More pics…

As i had promised earlier, here are more (and hopefully better) photos…..have put them as thumbnails because they were not all fitting on one page…links have been provided to view them better.

This is the Zuari river that i have to cross everyday on the way to college..notice the way the railings seem to go backward as i’m moving forward in a bus.

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Just another photo..

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Miramar. I love this beach..can’t stop taking pictures of it.

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The fields near my hose again…

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I’m reading this book.. really intriguing cover picture… You can expect a book review soon..

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I do NOT hate stray dogs..

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Okay thats it for now. Will be really busy for the coming few days. Don’t know if blogging will be regular..One for sure after the 6th of september..

Ciao till then

Listen

Do we really pay attention to all the lyrics of a song that we are listening to? I just got a new cell-phone which allows me to store about 90 songs in MP3 format (this, though not a novelty for me is a very pleasing thing because I’m happy anywhere as long as there is some music) So i stuffed it with all my favourite songs. And one day i decided to pay attention to what i was listening to……..this is what i listen to…….

…….May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance…..                         …Lee Ann Womak

 

 ……..Passion or coincidence
Once prompted you to say
“Pride will tear us both apart”
Well now pride’s gone out the window
Cross the rooftops
Run away
Left me in the vacuum of my heart

What is happening to me?
Crazy, some’d say
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away

But I won’t cry for yesterday
There’s an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive…..                            …Ordinary World – Duran Duran

 

 

…..I just want to feel safe in my own skin
I just want to be happy again
I just want to feel deep in my own world
but I’m so lonely I don’t even want to be with myself anymore…..            

                                                                …Honestly ok – Dido

 

……..Ok then back to basics grab your shell toes and your fat laces
A little hand clap for some funk faces and make your body move in the following places
Goes up your back and then down your spine and when it hits your head…

                                                                     (hehehehe..) …..Rudebox – Robbie Williams

 

…….If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
If God is a DJ
Life is a dance floor
You get what you’re given
It’s all how you use it…….                      (hmmm ) ..God is a DJ – Pink

 

…..Lines ever more unclear
Not sure I’m even here
The more I look the more I think that I’m
Starting to disappear

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I’m fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong….                                             Crystal Ball – Keane

 

…….So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done

I’ll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty…..                                  What I’ve Done – Linkin park

 

 

……..And the storm keeps on twisting

you keep on building the lie

that you make up for all that you lack

it don’t make no difference

escaping one last time

it’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

you’re in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort there……                    …..Angel – Sarah Machlachlan

 

 

 

 

 

Ok..these are only some of the songs…more can come later…but for now these are all the lyrics that i can remember..

 

 

:-D

OK. Don’t kill me people. Mirka is cute and i know Roger is already with her. But i saw this video and cracked up. And i couldn’t stop laughing till it was over. I really wonder why the person who made this video thought of James Blunt’s “You’re beautiful (by the way i love the original video for that song too) Watch it…Just for laughs

Now here is something i really liked. It is one of the most watched videos on Youtube . So i guess most people will have already seen it. But this one has to be included in my first post involving videos. He is so amazing that i don’t know whether to believe that it is for real. There are thousands of videos of professional people; famous artists. But i loved this one because even though this guy is awesome, he has jammed it in his bedroom!!

Pieces of me

A grateful piece of me lies in YOU

YOU who gave birth to me,

YOU nourished me, loved me,

YOU who sacrificed and struggled;

Who gave me the best you possibly could

A grateful piece of me lies in YOU.

 

A reminiscent piece of me lies in YOU,

YOU who gave me knowledge,

You who held my hand, guided me,

YOU who appreciated and admired;

Who passed on to me all that you knew

A reminiscent piece of me lies in YOU.

 

A sorrowful piece of me was lost in YOU,

YOU who made me an outcast,

YOU who ganged up, isolated me,

YOU who schemed and plotted;

Who methodically wrecked me emotionally

A sorrowful piece of me was lost in YOU.

 

A nostalgic piece of me stays with YOU

YOU who gave me friendship,

YOU who fooled around, made me laugh,

YOU combined school, work and play;

And gave me days worth remembering

A nostalgic piece of me stays with YOU.

 

An emotional piece of me remains with YOU

YOU who introduced me to happiness,

YOU who cared for me, respected me,

YOU who trembled yourself while comforting me;

Who showed me how important things are invisible to the eye

An emotional piece of me remains with YOU.

 

A happy piece of me resides in YOU,

YOU made me smile, kept me that way,

YOU who joked and blabbered,

YOU who brought peace to my mind;

And taught me to leave things where they belong

A happy piece of me resides in you.

My lovely goa..

All pics have been taken by me..so bear with the amateurish photography….and all of them have been taken on my cell which had 0.3 mega-pixels…have a better cell now..so better pics are herewith promised

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our temple at night

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fields near my house

miramar beach near my place

wet roads in valpoi

Angel

The person I hate very much gave me a doll once on my birthday, about 6 years ago. It’s a statue, really, of an angel. I didn’t know what to call it, so i thought ‘doll’ would suffice (because unlike most girls i didn’t really have a collection of dolls as a kid) And I still keep it on my desk.Why?? I can’t bear to think of him, and yet I let the angel be there; a constant remainder of him. When I am frustrated and hurt, I hit the doll and wring its neck. Freaky, i know…but I can’t believe it myself when it’s all over.

 

 I feel she represents me, the angel with sparkles all over her; vines of pink flowers around her ankles, around her waist. If you look closely, you will notice that the flowers are actually binding her; circling her legs, wrapped around her waist, making it impossible for her to move, even though she has beautiful white wings. Beautiful, white, useless wings. When I am angry and depressed (as an adolescent often is), I know I can’t hurt myself, because that would be cowardly thing to do. So I hurt my angel instead. And so she bears a chipped nose, and some marks on her neck where I tried to be-head her once when I was in a towering rage about the unfairness of growing up. It obviously didn’t work, so she bears just those few scratches – remainders of desperate times. She has fake hair, you know.. they come off all the time; to reveal a bare colourless scalp. I suppose her creator didn’t think she would be put through such ordeals.

 

The most beautiful thing about her is her eyes. They say something; I’m not really sure what. Maybe they show forgiving power, maybe dignity, maybe a longing gaze. Her pretty pouting orange lips show that she is still a young girl; with a few naughty thoughts still left in her. She holds out a bunch of flowers with both hands. Look closely and you will notice they are the same flowers that bind her around her ankles and circle her waist. I imagine she is giving the flowers to me, because nobody sees her as I do.

 

I like her dress. It’s a flowing gown with a frilly collar. It’s something you would wear to a dance. She’s wearing dancing shoes too. Maybe she is waiting for someone to come and ask her to dance; teach her how to waltz; take her away and show her how a real angel should live. Maybe one day she will learn to dance and teach me too. Maybe I’ll become like her.. or then maybe she will become me, one day………

 

NOTE: My ‘doll’ broke into 4 pieces in December last year (damn those painters!!!!!). And it broke just when I needed it the most, but a few days ago I missed it again…and that made me write all this. 

One month!!!

I’m one month old as a blogger!!!

Yipppeeeee….

Actually i never took it up as something I should do just because it’s a “happening thing” these days (as one of my friends pointed out), just that i needed a vent for some of the crazy things that go through my head. And I wish I had written more of all those crazy things, but writing something that so many people might read made me write pretty formally….on subjects that I thought would be “ideal” for discussion…but when I went through some of my post today i did find some of them superficial..more analytic and bookish than frank and “ME”…so i guess right now I’ll try to write about all the nutty things i think of and maybe people will like them too!!

Blogging has made me an artist!! I mean i cannot bear people with their “artistic temperament” who take their laptops to the beach for “inspiration”, but here i was one day…in the vegetable market during rains..(yuck!!!)…and i was thinking…”we probably had essays during our school-time about ‘one day at the market’ and how elementary that was…’ But then a vegetable market is such a complex institution ladies and gentlemen! How do all of them decide that carrots at all the vendors’ are going to be at one particular rate?? The tea-boy who sells tea to the vendors..how much vital information he carries from one to another!! The veggies come by the truckload and as i overheard a guy talking to someone on the other end (probably from the place from where they get the vegetables from) and i figured that this guy invests at least a 50 grand every 2-3 days for the three..maybe four stalls that he owns!!!..And here i was…thinking i should spend a few more hours here just to be able to write about it in my blog!

Another thought that had sprung to my head….The east is ahead in time and the west lags in time..I remember learning that the earth is divided into 24 rough geographical ares, and the time in each leads by 1 hour. My question is: The earth is spherical. So does than mean that there is an area where on the east it is Monday and on the west it is Sunday(the people on one side are one whole day ahead of the people on the other side)??? One of my friends believes there is indeed such an area in the pacific ocean. I will certainly be doing more research on that one. For now any of my “readers” can leave me an answer if they know about it. I wouldn’t have bothered about it if i wouldn’t have been blogging. But now i want to share what information i have…share my feelings..ask questions (however stupid or weird they might be    )

So this is me being my crazy self.

Actually I was rather surprised that  my page got more than 700 visits in my first month..Looks like I’m not ALL bad!!! Well I’m thankful about this part of my life…

I LOVE BLOGGING!!!!

Slow down

As the world hurtles towards ‘prosperity’ and ‘progress’ and ‘perfection’, we need to stop and think about what we are doing and where we are going.

Why do we still use petroleum when we know that at this rate the future is going to be bleak, why the importance to oil?? So much importance that wars are being fought for it. Why do we continue to bring down entire forests to make way for our homes, and then why do we complain when we get so called pest infestations when we are aware deep inside that it is we who are invading their home and not them ours.

One excuse that comes up conveniently quick is that the world is moving too fast and it cannot slow down, and alternatives are not emerging fast enough. As we continue making our lives more comfortable we are conscious that something is direly wrong, but that thought is pushed away quickly before it starts to hurt our conscious too much, we shrug our shoulders and say, everybody is doing the same thing. I don’t know whether god has said that changes start with thy own self, but he ought to have.

And we are all at fault, I won’t pretend that I don’t use plastic bags, but since I can’t preach without practicing I will try and stop using them now. But thats not the only thing to do, you know. I’ve been blessed to be living in a beautiful place like Goa. It is so very irritating to see tourists and sometimes even the locals throwing bottles and wrappers and all kinds of garbage around. I am reminded of a story I read somewhere….

One day on some beach, the waves were bringing jelly fish onto the beach and they were unable to go back to the water. There were hundreds of jelly fish on the beach. A young boy saw a man picking jelly fish one by one and throwing them back into the sea, even while more of them were being brought up by the waves. The boy asked the man why he was taking the trouble when he knew that he would never be able to compete with the waves. The man silently threw another jelly fish into the sea, turned to the boy and said, “Look, I just saved that thing’s life .”

Prosperity, progress and perfection mean nothing if there is no life….

Think about it. Think about the tsunami, the floods in Mumbai, Katrina and take time to think about the future before you blindly rush to get there first. Before picking up the bits and pieces and carrying on like nothing happened, slow down your life and try and make a difference in the life of at least one jelly fish.

:)

Mum grew it in her precious garden, i clicked the photo

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Youth and arrogance

The oxford dictionary describes arrogance as being aggressively assertive or presumptuous. So what is the relation between arrogance and youth? Does the fact that arrogance is one of the attributes of youth now-a-days, surprise you? Does it have a positive effect on people? Can it be logically justified?

This is another example of the two sides of the coin case. Let’s consider one at a time. Arrogance comes with the knowledge (or belief) that one is greater than the other, that one has better abilities than the other. In short it is too much confidence. There is always a fine line between self-esteem and over-confidence. And when this line is misunderstood, there is arrogance.

One thing that is unquestionable is that life is no longer cake-walk, in fact, it never was, but for youth today, it is not too easy to face the world with a smiling face. So maybe the arrogance is just an answer that the youth have come up with for the “it’s a jungle out there” statement that has been, ironically, taught to them by their elders. If you want to train your kids to be tough skinned and strong enough to face the “big bad world” you should also expect them to be arrogant about the skills they posses. Agreed, that this is not a virtuous thing to do. But then how many parents tell their kids NOT to turn the other cheek, and how many parents encourage their kids to lie whenever it is convenient.

So if you want to be noticed, if you want to show the world that you have talents and skills, if you want to prove that you are better than the hundreds out there, waiting to take your place if you falter just a little bit, then humility is certainly not the way to go. Also, youth is all about individuality, about discovering oneself, so youth always tend to develop a grading scale of their own, which they will put you up against, and if you measure up, you are welcome. A little ruthless, yes, but don’t worry, the grading keeps changing as often as their moods… So for a while certain things are despised with all the hatred and then the trend changes and the same qualities are worshipped. Meanwhile, whatever they feel is not up to the mark, will be treated with ‘arrogance’.

Now to the other side of the coin. Arrogance, if it exists, should be backed with a good reason. Also, if you want to be arrogant you should be capable of dealing with the response you are likely to get. It is O.K to take pride in certain things that you are capable of, but you should take care not to hurt feelings. Arrogance should ALWAYS be accompanied by a fair and non-judgmental mind. We all know about pride and ‘falling’, so be ready to embrace humility if need be, even disgrace. If you don’t want to take that chance, you’d better start behaving with due respect to people who deserve it. Also, if you can’t bear to see the arrogance in others around you, you should be able to analyze just what effect your behavior has on others. So arrogance that comes with good reasons should be all right, as long as you respect other’s abilities and give them due credit.

Youth today should also realize that they have to put up different faces when they are in different company. So when in presence of elders like parents and relatives, teachers, or when at school or college or office, or when in the company of friends and pals; you need to be different in behavior, conduct and attitude. And hence you need to modulate your arrogance too. If you are not able to do that, you are setting a bad example, and that will simply take away all your right to behave as you want in public.

A point that needs to be noted is that youth is always associated with carefree-ness and a sort of care-a-damn attitude. So which other time in one’s life is more appropriate than this? Not that arrogance can be justified, but then everyone has had their reckless days! Also, one must admit that arrogance is not seen only in the youth. One often comes across much older people behaving assertively and presumptuously. So the wisdom and maturity that comes with age has nothing to do with arrogance.

In conclusion.. no matter how advanced you consider yourself, no matter what achievement you have to your name, no matter how backward you consider the others around you, there should be a regulator switch to your arrogance. It is time we sorted out what pride and self-esteem are and how different arrogance is.

At the end of the day, if you want a simple answer, youth and arrogance have always been connected to each other. Perhaps the only difference between the earlier generation and ours is that maybe we have enough exposure to the world and are enough worldly-wise to figure out or priorities and to channel our arrogance in the right direction, to achieve something productive. As long as it leads to something good, arrogance is bearable. And if it is not bearable, you automatically know its no good!! What say??