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Saturday, February 23, 2008
here I go...
Sticking to the dust is numerous of them,
Seeming to be as very abstract as the wind,
Yet acting with an effect as strong as a nail on skin.
Could they be placed second to God for their omnipresence,
Or first in the list of crimnals with power so immense.
Invaluable they are to us-so worthy to be applauded
They as flames turn us to ashes-so should they be put off?
As coins with heads and tails that never depart,
These as goods and evils are too very smart!
Sticking to the dust is numerous of them
Well!..Its to the microbes i dedicate this poem ahem!.
if I read it now, it seems so childish. What do you feel???
Thursday, February 14, 2008
So what do you need...
A digital camera (the obvious), passion to snap anything under the Sun (Universe too..you just need to board a space ship..Simple!), softwares, blogs , all of this to become a novice. But to be a professional, well...a lot of CREATIVITY to see what others miss (Even this can be increased by stimulating the part of the brain that helps generate creativity-brain scans are helping us out to configure this part. I think I will soon share this news with u all).
So, Stay tuned!!..
Down below is the link to the pics that i recently took. well why do you think I wrote this post for ..that too at 12:30 am!!..so Check it out!!
c ya and cheers,
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Seven years in tibet....One of the best movies ever taken and one of the best movies I have ever seen. Movie lovers will surely know. But for all the 'hitherto Unaware folks', the movie is based on a true life story of the 14th Dalai Lama. This movie captures not his entire life but the period of His Holiness' time when he was just a curious little boy entrusted with responsibilities as the Guru of the tibetans. How He meets Heinrich Harrer, an austrian mountaineer and how each influence the life one another is what the movie is all about. This is not movie review so I jump to what I would like to share (the one scene which might go unnoticed).
Scene: Chinese military rulers visiting Dalai Lama to make negotiations (Chinese and negotiations!!..nay!!..they came to authoratatively declare that they were waging war against the tibetans).
In the mind of Dalai Lama: Got to request these barbarians to let Tibet be a free and peaceful province as it was currently at that time.
Lots of decorations, colorful, floral arrangements, big pandals, resounding music ...everything and anything to Welcome these hard-wired, tyrannt chiefs of the military.
The marshals arrived atlast grim and stoic as ever...nonchalant to the hearty welcome. One guy from Tibet does the welcoming..kind of an ambassador (forgot the position he held). There is one particular colorful decoration which the tibetans do with colors, flowers, etc-something so big and artisitic (very much like our rangoli). It takes so many days and many people to put up such a thing. It is their tradition says the ambassador to the chiefs. U know what...inspite of the so many efforts taken to do the rangoli, it is tibetan culture to destroy it after the very day it is completed. The funda behind it- Nothing in the world lasts forever...everything has to die no matter how significant the thing or the person it is to you. You will lose it and it doesnt belong to you..so dont attach yourself emotionally to it. One creates an art with so much dedication, love and care but at the end of the day he must be equally postive and happy to see it destroyed. (I love my digital camera..Sure..I wont be happy to lose it one day).
The tibetan ambassador tells all this to those gree-uniformed outlanders. But these cool dudes pay no heed to its significance and hit the rangoli to show their sarcasm. Kind of 'I dont care a damn man' attitude. Billions of Blistering Barnacles...anthropoic mountebanks...grrrrr!!.
Well...anyways it was to be destroyed..it was just ahead of its destined time.
So when you guys watch it next time, do check it.
Sounded sensible for me. So, I penned it down...I dont know whether u care a damn abt this :).
Friday, December 14, 2007
YEAH…Young Father Relishing His Fatherhood.....
A couple of weeks back, my brother’s friend, Sagar visited Chennai for a day. His personal work consumed the entire day and so he planned the dinner and resting hours of his itinerary in my home-sweet home. By Goodness Gracious!!!! (else..I wouldn’t be writing this out…I was browsing through Google.SubaMind.com for an incident to pen down).
I am not too good in initiating a conversation but this time, I was handy…I had people with me to engage Sagar…My nonstop Appa, Nandhu and of course my mom’s vadai, idli and sambhar.
Real estates, broadband services, North and South Indian cultures, Climate Differences between north and south India were the topics touched, discussed and left as what they were….
I had been to Sagar’s house when I was in Gurgaon. Of course like most of us, he has a nuclear family. He, being the neutron, his wife, the positron and their cute little daughter, electron revolving around them (Well. ...They were around her all the time!!! ). She was christened Prachi. I was curious to know how she was doing (yeah… I initiated this conversation with no one’s help- My superconscious mind helped).
Sagar started with a beam (a glow of 100watts bulb). Just like any proud father, he narrated the little angel’s adventure during her pristine years (she must be 4 now). Having her own room, her own space in their house….No trespassing...That’s the rule lay down by the little princess. Trespassers had to hear her cry or her childish tirade (Kind of…I will tell my father…grrrrrr). Even Dear Mr.Sagar who pays the rent for the whole house had to acquire prior permission (Are girls hardwired to be teacher like???). She is going for kathak classes something that Sagar didn’t do…probably many of us didn’t do when we were her age (our parents would have feared that the rich culture of Kathak would have tarnished if we had learned it…Jus kiddin….I don’t know what might be the reason for my mother not having put me in any dance classes..Boohoo). This is how the narration went…Prachi’s every action and Sagar’s reaction and his comparison to his childhood days. Last came the words which inspired me to write this down.
“It is nice to see them grow”.
- These words reflected the mind of a man who was relishing fatherhood in its every sense. He enjoyed the little girl’s naïve maturity- responsibility and possessiveness of her own things, the privacy of her own tiny world, the queen to whom her subjects (Sagar and Mrs. Sagar) would unconditionally submit. Yes!!, She was independently dependent. Yes...Sagar’s words were corpulent with pride.
He still has many years to go as decision-making responsible father and time will come when his daughter will start making her own decisions of everything around her…even her own father. She will be in complete control of her life and probably of a few more close ones. Sagar will surely wonder, ‘Is this my little angel who has grown up??-The emotion which my father is probably undergoing.
Thanks Sagar for sharing it with me….I am looking forward to write about my prince or princess soon.
Monday, November 12, 2007
It is night time again...My first no nonense post...
No one has ever asked me whom I admire the most and why...the typical question that would appear in the annals of Beauty contest questionnaires. So here I go...
It is just but obvious that the person whom I admire must be a man as I am a woman (horomonal, or is it in the genes...whatever the biological logic behind this be). The Man is fictitious-(real men(some) are attractive but the unreal ones are more attractive...john keats words rephrased).
Sherlock Holmes. Yeah....It is he who I admire, adore, adulate.
Concentration, keen observation of one just but one thing at a time, greater mental power, musical genius, chemistry researcher, intense smoker (i dont admire this), witty, grave and composed are few of the adjectives that I could phrase to describe him.
The most beautiful thing about him is the ability to detach i.e if you are on a hot trail of a murderer or the truth..your mind, atleast our mind, doesnt rest, its kept constantly awake by the very excitement of the impending adventure...adventure that will lead us to the truth. But Sherlock is just too amazing. Once he gets the clue he wants...once he feels more clues are required for which he has to wait, he jus waits, detaches himself from the very whole interesting thing as quickly as he can. He either jumps on to do some mind bothering chemical analysis or plunges in to the world of mozart. well...atleast I cant imagine myself doing such a heck of a thing. He practises mediatation everyday...in everything he does..Mediatation is just but focussing (the word 'just' is kind of making mediatation sound so simple rite...well we all know it is not) one thing at time.
He can never be idle...he can never relax. To qoute him
"I have a curious constitution. I never remember feeling tired by work,
though idleness exhausts me completely".
Any reader of Sherlock Holmes can understand that he doesnt have any personal life..I thought he is so stolid, never expresses affection even to his very own 'My dear Watson'. There are but many (well!! not so many...but some) instances in which he has proved love is always been within him. No matter how cold one is..it springs out when it needs to. In the Adventure of the Three Garridebs, in the final scene, the crimnal so as to defend himself shoots Watson..One should notice how worried and troubled Holmes becomes seeing his friend being shot...He springs in to action like our Tamil (any indian) movie heroes (when they see their dear ones being attacked by the villian) do.. screaming and warning the villian of instant death. well thats how Sherlock sounds when he sees blood oozing out of Watson. Though not a lethal wound, Holmes asks Watson, "Watson are you ok...say atleast you are OK". Not only I, watson was also truly astonished. He jus felt not only this wound but many a wound is worth to see the affection gushing out from the grave face. This might sound, for anyone who has not read Sherlock Holmes, to be just an other heroic melodrama...but truly, if you have been reading his entire set of adventures, lived with him through all his cases jus like an other watson, you would but cherish this moment of revelation of love for his friend. Following is the passage that is an extract from the Adventure of three garridebs that speaks of whatever I said above...
"Well, well!" said he coolly as he scrambled to the surface. "I guess
you have been one too many for me, Mr. Holmes. Saw through my game, I suppose,
and played me for a sucker from the first. Well, sir, I hand it to you; you have
me beat and —"
In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two
shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my
thigh. There was a crash as Holmes's pistol came down on the man's head. I had a
vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while
Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend's wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.
"You're not hurt, Watson? For God's sake, say that you are not hurt!".
It was worth a wound — it was worth many wounds — to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
"It's nothing, Holmes. It's a mere scratch." He had ripped up my trousers with his pocketknife.
"You are right," he cried with an immense sigh of relief. "It is quite superficial." His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. "By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?"
"I have never loved, Watson, but if I did and if the woman I loved had met such
an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done".
Well there are again several other reaons for which I like him. But I have already drafted a lengthy one indeed.
Long live Sherlock!!!!...Happy reading to u all!!!
U want to read more Qoutes of holmes..try the following link