intensified research on this plant after they found a way to extract salt from it in 2002. The institute tried to grow the plants in an artificial environment at a field in Hathab. ‘‘But it didn’t work out well. In order to study it better, we needed to increase the quantity. So we worked on densifying it in its natural habitat,’’ says Dr MP Reddy, in charge of the study at CSMCRI. ‘‘Last year, we had about 60 hectares under salicornia cover. This year we have reached 100,’’ he adds. The ‘field’ covers about 45-50 km of coastal areas across the State.
The green fleshy shrubs, grow in marshy coastal areas and do not require fresh water for irrigation. Salicornia absorbs seawater and stores the excess salt, much like a potato stores starch.
Since it occupies otherwise infertile, saline land, the increased salicornia cover means an increase in green cover in the area. This automatically translates into more carbon credits for the country, explains Dr Reddy. The fact that it grows wild, makes it easy to densify, he said.
The technology for salicornia salt extraction, protected under a US patent, has been licensed locally, and the product is markedly saltier than table salt and is already available commercially as ‘Saloni’. ‘‘The difference in taste is rather inexplicable,’’ says Dr Pushpito Ghosh, Director CSMCRI.
Dr Reddy clarifies that sodium chloride, the main component of table salt, is what gives it its flavour. ‘‘Salicornia salt, on the other hand, contains a mix of potassium chloride and iodine, as well as other micronutrients, bringing down the ratio of sodium chloride. So, technically it should be less salty,’’ he says.
Dr Reddy, like Dr Ghosh, refers to the salicornia salt, as a ‘nutraceutical’, since the natural mix of nutrients, including calcium, magnesium, iron, copper and zinc, have led to a number of local doctors prescribing it in addition to traditional medicines for blood pressure. Currently, CSMCRI is working toward creating ‘a tailor-made salt,’ containing variable quantities of component nutrients, as per individual requirements.
Salicornia cultivation is also an economically viable process. Apart from salt extraction, the seed of the plant yields oil, rich in linoleic acid; the tips of the shoots are edible, too. ‘‘But only while the plant is tender,’’ warns Dr Reddy. ‘‘As the plant gets more mature and reaches the flowering stage, they develop more fibre. And then, it turns red and bitter,’’ he explains.
‘‘We briefly experimented in exporting fresh shoots, to the Netherlands, for use in salads,’’ reveals Dr Ghosh, adding that though the shoots were sold at about $8, per kg. ‘‘The freight charges made it non-viable.’’ The Director admits to being partial to the salty shoots.
Dr Reddy also vetoes the idea of national exports. ‘‘We already have too many things to eat in our country. Not too many people would prefer a wild plant.’’
Although, still in preliminary stages of research, Dr Reddy reveals that there is a possibility that the plant, in its mature phase, could contain leutin, an anti-ageing agent. If his observation proves true, salicornia research could soon, pay for itself.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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Sunday, October 22, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
The Muse is Out
A blank page stares up at me
As I attempt to sift through volleys of word.
Shot at me from my subconscious
The search for meaning is soon aborted.
Words swirl around my head
The vortex is a migrane
Thoughts remain half-formed.
The consistance of a bad souffle.
I make a desperate call
The phone rings, is answered.
"I'm sorry to have missed your call..."
The muse is out.
A blank page stares up at me
As I attempt to sift through volleys of word.
Shot at me from my subconscious
The search for meaning is soon aborted.
Words swirl around my head
The vortex is a migrane
Thoughts remain half-formed.
The consistance of a bad souffle.
I make a desperate call
The phone rings, is answered.
"I'm sorry to have missed your call..."
The muse is out.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
WHITE NOISE
I sit, staring into nothingness
Drowning in a sea of diluted thoughts.
Dreams, once technicolored, fade to black
Fanstasies, mere sailboats in a tumultous sea
My brain reflects others thoughts,
Shimmering wisps glinting off mirrors well-bronzed
People around me, beg to be watched.
Nameless faces, faceless names, merge one into another
I see, but am I looking?
I hear, but do I listen?
I exist. But do I live?
Sunday, October 08, 2006
NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT
;)
What Kind of Smile are You?
You're the psychotic grin,and no one can quite tell if you're insane or just really hyper.You scare people,and i mean scare them a lot.Kati'd be friends with you though.You two could have sleepovers together and make pasta at 4 am.
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What Kind of Smile are You?
You're the psychotic grin,and no one can quite tell if you're insane or just really hyper.You scare people,and i mean scare them a lot.Kati'd be friends with you though.You two could have sleepovers together and make pasta at 4 am.
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WUDJA BELIEVE THIS????
What is your French name?
Your French name is~Belle~It means 'beautiful'. You have a beautiful personality and are probably just as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside. You are probably popular and have lots of friends. People love to be around you, for one reason or another. You love to be surrounded by people and feel involved and accepted. Although you sometimes wonder if you are accepted for who you really are...
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What is your French name?
Your French name is~Belle~It means 'beautiful'. You have a beautiful personality and are probably just as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside. You are probably popular and have lots of friends. People love to be around you, for one reason or another. You love to be surrounded by people and feel involved and accepted. Although you sometimes wonder if you are accepted for who you really are...
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
I've been thinking...
How could they do this to us? no nine planets? we're going back to pre 1930 days.. I could and would go on about this, but i think Michael Alison Chandler and Mary Otto have it covered in their Washington Post article How the Facts Align (Go check it out.. Really worth a read)
Now back to my own meandering questions....
Is the cosmos rewinding or looping, on some far out plane? Is that why our concepts of time are changing? If there was a hiccup in my current plane of time and space, would i even know it? Would my life reloop over a certain 'time' frame? like that movie 'groundhog day' i think it was called. It's strange how movies are making me question the universe... Like last night's I heart Huckabees ( no! it's not I love Huckabees ask wiki)... Are we all micro-parts of the blanket? or is there too much Chaos for order to survive? If im in the blanket, who decides which part? Does `which part' really matter??
Either way, I've realised a few truths about myself -
1. I did not wake up hallucinating last night at 3.45. My neighbours WERE awake, and they CAN be that loud!!
2. I like quirky. If something's quirky, it just means there aren't enuf ppl who care abt it. If there were, there'd be a category.. I think that's what happened with smart/dumb, right/wrong, funny/otherwise, ... quirky means there aren't enuf ppl who relate to it. SIMPLE.
3. I have gone so used to, and scared of, saying, "I don't know", I've stopped asking questions... (till i found myself awake at 4 am with nothing else to do)
4. I believe that with enough chaos, comes order. I also believe, that there is order in the universe, even if I haven't found it yet.
5.I believe in love, but that does not mean I'm not shit scared at the thought of it. Obsession is so much easier. (no risks an all, in case u wonderin what that's about.)
6. I also believe that love, not faith, can move mountains. How can there be trust, if there is no love?
Can there be one without the other?
7. I pretend.
8.I believe most people, especially me, hide behind a facade called activity. I, for one figure that if ppl think i'm busy doin somethin, it won't matter that i dont feel or think about what really matters.
9. I believe that even shit happens for a reason.
10. I'm scared I might grow up some day, or worse, wake up one day, and wish i'd grown up.. (DON'T ever want that to happen.
I think this is the most honest i've been with myself in a while. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.
How could they do this to us? no nine planets? we're going back to pre 1930 days.. I could and would go on about this, but i think Michael Alison Chandler and Mary Otto have it covered in their Washington Post article How the Facts Align (Go check it out.. Really worth a read)
Now back to my own meandering questions....
Is the cosmos rewinding or looping, on some far out plane? Is that why our concepts of time are changing? If there was a hiccup in my current plane of time and space, would i even know it? Would my life reloop over a certain 'time' frame? like that movie 'groundhog day' i think it was called. It's strange how movies are making me question the universe... Like last night's I heart Huckabees ( no! it's not I love Huckabees ask wiki)... Are we all micro-parts of the blanket? or is there too much Chaos for order to survive? If im in the blanket, who decides which part? Does `which part' really matter??
Either way, I've realised a few truths about myself -
1. I did not wake up hallucinating last night at 3.45. My neighbours WERE awake, and they CAN be that loud!!
2. I like quirky. If something's quirky, it just means there aren't enuf ppl who care abt it. If there were, there'd be a category.. I think that's what happened with smart/dumb, right/wrong, funny/otherwise, ... quirky means there aren't enuf ppl who relate to it. SIMPLE.
3. I have gone so used to, and scared of, saying, "I don't know", I've stopped asking questions... (till i found myself awake at 4 am with nothing else to do)
4. I believe that with enough chaos, comes order. I also believe, that there is order in the universe, even if I haven't found it yet.
5.I believe in love, but that does not mean I'm not shit scared at the thought of it. Obsession is so much easier. (no risks an all, in case u wonderin what that's about.)
6. I also believe that love, not faith, can move mountains. How can there be trust, if there is no love?
Can there be one without the other?
7. I pretend.
8.I believe most people, especially me, hide behind a facade called activity. I, for one figure that if ppl think i'm busy doin somethin, it won't matter that i dont feel or think about what really matters.
9. I believe that even shit happens for a reason.
10. I'm scared I might grow up some day, or worse, wake up one day, and wish i'd grown up.. (DON'T ever want that to happen.
I think this is the most honest i've been with myself in a while. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.
What it means to be Anglo...
(and how to check if u are one)
Okay, so someone sent me this as a forward, but hey, it makes sense, at least to me, (i think)
Here goes...
Your Aunties and Uncles get REALLY offended if you don't greet them with a 'Mornin', 'G'Afnoon', or 'D'Evenin'
You have a fight or watch a fight on: a) Christmas Dance b) New Years Dance c) A wedding
You say we are White Washing the house for Christmas!!
You think the hottest Anglo tailor is 'Gani' and he left you waiting and hoping on Christmas Eve!
On Christmas you wore a 'coat & skirt' made from 'Garden silk' and patent leather 'coat shoes'!
You walked in late to church and walked out early after communion.
You and your family go to Mass with everyone wearing the same material, Father and Son have the same material shirt, mom and sis have the same material skirts, and when you go back home the same material is used for your curtains and the sofa covers.
You didn't own a tie and a suit but still wore one at the Christmas dance...
Your mama prays to all the saints and every single version of Mother Mary ever known to human kind...
You ran into one of the stalwarts of main road and they went "what macha - long time no see" or "Cousin got any change da, never ate from morning macha" you give them something and they are off...full swing, smile on their face to the grog shop.
You still use words like "grog"
You and 5 other friends pooled in about 10 rupees each to buy a quarter bottle of booze
You walk into a dance with a quarter bottle bulging in your suit pocket
You went to an Anglo dance, and your band, when testing the sound system, spent 30 minutes of 1-2, mike testing, 1-2, mike testing, 1-2, mike testing, 1-2... (you get the picture)
Of all the dances in the world, you know what "Tiger dance" is!
At Anglo weddings, nana says to pass more wedding cake so she can put some in her bag to take 'ome.
You have witnessed the following - Aunty Dolly is laid out and between prayers Uncle Willie wails "How you can leave and go without telling one word chile".
By virtue of growing up around Tamilians, you think it's absolutely "OKAY" to dance in front of a dead body!
You say "Don't get a Kottu from me!!!!!!!"
You say DONO (Don't Know)
You got the "FIJACKS" atleast once in your life. (got the frights/were moody)
All the underwear in your family are called "Jocks", "Jungies" and "Flyingfoxes".
You know exactly what species of ants "bully ants" is.
Your Sunday was longer than your Monday.
You ate "kanjee water & rice" when times were hard!
You have pepperwater, rice and pepper fry for lunch on Saturdays
You have coconut rice, ball curry and devil chutney for lunch on special days.
If Ginger wine and Kul Kuls are a 'must have' at Christmas time.
You are convinced that everyone else in India is a bloody pye dog , Pariah Bugger or Wog.
You refer to every guy as "bugger" in a conversation.
You buy Jow and Bones along with the meat.
You use the phrase How mad nah!!! and if u use "blimming and blinking" in every other sentence (still don't know
what they mean - as swear words)
You use the phrase "thatny" - for that only
You respond with a "Namind (never mind)Child"
You willingly go to the market to make some extra pais (paise).
You smoke half a buggie (beedi) or fag (cigarette) now and keep the other half for after lunch.
You asked your mum where something was that you misplaced and she answers. "On my head"
You walked in your short pants and T-shirt to the natta shop down the road or drove around on your bike to your friend's place like that.
You know what a natta shop is.
You're at British or Lala's and thinking "look at these pies how they 'beep' up the place".
You've been for one of the dances organised by Passange.
Your mama told you, "I'll slipper you, mind!"
If I said 'Who' and you replied Mother Boo!
You know the answer to the riddle "Where was Moses when the lights went out?"
You played "Miss Mary Mac", "Ice-cream soda" and "who stole the cookie from the cookie pot" during school
breaks
You've sung "Ging gang gooly..." at Sunday school or wherever!
You played Ringa Ringa Roses, Ringing the duck, Dog Shots, Musical chairs, n sung Hotel California more than
a dozen times.
You sing "She'll be coming down the mountain..." to & from a picnic.......
You stuck a pin in the bottom of your rubber slipper strap to save yourself from buying a new strap.
You think 'She wears my ring' and 'Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone' are still the two hottest songs
in the world.
Somebody calls you "dorai" or "missi amma"
You're working in a call center even though you haven't finished your 10th std
You often refer to yourself as an "Angloinyin"
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and o,
"Where was Moses when the lights went out?"
"In the dark".. hey.. don shoot the messenger!!
---------------------------
(and how to check if u are one)
Okay, so someone sent me this as a forward, but hey, it makes sense, at least to me, (i think)
Here goes...
Your Aunties and Uncles get REALLY offended if you don't greet them with a 'Mornin', 'G'Afnoon', or 'D'Evenin'
You have a fight or watch a fight on: a) Christmas Dance b) New Years Dance c) A wedding
You say we are White Washing the house for Christmas!!
You think the hottest Anglo tailor is 'Gani' and he left you waiting and hoping on Christmas Eve!
On Christmas you wore a 'coat & skirt' made from 'Garden silk' and patent leather 'coat shoes'!
You walked in late to church and walked out early after communion.
You and your family go to Mass with everyone wearing the same material, Father and Son have the same material shirt, mom and sis have the same material skirts, and when you go back home the same material is used for your curtains and the sofa covers.
You didn't own a tie and a suit but still wore one at the Christmas dance...
Your mama prays to all the saints and every single version of Mother Mary ever known to human kind...
You ran into one of the stalwarts of main road and they went "what macha - long time no see" or "Cousin got any change da, never ate from morning macha" you give them something and they are off...full swing, smile on their face to the grog shop.
You still use words like "grog"
You and 5 other friends pooled in about 10 rupees each to buy a quarter bottle of booze
You walk into a dance with a quarter bottle bulging in your suit pocket
You went to an Anglo dance, and your band, when testing the sound system, spent 30 minutes of 1-2, mike testing, 1-2, mike testing, 1-2, mike testing, 1-2... (you get the picture)
Of all the dances in the world, you know what "Tiger dance" is!
At Anglo weddings, nana says to pass more wedding cake so she can put some in her bag to take 'ome.
You have witnessed the following - Aunty Dolly is laid out and between prayers Uncle Willie wails "How you can leave and go without telling one word chile".
By virtue of growing up around Tamilians, you think it's absolutely "OKAY" to dance in front of a dead body!
You say "Don't get a Kottu from me!!!!!!!"
You say DONO (Don't Know)
You got the "FIJACKS" atleast once in your life. (got the frights/were moody)
All the underwear in your family are called "Jocks", "Jungies" and "Flyingfoxes".
You know exactly what species of ants "bully ants" is.
Your Sunday was longer than your Monday.
You ate "kanjee water & rice" when times were hard!
You have pepperwater, rice and pepper fry for lunch on Saturdays
You have coconut rice, ball curry and devil chutney for lunch on special days.
If Ginger wine and Kul Kuls are a 'must have' at Christmas time.
You are convinced that everyone else in India is a bloody pye dog , Pariah Bugger or Wog.
You refer to every guy as "bugger" in a conversation.
You buy Jow and Bones along with the meat.
You use the phrase How mad nah!!! and if u use "blimming and blinking" in every other sentence (still don't know
what they mean - as swear words)
You use the phrase "thatny" - for that only
You respond with a "Namind (never mind)Child"
You willingly go to the market to make some extra pais (paise).
You smoke half a buggie (beedi) or fag (cigarette) now and keep the other half for after lunch.
You asked your mum where something was that you misplaced and she answers. "On my head"
You walked in your short pants and T-shirt to the natta shop down the road or drove around on your bike to your friend's place like that.
You know what a natta shop is.
You're at British or Lala's and thinking "look at these pies how they 'beep' up the place".
You've been for one of the dances organised by Passange.
Your mama told you, "I'll slipper you, mind!"
If I said 'Who' and you replied Mother Boo!
You know the answer to the riddle "Where was Moses when the lights went out?"
You played "Miss Mary Mac", "Ice-cream soda" and "who stole the cookie from the cookie pot" during school
breaks
You've sung "Ging gang gooly..." at Sunday school or wherever!
You played Ringa Ringa Roses, Ringing the duck, Dog Shots, Musical chairs, n sung Hotel California more than
a dozen times.
You sing "She'll be coming down the mountain..." to & from a picnic.......
You stuck a pin in the bottom of your rubber slipper strap to save yourself from buying a new strap.
You think 'She wears my ring' and 'Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone' are still the two hottest songs
in the world.
Somebody calls you "dorai" or "missi amma"
You're working in a call center even though you haven't finished your 10th std
You often refer to yourself as an "Angloinyin"
------------
and o,
"Where was Moses when the lights went out?"
"In the dark".. hey.. don shoot the messenger!!
---------------------------
Thursday, August 10, 2006
It's strange how beautiful muddy river water can be, as it twirls beneath the bridge you're standing on
It's strange how u can live most of ur life in a city, and yet be a stranger to its secrets...
It's strange how bits of a song can stick in your head and pop out at the appropriate moment
It's strange how much of an impact people leave on one anothe, without meaning to...
It's strange how one true cliches are...
It's strange how much one person's life can change in a day... a moment....
It's strange how strange one just can be
It's strange how much i love me.
I wonder if i'd marry me...
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Narcissistic or wat???
It's strange how u can live most of ur life in a city, and yet be a stranger to its secrets...
It's strange how bits of a song can stick in your head and pop out at the appropriate moment
It's strange how much of an impact people leave on one anothe, without meaning to...
It's strange how one true cliches are...
It's strange how much one person's life can change in a day... a moment....
It's strange how strange one just can be
It's strange how much i love me.
I wonder if i'd marry me...
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Narcissistic or wat???
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Fair friend of man,
Prometheus was,
Who brought them fire
An inspired the great holy wars
Fire came to earth,
With the Gods' own ire:
He was bound night and day,
for stealing the fire.
Prometheus lay shattered
As the gods watch in mirth
At a hungry bird
Checking his liver's daily growth.
Then the Son of Zeus
Hercules was his name,
Slaying the bird, he won
a round in that celestial game
-------
Promethus lies unbound
Free, yet still in pain...
The shackles are gone,
but the memories remain.
Nights are disturbed
by slivers of shadows
As niggling doubts
into nightmares flow
Can time really heal
An unbroken heart
That was sliced into two,
Right at the start?
Prometheus was,
Who brought them fire
An inspired the great holy wars
Fire came to earth,
With the Gods' own ire:
He was bound night and day,
for stealing the fire.
Prometheus lay shattered
As the gods watch in mirth
At a hungry bird
Checking his liver's daily growth.
Then the Son of Zeus
Hercules was his name,
Slaying the bird, he won
a round in that celestial game
-------
Promethus lies unbound
Free, yet still in pain...
The shackles are gone,
but the memories remain.
Nights are disturbed
by slivers of shadows
As niggling doubts
into nightmares flow
Can time really heal
An unbroken heart
That was sliced into two,
Right at the start?
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Ronald McDonald's tired of grinning
"I'm tired of smiling," confessed Ronald McDonald on Tuesday. "I've been at it for 8 years now! gimme a bre
ak!" he growled, visibly upset. The man often seen outside a popular chain of family restaurants that bear his name, explains, "For the first three years, it was fun. Then it got boring. Now it's just plain annoying". When his heart rate returned to normal, Ronald denied rumors that his impending retirement may not necessarily be voluntary. "I do not have dental problems," he said.
"Do you see these pearly whites? They're mine... all mine..." he asserted stoutly before being overcome by a fit of manaical laughter. Once the laughter subsided, however, he acknowledged that his "lower jaw does tend to hurt occasionally", Scottish lilt in place. He continued to maintain that his jaw has no connection with his plans for retirement asking, "How long can a guy keep grinning in the hope that some kid, somewhere will smile back?" He later confided another and possibly the most important reason for his proposed retirement- "I miss wearing a kilt."
"I'm tired of smiling," confessed Ronald McDonald on Tuesday. "I've been at it for 8 years now! gimme a bre
ak!" he growled, visibly upset. The man often seen outside a popular chain of family restaurants that bear his name, explains, "For the first three years, it was fun. Then it got boring. Now it's just plain annoying". When his heart rate returned to normal, Ronald denied rumors that his impending retirement may not necessarily be voluntary. "I do not have dental problems," he said."Do you see these pearly whites? They're mine... all mine..." he asserted stoutly before being overcome by a fit of manaical laughter. Once the laughter subsided, however, he acknowledged that his "lower jaw does tend to hurt occasionally", Scottish lilt in place. He continued to maintain that his jaw has no connection with his plans for retirement asking, "How long can a guy keep grinning in the hope that some kid, somewhere will smile back?" He later confided another and possibly the most important reason for his proposed retirement- "I miss wearing a kilt."
Sunday, July 09, 2006
How can anyone be honest with others if they aren't honest with themselves? Even if they are honest, how many people know who they are, or what they stand for? And i believe that no one can be at ease with themselves unless they are aware of these things. How can anyone be expected to be comfortable with someone else, if they aren't comfortable with themselves? Any answers?
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
II
The curtains are drawn across the stage
Lights fade out slowly
Till total darkness prevails
Suddenly, a flash of phosphorence
The stage lights up. The spotlight is on,
Radiant- even through the darkened screen
Drama unfolds before unblinking eyes
Shielded by the pouring rain
The sky - a chameleon:
Red, Orange, Black,
Interspersed by violent white.
The darkness looms, occasionally,
Lights soon return, and zigzagging paths
Mark the stairway to heaven.
Lights go off, come on again...
The darkness has not a chance.
I turn off my night light
Staring through a shut window
At Ma Nature's spectacular display
Act one is over, the curtain reopens
The stars come out, their time for hiding has past.
It's the clouds, this time-
The wind appears - a major player,
The earth heaves a sigh of dry relief
Black turns to grey, and grey to white
But not for long, the show must go on
So the curtains will be drawn,
The spotlight will come on,
Act Two will follow, And three...
And four... And five...
The curtains are drawn across the stage
Lights fade out slowly
Till total darkness prevails
Suddenly, a flash of phosphorence
The stage lights up. The spotlight is on,
Radiant- even through the darkened screen
Drama unfolds before unblinking eyes
Shielded by the pouring rain
The sky - a chameleon:
Red, Orange, Black,
Interspersed by violent white.
The darkness looms, occasionally,
Lights soon return, and zigzagging paths
Mark the stairway to heaven.
Lights go off, come on again...
The darkness has not a chance.
I turn off my night light
Staring through a shut window
At Ma Nature's spectacular display
Act one is over, the curtain reopens
The stars come out, their time for hiding has past.
It's the clouds, this time-
The wind appears - a major player,
The earth heaves a sigh of dry relief
Black turns to grey, and grey to white
But not for long, the show must go on
So the curtains will be drawn,
The spotlight will come on,
Act Two will follow, And three...
And four... And five...
Thursday, June 29, 2006
PART I
Dark clouds part a mezzotinted sky
While the petrichord rises from the earth
Wave after wave, almost an assault
As senses awaken. One at a time
Heavenly Tears, they've oft been called
That flow when Gaea takes the fall
For ornery children's hearts impure
Then tears turn torrential, even temerous
Thor and Ty, thunderously ally
To capture images of a luminous night
While gushing gauntlets gather force
Unshielded souls shatter to smithereens
Yet, diaphanous blooms in glorious disarray
Soak up the shadows of the rainbow
And hormones surge as Jupiter awakens,
Emotions direct, not rhyme nor reason.
(Not too sure if this has any kinda continuance.. would love some feedback.. pleeaz? decided to stop here for now. so, part 1)
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Midnight Musings I
I sit to write, and stars appear
Before my eyes
White contrasts with white
Music fades -in and out-
surreptiously in the background
Creating, or destroying,
(I know not which)
the moment words begin to flow.
The stars begin to fade...
but not from my eyes
as I sit, starry-eyed
In awe of the world...
in puzzlement -
of superconductors,
LPG engines,
Modifed salt crystals,
Reattached fingers
that once were dead.
Images cloud my mind
White on white no longer
The stars disappear...
Only to be replaced
by spots of varying greys
I know not which to gaze upon
To form a pixelated Image
Of life, as it passes me by.
I sit to write, and stars appear
Before my eyes
White contrasts with white
Music fades -in and out-
surreptiously in the background
Creating, or destroying,
(I know not which)
the moment words begin to flow.
The stars begin to fade...
but not from my eyes
as I sit, starry-eyed
In awe of the world...
in puzzlement -
of superconductors,
LPG engines,
Modifed salt crystals,
Reattached fingers
that once were dead.
Images cloud my mind
White on white no longer
The stars disappear...
Only to be replaced
by spots of varying greys
I know not which to gaze upon
To form a pixelated Image
Of life, as it passes me by.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Here's another post from work... (except that this is closer to my original story) some things u just can't help ;)
From the lab to the salt pan, from protein molecules to your plate... Scientists at the Central Salt and Marine Chemical Research Institute in Bhavnagar have re-defined the "free-flowing" in free-flowing salt. They have used Glycine, an amino acid, to change the shape of salt crystals from six-sided cubes to a relatively more rotund 12-sided structure called a rhomboid dodecahedron. This means that salt crystals will now be less likely to stick to each other and the sides of your salt-shaker, even in the monsoons.
Normally, Sodium and Chlorine ions get stacked close together, giving salt its cubic structure. Scientists at the Institute studied the spacing of the ions and found that it was similar to that of glycine. They also found that when glycine was added to a saline solution, it stopped the growth of the crystals from the sides, thus changing its shape. “The glycine molecule essentially sits on top of the salt molecule and causes the cube’s sharp edges to wear away. So the salt crystals won’t stick together. It’s like a ball bearing,” explains Dr Pushpito Ghosh, director of the Institute, adding “With only one point of contact, the crystal is more likely to roll off a surface”.
Usually, any moisture will cause a minuscule amount of salt to dissolve. When the water evaporates, salt crystals tend to stick together. Glycine is also more resistant to water, so damp weather would not affect the modified crystals as much.
Glycine, being am amino acid, is part of the body’s genetic make-up leaving no question of health risks, clarified Dr Ghosh.
Possibly the most interesting part of this discovery, is that it would be viable in a country like India where maximum salt production occurs by natural evaporation. “Our initial fears that minerals and other salts present in sea water would be a problem proved needless,” says Dr Ghosh. As of now, the initial costs of glycine could inhibit mass production. “But we are working on that little detail,” says Dr Ghosh, talking of recycling excess glycine as a viable option. “Anyway, only minuscule amounts of glycine actually go into the salt crystals”.
A detailed paper on this freshly patented technique is due to appear in this year's July 5 edition of The Journal of Crystal Growth and Design, an international research publication.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
HOW COULD I NOT POST THIS?
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Sunday, June 11, 2006
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The State was jolted when terrorists targeted a tourist bus in Srinagar killing four persons from Surat. This sparked off a series of protests by various organisations. VHP was the most vocal and had called for a boycott of Kashmir. But the tragedy and its aftermath have not affected the flow of Amarnath pilgrims from the State this year. In fact, the numbers have reached a new high. As of now, the registration trend shows the number of Amarnath pilgrims this year will be much higher than that of last year.
According to Jammu and Kashmir Bank, which is the nodal agency for registration of pilgrims, this year’s figure has already crossed last year’s. ‘‘Last year, it was about 6,500. This year, registrations have already crossed this figure and we expect about 17,000 pilgrims from Ahmedabad alone. On May 31, as many as 1,200 people registered. Since then, the daily average is about 800,’’ said Kidarnath Dhar, assistant general manager of the bank in Ahmedabad. For this year, the Jammu and Kashmir government has also increased the Gujarat quota of pilgrims to 54,600 from last year’s 21,000. This quota is to be monitored by the Jammu and Kashmir Bank and it is independent of the number of registrations done by private tour operators.
The break-up of the quota (of 54,600) is like this: 16,800 each for the C G Road, Vadodara and Surat branches of the bank; 4,200 for Satellite branch.
This year the actual yatra is during July 15-August 9.
Private tour operators say this year they are receiving more registrations. It was only for a few days after the terrorist attack on the tourist bus last month that killed seven tourists from Surat, that people were not showing much interest in going to the Valley. But that was just for a short period.
Like Ramesh Thakkar’s Navbharat Tours and Travels has so far made 500 registrations, against last year’s 350. Their target is 1,000 reservations. ‘‘We hope to register this much,’’ said Thakkar.
Chandrakant Shah of Sri Vardayini Travels says till now 200 pilgrims have registered with him, whereas last year the figure was 180. ‘‘The figure will go up, and this year the business is good,’’ said Shah. For regular pilgrim Hemant Khosti, this year’s yatra will be his 15th. ‘‘This year, I am taking my 16-year-old son with me. I was there when the terrorist attack on the tourist bus took place, but that was just one-time incident,’’ says Khosti.
There’s no stopping them:
J-K Bank, which registers pilgrims, expects the numbers to cross 17,000 against 6,500 last year.Looking at the response, J-K Govt has increased State quota from 21,000 last year to 54,600.Private tour operators say they have crossed targets.
Is this the kinda writing i really wanna be doing all my life?
According to Jammu and Kashmir Bank, which is the nodal agency for registration of pilgrims, this year’s figure has already crossed last year’s. ‘‘Last year, it was about 6,500. This year, registrations have already crossed this figure and we expect about 17,000 pilgrims from Ahmedabad alone. On May 31, as many as 1,200 people registered. Since then, the daily average is about 800,’’ said Kidarnath Dhar, assistant general manager of the bank in Ahmedabad. For this year, the Jammu and Kashmir government has also increased the Gujarat quota of pilgrims to 54,600 from last year’s 21,000. This quota is to be monitored by the Jammu and Kashmir Bank and it is independent of the number of registrations done by private tour operators.
The break-up of the quota (of 54,600) is like this: 16,800 each for the C G Road, Vadodara and Surat branches of the bank; 4,200 for Satellite branch.
This year the actual yatra is during July 15-August 9.
Private tour operators say this year they are receiving more registrations. It was only for a few days after the terrorist attack on the tourist bus last month that killed seven tourists from Surat, that people were not showing much interest in going to the Valley. But that was just for a short period.
Like Ramesh Thakkar’s Navbharat Tours and Travels has so far made 500 registrations, against last year’s 350. Their target is 1,000 reservations. ‘‘We hope to register this much,’’ said Thakkar.
Chandrakant Shah of Sri Vardayini Travels says till now 200 pilgrims have registered with him, whereas last year the figure was 180. ‘‘The figure will go up, and this year the business is good,’’ said Shah. For regular pilgrim Hemant Khosti, this year’s yatra will be his 15th. ‘‘This year, I am taking my 16-year-old son with me. I was there when the terrorist attack on the tourist bus took place, but that was just one-time incident,’’ says Khosti.
There’s no stopping them:
J-K Bank, which registers pilgrims, expects the numbers to cross 17,000 against 6,500 last year.Looking at the response, J-K Govt has increased State quota from 21,000 last year to 54,600.Private tour operators say they have crossed targets.
Is this the kinda writing i really wanna be doing all my life?
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Sure people tell you to think. Let's face it. Everyone has had some one come to them one day, with or without a particular reason who's told 'em to 'think'. I have a question for all those thinkers out there. Make that a couple. First. What IS thinking? Second. How do u think? I'm not talking about the biological process here. I'm talking about people who seriously sit down and decide to think about a particular topic. Maybe I've been doing it wrong all my life, but to me, thinking is a process where I let myself float around from one brainless topic to another, kinda like tasting them, turning them around in my mind, till I find something sufficiently bizarre or funny to spend a nickel's worth of time and energy on it. Then I move on.
Next. Can you remember what you are thinking about all day long? I honestly, truly and most sincerely cannot. Especially when I have to answer questions like "WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?" All I'd like to say is, "obviously, I was thinking about something that made what I did (or was going to do , at the point of time in question) seem like a good idea. I mean, WHAT KINDA LAME QUESTION IS THAT, ANYWAY?
Besides, since no one taught me how to think, how can anyone blame me for not doing it often enough? More often than not, when I hear the phrase , "Think! Goddammitt! Think! Use your head!", I catch myself straining to picture myself using my head... Somehow, all I get, are multi-colored circles, spinning around in the dark vaccousness that is the inside of my head. Other times, even the circles and dots desert me for more fertile lands... Now is one of those times.
When I began, I thought I had a lot to say, now I'm not sure...
When I started out, I tried to think. Now, I've given up... Imagining is so much easier...
Although that gets me to another question. how does a deaf-mute think? Most people I know, and I don't know that many, are not deaf or mute, and think in sentences, in ideas, in words... So, another question. Naturally. Do thoughts have to be coded in language or language? Will it be the end of thought as we know it if people forgot to speak? I doubt that. Seriously. Next time someone says something, guess if they thought about what they said. In most cases, the thoughts in a person's head are private. Words and language are their passage to the public world. So I'm guessing, language may end if thought ceases, not the other way around. But the lack of a language need not mark the end of thought. There're always pictures, aren't there? If the Neanderthal Man could do it, surely the uber liberated 21st century metro/retro/homo/hetero-sexual man could do too... And if you're wondering if there's a pattern to all these words on this page, I'm not sure.. THIS is just an example of how my mind works. Ciao
Next. Can you remember what you are thinking about all day long? I honestly, truly and most sincerely cannot. Especially when I have to answer questions like "WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?" All I'd like to say is, "obviously, I was thinking about something that made what I did (or was going to do , at the point of time in question) seem like a good idea. I mean, WHAT KINDA LAME QUESTION IS THAT, ANYWAY?
Besides, since no one taught me how to think, how can anyone blame me for not doing it often enough? More often than not, when I hear the phrase , "Think! Goddammitt! Think! Use your head!", I catch myself straining to picture myself using my head... Somehow, all I get, are multi-colored circles, spinning around in the dark vaccousness that is the inside of my head. Other times, even the circles and dots desert me for more fertile lands... Now is one of those times.
When I began, I thought I had a lot to say, now I'm not sure...
When I started out, I tried to think. Now, I've given up... Imagining is so much easier...
Although that gets me to another question. how does a deaf-mute think? Most people I know, and I don't know that many, are not deaf or mute, and think in sentences, in ideas, in words... So, another question. Naturally. Do thoughts have to be coded in language or language? Will it be the end of thought as we know it if people forgot to speak? I doubt that. Seriously. Next time someone says something, guess if they thought about what they said. In most cases, the thoughts in a person's head are private. Words and language are their passage to the public world. So I'm guessing, language may end if thought ceases, not the other way around. But the lack of a language need not mark the end of thought. There're always pictures, aren't there? If the Neanderthal Man could do it, surely the uber liberated 21st century metro/retro/homo/hetero-sexual man could do too... And if you're wondering if there's a pattern to all these words on this page, I'm not sure.. THIS is just an example of how my mind works. Ciao
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Of Witchdoctors, Evil Spirits and AIDS
Even after science has taken man to the moon, there are some things that have not changed. Man is still as superstitious, still as questioning, still as trusting as he (or she) has ever been in the forces of nature. While scientists look for the cure to AIDS, there are still those who believe that ghostly possessions are the world’s greatest problem. They have even made this their livelihood.
L.Govindan, nestled away in a small hamlet near Nilavur on the Yelagiri hill is one such ‘Witch Doctor’. When asked about the biggest health problem on the hill, he looks around, crosses his fingers in one of the oldest and commonest actions to ward off evil and says “ghosts”. Ghosts allegedly target women more often. “They are brought in with their hair open and torn clothes. They get very violent and yell abuses and generally act wild.” He adds, “There are some things that can be done to get rid of the ghosts, but it takes time.”
Acording to the only Primary Health Care Centre (PHC) on the hill, AIDS and TB are the two biggest problems they have to deal with. There have been about 42 new cases of the HIV reported in the last three years. The occurrence of TB is now diminishing, but it is still a problem.
Govindan claims that TB is caused by spirits eating away at your happiness. As far as AIDS is concerned, there’s “nothing like that here”.
People trust Govindan more than they trust the doctors in the PHC, say his neighbours, most of whom also happen to be his nephews.
This distrust of doctors was echoed in other villages around Yelagiri as well. According to people in Nilavur and Mangalam, there are too few doctors, and they are too far between. Women in Thaayanur would rather have their babies at home or, if possible go all the way to Tirupattur to find medical help, rather than make their way down to the PHC, where doctors may or may not be available. Even the nurses there are very rude, often making fun of women in labour, said Kannammai, an Octogenarian grandmother of four.
He is famous in these parts, with people coming from as far as Dharmapuri to visit him. In fact, a family of three waited patiently for him to finish talking to The Word. Not wanting to break patient confidentiality, he simply said they were having family problems and wanted his help. Their ‘treatment’ would last about three days, he said. During this time, the family would be his guests.
On average, treatment lasts anywhere from 1 day to a week, sometimes, even longer, with treatment costing anywhere between Rs.150 - Rs.7000, depending on the severity and type of affliction. He acts as psycho-analyst, physician, and guidance counselor to those who approach him. He believes that talking to people helps them in difficult situations, “especially for women having abortions.” When asked if there were a lot of abortions in the area, he explained, “Most men go down to look for work in the plains. So the women folk are left behind with only a handful of men. Occasionally, things like that happen… women whose husbands have been away for months get pregnant. Then they have to have abortions.”
He says he has perfected the technique of ‘aiding’ abortions. His method is non surgical, and non-invasive, he says. He powders a mix of dried herbs and adds it to milk, which the woman needing the abortion is asked to drink twice a day. This needs to be done for 4 days and the foetus ‘dissolves’. This is one of the few ‘treatments’ he allows away from his watchful eye. He even claims to have cured a paralytic with his exotic sounding chants and local herbs.
Govindan gathers his cures from among the native flora of the region, which means dipping into the wealth of the nearby reserve forest occasionally. Do the authorities have a problem? “No”, he says. “I don’t disturb anyone, so I don’t have any problems with anybody. Besides, I know where to find what and it’s all close enough. So I don’t take too much of anything at a time.”
However, if you go looking Govindan, do not expect to find the “Witch Doctor” of popular culture. He wears no animal skin or feathers. Neither does he wear a necklace of animal teeth or claws. He is unassuming, clad, like most other men in the area in a lungi. While his home is a good 20 minute trek up hill from the Yelagiri YMCA office, past ragi and rice fields, Govindan isn’t exactly cut off from civilization. He stays tuned in to the rest of the world thanks to his dish antenna. On being asked why he needed a Dish, “Simple. Cable wires don’t reach all the way here,” he replies, pokerfaced and then breaks into a wide grin.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Things to do when u r rained in
Ok, so this old.. but it still holds true... and considering that my brain seems to have escaped from the rest of my body, this just about suits my current mindset. Kinda hoping i'll be rained in soon.. the heat is gettin to me!
* Stare at a candle - It improves your concentration, not to mention increases your spiritual consciousness
* Do the Piggy Dance - if u dunno the Piggy dance, make sumthing up. As long as it's some thing u'd be too embarrassed to do outside the safe confines of your room, it's perfectly acceptable! [p.s. it also burns calories;)]
* Try establishing alien contact
* Wish you were anywhere but where you are. For effect, wish aloud in different tones of voice. Make up exotic sounding accents as you go along
* Sing at the top of your voice. Try to drown out the thunder. Don't forget to practice air guitar as well.
* Hurl abuses at the Gods. Call them insensitive for ruining your perfectly laid plans. ( never mind the fact that your perfect plans consisted of staring at a piece of lint!)
* Design a super bike so outrageous, it would take a superhero to ride it!
* Plan your funeral, write an obituary
* Make a list of things you'd like to do before you die
* Imagine you are going to be stuck indoors forever, with no electricity. Come with a worst case scenario. Compete with friends for the worst story.
* Wish you had stocked up on the bread and cheese you passed by the last time you went grocery shopping
* Rearrange your closet while trying not to burn your favourite sweater that's become your lifeline
* PRAY
* Write a love song. then refer to idea number 5
* Practice tying your shoe laces. If you don't own shoes with laces, BORROW!!!
* Come up with and practice an Oscar/Grammy acceptance speech
* Make up new words and insist that they are part of traditional Zulu or something or, come up new meanings for existing words. Call your friends dumb if they deny their existence. You can also accuse them of not trusting you if they question your "meanings"
* Come up with a longer list than this. the weirder the better!
:D
Monday, March 27, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Self Promotion Number 1
If u aren't bored with the stuff here, go check out
http://sharepoetry.com/user/show/Zephra%20Keyes
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Thy names are many...
Vulcan, Hephaistos, Agni, Dazbog, Bel, Amaterasu, Fudo, Kagutsuchi...Embers glow.
Red heat turns white
ever hungry,
all consuming
Many names, one face.
Vulcan, Agni, Bel...
Feared and revered,
Since time began.
Now, a power embraced,
A religion unto itself.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Circles
It's funny how a day that started so bad could end this good...
The persistent ringing of my mobile phone woke me up at 8.30 The voice on the other end of the line said, "I'm sorry, but I just heard he died. Thought you'd want to know."
I did. And sad as I felt, I knew there was nothing I could do - not for him, not for those he left behind. So, after mulling over the mysteries of life and counting my blessings, I decided to get on with my life. Classes were attended, assignments completed and handed in...Others concerned were informed, of course... Essentially, it was just another day of my life.
Till in the evening, at least. It's funny how you don't really notice how much time a day actually is... This was my own personal lesson for the day.
A smattering of people - each absorbed in his or her own work, contentrating on the computer screen in front of them. A phone rings again. This time, it isn't mine.
"Yes sir, I'll tell them"
A list of names is repeated.
"Ok. So these are the ones going to Mumbai?"
"And the others? Delhi? Oh. Ok"
"Yes sir, I'll let them know. Thank you so much sir."
Suddenly, personal work is forgotten. Ears strain to catch snippets of a one-sided conversation. The call ends. A squeal goes up. It soon multiplies... Squeals turn into shouts. Frantic text messages fly back and forth. Congratulations are in order. Two-thirds of the class is now employed. Jubilations all around.
And I wonder at how a day that began so bad could turn on its head and end like this.
But this is not the end of the day. There are 10 others, who do not form part of that enchanted list. Friends. Distraught. This time, there IS something I can do. A hug has always worked wonders. Free of cost and not regulated by the government. The magic works as always.
Then we head out to a pub; but don't really need the alcohol to intoxicate us. The reality of a job sets in. Exhilaration increases. Everyone gets high. On music. On life. On the possibilities that it brings.
A day that started so bad ended this good... A Full Circle and a Half.
Monday, March 13, 2006
My wave
My element. this is me.
A crashing wave.
I go up. I come down.
Static is what i am not.
As lazy, as unpredictable,
as everything a wave can be..
this is me.
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Pic @ Elliot's Beach, Besant Nagar.
Monday, February 27, 2006
fractally speaking
fractally speaking
this is ridhi's blog.. check it out and tell me if the pix don't blow you away!
this is ridhi's blog.. check it out and tell me if the pix don't blow you away!
Friday, February 24, 2006
A Whole Lot of Flappin Goin' on?
The Health Ministry has declared that Bird Flu is not a major concern, that it has been contained, and that it is ok to eat chicken. But how many people are buying into that? The armed forces have cut chicken out of their daily rations, parliament is going anti-chicken, and the world is going crazy. Of course, all my vegan friends out are shaking their heads going “I told ya so!” Whoever heard of dying from eating too many veggies? Ever heard of Potato Flu? Or Mad Tomato Disease? Of course not! Potatoes don’t fly and Tomatoes are rational clear headed individuals. But let’s leave my vegan friends out of this for a moment and get back to the topic at hand. Is Bird Flu really such a threat to the average individual here in Chennai? Or is it just a bunch of hype?
Thursday, February 23, 2006
glass cage
I sit, enclosed in glass
Observing; Voices
a distant murmur
Yet loud enough
to drown any thoughts
That may stray
Into my mind uninvited
Observing; Voices
a distant murmur
Yet loud enough
to drown any thoughts
That may stray
Into my mind uninvited
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
why?
I'm sitting here wondering why anyone would blog. why would anyone want to share their thoughts with folks they don't know, who don't know them, and who probably couldn't care less anyway? I'm not sure i have the answer to that.. sure, i can come up with possible answers.. maybe they have something important to tell the world, and no one will listen voluntarily... maybe they're bored, and want to share the boredom... plenty of maybes... but the one? no way, jose! actually i'm not even sure why i'm here... i knw what i want this place to be... somewhere i can hide away when i need to... then why am i looking for that place online? where my private thoughts could be shared... anonymity? really? how far wil that take me? how long will that last? I don't know the answers... and I'm not even sure i know all the questions...
Sunday, February 12, 2006
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