Kill Bill!

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang
He shot me down, bang bang
I hit the ground , bang bang
That awful sound, bang bang
My baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up,
I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play
Bang bang I shot you down,
bang bang You hit the ground ,
bang bang That awful sound,
bang bang
I used to shoot you down...

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone
I don't know why
And till this day some times I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie
Bang bang He shot me down,
bang bang I hit the ground ,
bang bang
That awful sound,
bang bang My baby shot me down. ..

a beautiful song by nancy sinatra:)

Workshop 19.10.2010

So this time for the college annual event,i opted for the poetry workshop.The difficult part was that we had to write about our site visit(housing being the theme) in the form of verbal imageries.A difficult task as it was,we were initially asked to write a poem about our sense of belonging or what we would like to call home..this made me write(i'd say literally forced me:P,lol)to write about books,an object with which i could really identify my home!

On the shelves,over the tables
wide open,face down.
From a series of World books to the perpetual collection of Classics
Walls after walls,the varied colours and proportion of books form a mural

Each book with it's own personality,
Each one having a different story to tell,
Each one taking you to different places with different faces.
Each author having his innermost thoughts to share.

The hardbound cover reveals nothing about the essence of the book,
until you turn the pages over,the fragrance determining the meticulousness with which the
book has been used.
The creases formed by repeatedly folding them being a familiar place..
A bookmark being obsoleteand hence kept away.

The many journals that have been penned half way through
Their sudden discovery and intoxicating smell of ink tantalizes you to resume again..

Books are recorded form of memories
The association with each creates the varied fragments of where i belong..
-sreya

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suprematism vs propaganda art

so whats the difference between the artists during the nazi period and kazimir malevich?well for one the german artists of that time popularised something called propaganda art.The works are a must see,why?because they are capable of making one laugh...as they are synonymous with what can be called half truths,or well perfectly concealed lies..The techniques used were by controlling the media,flag waving(An attempt to justify an action on the grounds that doing so will make one more patriotic, or in some way benefit a group, country, or idea)euphemism,creating confusion and appealing to the fear of the general public and basically playing with the psychology of the people!all this was portrayed in the form of art.
suprematism however had no relation whatsoever with nature, humanity, politics, or social message but existed purely for its own being, its form dictated only from the graphic, intellectual exercises of the artist's brain, Malevich is an example of such.The black square for example i found to be very intriguing even though when you see it for the first time,you would find it repulsive.But well became the symbol, the basic element in the system of the art of suprematism, the step into the new art!well i found it interesting since it creates an element of curiosity as to what lies in it..an infinite vastness and one cannot gauge the depth.

My architect

It is a story about a man who tries to get to know his father(louis kahn)through his works over different phases of his life.well,what was interesting to see was that from louis kahn's first work to the national assembly house at Bangladesh, there has been a lot of transformations in terms of sensitivity towards his work.
Though personally however i donot like the concrete structure right in the middle of the sea,it somehow gives me a sense of claustrophobia.I think one of kahn's best work was the salk institute.however the focus of the movie was more about his turbulent personal life (ironically which wasn't his LIFE)!

DarK n Dreamy mEh?!

Insane,are we?!:))

I believe with different circles or groups of friends,the kind of comfort level you share comes through in the kind of crazy things you decide to do with them.Well below is a fragment of the insane things my friend ritz and I do;P!
we were kind of experimenting with 'new laptop features' n the discoveries were not only fascinating but well simply awesome!:D..so this is something we did a long time back!

http://www.karaokeplay.com/recordings/the-house-of-the-rising-3124251.html
karaoke experimentation ;p

Oh, simple thing

Somewhere only we know lyrics
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go? So why don't we go?
Oh, this could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know......
_keane
I understand the meaning of this song so much better now and its relevance !
:))

superfluously superficial?

fake,superficiality,wannabe(?),pretentiousness are all so synonymous.Here i sit down and wonder what constitutes the 'traits' or let's say signs that bring out the idea of one being' fake'.well i concluded that there might be no conclusion to it..no particular thing that defines the idea of superficiality,what i see to be fake may not appear superficial to you.The context differs with each person.'oh look at her t-shirt,she's such a wannabe'(wow,T's do really define a person strongly:p)(???)
i can say people have different ways of expressing what they feel,they probably need an identity to express their own!Just maybe the person is very passionate about a certain thing and wants to express it in the way he/she is loud and clear.Thats probably why i adore artists(any form of).They can express themselves in SO many ways and even when their work is questioned,they are able to just be themselves.

So again,what is fake?

probably a few years back i used to loosely term some people as 'wannabe's..now i laugh at the very thought.Firstly,its not even a word..considering it to be one..what is wrong in aspiring to be something..maybe some people go out of the way to BE something but they yet can't be typecasted as that!because as cliched as this may sound,unless you aspire to be,how can you KNOW for sure what you believe in?!
how can you believe in something,
believe in it much to love it,to understand it.
So just one thing i'd like to end this post with is that i do agree that people put a mask either to hide their identity,out of fear,or like i mentioned to be expressive or just to appear to be plain nice(may or may not be genuine),but everyone in this world pretends,(as cynical as it may sound) but its true..even the person who identifies her friend to be 'fake' n still nice to her is equally or more superficial than her.
genuinely;D.

paranoia

Fear.
It's such a feeling that eats you up.
It stops you from thinking reasonably or in some cases taking risks!
i fear a lot of things.
But off recent there has been a kind of fear that i have learnt to embrace..I'm trying to bring down the wall!
Habit..addiction, whatever you might want to call it, can also be a root cause of fear.
and soI'm afraid of being habitual to it,is that weird?
I don't know but the fear is engulfing me and sO i have decided to BREAk this habit soon however difficult it might be to adjust again....

perCeptionS..

My new FOund Joy!:))

Okay,so our a.d site visit(the project that is still going on!)was at shirazi mosque at mohammad ali rd.Thanks to most of the projects given by college,we visit interiors of the city we've Never set forth before!but i am glad..coz the beauty of the city actually lies in these narrow gallis,hawkers,goats let loose on the roads,antique (g+2)buildings,the general commotion on the streets et al.So here i landed up at mohammad ali road to look for a blue mosque......well let the pix speak for themselves:)

p.s:the day i went to click some pictures,it rained heavily so well i tried my best to get nice snaps

LighTs>camera>europebug:D

Above:Someone's watching over u....

<:misty shades of the twisted tree...

Eternal Sunshine of a sPOtless mINd~

BElow:stagnant clouds~in blue and sepia

:spectrum

transcendinG hOrizons

Sometimes we just forget that the blend of basic elements like light and water could be as beautiful as Europe's architectural beauty.Here are some of the many snaps that i took at switzerland and frankfurt with a little bit of experimentation:)

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reflections...

I finally watched Raavan this Sunday.I wondered why people hated it so much!It was an extremely thought provoking movie according to me.Truly one unconventional hindi film and a brilliant adaptation of the book.If we overlook the song-dance sequences,one would understand that the film was filled with allegories and symbolism.I would'nt say that there was a protagonist in the movie but yes a lot of antiheroism portrayed.None of the characters were either black r white..all of them including ragini(sita's adaptation) showed shades of gray.Infact one would percieve the movie in such a way that they would have mercy on Beera(raavan).Even the unspoken relationship of Beera and Ragini has been shown beautifully.Even the fact that Raavan has 10heads is so symbolic..Raavan has 10faces..not all of them are evil,some of them even posses feelings.Even the fact that Sita does put on a bravefront but internally she is terrified and lost were traits that were human and thankfully shown well in the movie...
Every little thing starting from the fact that for Ram,killing Raavan was more significant than getting Sita back to the fact that he uses Sita to get to Raavan and in the process killing Sita's blind belief in him and losing respect for him is portrayed well in the movie.Raavan's thoughts that were spoken out loud were often mistaken to be a murmur by the audeience(!).Ram was righteous but not idealistic,Raavan was vengeful but innocent..depends on how u percieve it!

I loved this dialogue from the movie where Beera asks Ragini about how great is her Dev(Ram).She replies He is God to me..to which Beera replies- he must be the GREATest then...but then howcome I feel so great..full of jealousy?!":)

Someone rightly said a war only happens when the two parties involved think that they are right and believe in their respective causes!....

So here's my question..do we all have ten faces?Each one different from the other.We all have an insecure,fearful side to us,we all doubt what we do at some point..at the same time we fight..we fight with the black clouds in our heads..we want them to drift away.So is my reflection me..or my alter ego(s)??

'Du haSt mich?!'

~Curtain~

Goodbye.

Incredulously the laced fingers loosen,

Slowly sensation by sensation, from their warm interchange,

And stiffen like frosted flowers in the November garden.

Already division piles emphasis like bullets;

Already the one dark air is separate and strange.



Goodbye.

There is no touch now.

The wave has broken

That for a moment charged the desolate sea.

There is a word or two left to be spoken--yet who would hear it?

When so swiftly distance

Out measures time, engulfs identity?

Already like the dreamer startled from sleep

And the vivid image lost even in the waking,

There is no taste now for the shrunken sense to keep,

And these, the dreamer’s eyes, are not alive to weep,

And this, the clinic heart, the dreamer’s is not breaking.

Is it so easy then? Goodbye no more then this

Quiet disaster? And is there a cause for sorrow

That in this small white murder of one kiss

Are born two ghosts, two Hamlets, two soliloquies

Two worlds apart, tomorrow?

---helen spalding



As much as I detested the 12th grade cbse syllabus for english (after icse!:P),this was one poem which i really liked.The time this poem was written,the place..everything was so apt.even when it talks about seperation..of two souls..it does not necessarily mean between two lovers..the idea of seperation could be between a father and daughter,two siblings...

My favourite part of the poem are the last two verses,since it reveals so much about how two people can be individuals and yet be dependent on each other...It talks about the uncertainty..incase of hamlet"to be or not to be",a famous quote.

A stranGer

Cast the calming apple
Up and over satellites
To draw out the timid wild one
To convince you it's all right
And I listen for the whisper
Of your sweet insanity
While I formulate denials
Of your effect on me
You're a stranger
So what do I care?
You vanish today
Not the first time
I hearAll the lies
What am I to do with all this silence?

Shy away, shy away phantom
Run away, terrified child
Won't you move away
frekin' tornado
I'm better off without you
Tearin' my will down

Chronicles oF DEUtscheland!

the flying horse...

the memorial for those who died during the holocaust... the remians of a church...

one foot on the east n d oder on the west of germany:)

So this summer i went to Europe,though i spent most of my time at switz,i went to Germany for a couple of days.The Architecture of the place is truly amazing..paintings on the walls of buildings..each picture depicting a different story.The flying horses with the presence of which one could identify a theater or a opera house.The semi damaged cathedrals with blackened walls which was kind of a constant reminder of the whole bombing that took place here.Another interesting thing i witnessed there were te kinda of structures...modern ,high rise buildings on one side of the street while the other side had ancient houses.

Honestly even though Germany was truly a beautiful place,i was a little freaked.Especialy since my sis and I had the Holocaust in mind.We saw the MEmorial of those who died in the holocaust..there were a thousand concrete structures!and yet they perhaps constituted 1/4th of the number of people who died.

The only positive thing that i got to see which diverted my mind from being depressed was the Berlin Wall.An amazing sight..the remenants which tell you that how we(the people) can change everything.The Unification of East and West Germany is an example of such.!iT happened just 20yrs ago,we spoke to some german people and they told us about how they actively participated inthe breaking of the wall and how they still had pieces of it as a reminder.Checkpoint Charlie...the very place where the mass revolted,broke down the wall which actually mocks the sillyness of two former superpowers(one of which still claims to be a superpower).The only thing that really annoyed me were the Gimmicks..people actually clicked pictures with two people posed as the generals of the respective parties ,atleast I felt as though they were making fun of the whole incident that happened.Think about the people who couldnt meet their relatives who just lived across the street coz it was divided,the struggle people had to go through,the extent to which they were provoked ..

,And the costumes do nothing but bring up the painful memories of seperation....

Neil gaiman QUotes!

I am planning to read this graphic novel by neil gaimen called sandman.i read some of the extracts from the book..and well i must say they were simply brilliant!really interesting stuff!!here are some excerpts from the book:



I doubt I'm any wiser than I was five hundred years back. I'm older. I've been up, and been down, and been up again. Have I learned aught? I've learned from my mistakes, but I've had more time to commit more mistakes.

Hob Gadling, in SANDMAN #13: "Men of Good Fortune"

"If I hear another of your theological paradoxes, I'll scream. Frankly, today I don't care if God exists or not."

"I doubt He feels likewise, Miss Walker."

Rose Walker and Gilbert, in SANDMAN #14: "Collectors"

Desire, listen to me carefully. Remember this. We of the endless are the servants of the living -- we are not their masters. We exist because they know, deep in their hearts, that we exist.

Dream, in SANDMAN #16: "Lost Hearts"

Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.

Dream, in SANDMAN #4: "A Hope in Hell"

"I am anti-life, the beast of judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds … of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?"

"I am hope."

• • Choronzon and Dream, playing the oldest game, in Sandman #4: "A Hope in Hell"

"You say that I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly. But – you say that dreams have no power? Ask yourselves, all of you, what power would hell have if those imprisoned here could not dream of heaven?"

• Lucifer and Dream, in Sandman #4: "A Hope in Hell"

I find myself wondering about humanity. Their attitude to my sister's gift is so strange. Why do they fear the sunless lands? It is as natural to die as it is to be born. But they fear her. Dread her. Feebly they attempt to placate her. They do not love her.

• Dream about Death, in Sandman #8: "The Sound of Her Wings"

And when it rains.....

pic 1:shades of a beautiful gray

pic2:in the bluee

No amount of Images.

Words.

Can substitute the feeling and the memories....

There are so many things in life we take for granted....we don't acknowledge its existence until one fine day everything dissapears.Thats when you begin to miss it.

Take for instance the Bombay rains ..i hate rainy days and all the dampness and the gloomy atmosphere that comes wid it but due to the absence of it for months i began to miss it and i am overjoyed now that they're here!yes,bombay rains are back...:) and i am loving it!

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Food for a thought....................

A masochist says,"Hit me!"

A sadist replies."No,I won't!"

~What silence said~

This is a nice song with beautiful lyrics by susheela raman

Paris café. our last rendez-vous .
rainswept, backwardscripted windows
our shrunken heads reading signs and lips one last dance .
broken steps / before your eclipse
was there thunder in your ears?
mine were full of sand, not hearing
what your silence said
and if I turn around, your mouth open/ no sound.
your eyes screaming/ retreating into blackness
a day too late, your news found me at home.
mind bubbling up/ angry water refusing a stone and then revenge/
I felt life surge in my veins
a hunger you would never taste again
did you lose your faith in love?/did you lose faith in human feeling?
silence.
did you lose your trust in truth?
did your heart find no way to healing / like I lost you?
you left your lovers close behind
all twisted up in time, you crossed the line.
it's all we have this thin twine.
then nothing/
just the emptiness you carved
your spine a lonely blade in space
to the end a dancer
beautiful face....
begins to fade...
thanks you for being my friend
beautiful face begins to fade..

An ODe

this Is an Ode to the sadistic ,narcissistic people/megalomaniacs;D.



(made the following sometime during college lectures)


(in the 2nd pic as the text aint that clear:P
person to the right is a stuck up/dumb moronic demon and the person to the left is trying to exorcise it:P!)