after ungraciously abandoning my blog for several months, I'm back! :)
that should be enough good news for you lot, but i shall delight you further by announcing that i shall post extremely frequently for the next week or so.

now that I've made your day, (*smug*)i shall go think up random things to post.

sadly though, i lost the bet the soliloquist and i had about 8 new blogposts in a week.
now I'll have to buy her coffee. :(

Crescendo and Catharsis

It's the third day of the 15th Kolkata film festival, and so far I've watched 7 feature films and 6 short films.
i recommend Caroline Link's 'A year ago in winter', not because i think it's particularly highbrow, but because it's very human. although the end might disappoint you. and it did make me wonder if in reality, there's ever a build-up to the grand finale of realisation and emotional display.
or is that something directors put in to make their otherwise relatable characters seem larger than life?
also, at the cost of ruining the film for you: there's closure, for everyone. :)

p.s.: do you think God made dogs to make cats looks smarter than they really are? just a thought.

Mahanabami

i've had a strange Pujo. "surreal, but nice." :)

feast

i'm reading a book called A Matter of Taste: the Penguin Book of Indian Writing on Food, and this picture is on the cover:



the book is an interesting read, but the cover is what really caught my attention. i've realised that only in a Jamini Roy painting does a cat get a whole lobster to itself.

night

have you ever tried singing 'Dear Prudence' at the top of your lungs, in the shower, around midnight?
it's unbelievably liberating!

i can't fall asleep very easily. sometimes it's a bit of a problem, but if you must have a condition, insomnia is one of the best to have!
staying up late is like stretching your day by at least three hours! which is a blessing if you're one of those people who always have a ton of work to do.
or that other kind, who just like to have a lot of lazy me-time on their hands.

nights are for long showers, and good music, for re-watching feel-good romantic comedies.
nights are for conversations,and for settling down to a new book, or a much read, old favorite.

call it hedonism. :)

i saw a bright red kite today! =)

Nothing to be done.

i'm taking two completely different courses this semester, that are simultaneously trying to explain to me the futility of human endeavor.

*sigh*
i'm too young for such cynicism. o_O

"Severus, please..."

have you watched the new Harry Potter movie?

if you haven't, may i offer a teensie bit of advise? don't.
at least not if you're a Harry Potter fan (or were, a couple of years ago...because we've all moved past that phase!).
if, however, what you really want to watch is a half-assed romantic comedy, with dark, broody undertones, go right ahead!

let me ask you this, did you enjoy 'The holiday'? you know, the kind where two or more inter-connected couples all hook up at the same time?
now imagine random bits of the film salad-tossed with a Hamlet inspired plotline.

there you go!
you've practically seen it now! :)
yes, you're welcome! *benevolent smile*

also, the moment towards the end where Dumbledore pleads with Snape, which in the book was beautiful and heartbreaking, is so blah! :(

green

there are no patterns, no order, not in anything.
it's all a maze of flitting, whirring images and moments. everything and everyone, a constant frenzy of activity. like there has been way too much caffeine.

the campus is always a fierce, vivid green this time of year. everything is overgrown, and bursting into fresh blossoms.
monsoon is our spring, i think.
the narrower paths have been engulfed by the tall grass in many shades of green, and even the trees that had been uprooted by the storm, have decided to take root and sprout bright green stalks and leaves.
the jheels are full to the point of overflowing, and after each shower there's always the overpowering scent of damp earth to look forward to.

meaningless conversation, over strong milk tea.
JU is home now. :)

we all fall down

i had a great fall.
much like Humpty Dumpty, only slightly less severe.
there wasn't as much damage, and they didn't have to bring in the King's men, although there was talk of getting in touch with some of the horses.

falling down is actually quite spectacular, if you think about it. here's a person, normally entirely in control of all their movements, who suddenly slips/ stumbles, loses their balance completely, and in what is quite often a swift, almost comic motion, lands on the ground with a resounding thump!
to the person in question, of course, it is slightly less entertaining. but there's that moment in the middle where you're swooshing through the air with absolutely no idea where you are, or what's going on, quite clueless about when or where your bottom will come to a rest. it's a little like being drunk!

anyway, the point is, the only thing seriously injured, was my ego (and my left palm, which went quite red and achey for a while). and i shall never again giggle when people randomly take a tumble.

feline folly

have you ever dangled a bit of string in front of a cat. if you haven't, you absolutely must try it.

step 1: find cat. if you have a cat, brilliant! find it. if you don't have a cat and your neighbour does, kidnap it.

step 2: find string. yarn works just as well.

step 3: put the two together. dangle the string in front of the cat, or drag it across the floor (string, not cat). keep it out of furry's reach, and keep it moving.

I've always thought cat-toys were designed to humiliate and insult the intelligence of these normally dignified and intelligent (my cat happens to be an exception) animals. that was before i tried the string trick.
watch as they start acting like retarded kittens.

be warned, they can chase the string for hours on end without tiring.

2

when the afternoon sun hits the asphalt, I want you to be there with me.
stand right behind me and watch it with me.
I want you to witness the exact same things I see, if only to confirm my sanity.




yes, phase 2: emo blogging :)

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phase 1: organised blogging

* the cyclone was called AILA!
* have discovered green apples
* exam over.
* don't ask
* lunch at TD, today.
* i'll never wear white again!
* writer's block
* Gah!

coming up next: phase 2 - emo blogging.
followed by 'yay! i'm a 5yr. old' blogging.

* goodbye

what does "Inquilab Zindabad" even mean anymore?!
what revolution?



P.S.: okay, so i've read 1984 ant The Book Thief back to back (and re-read Animal Farm). that should explain the moral outrage ;)

this song is stuck in my head.
:)

Indian summer

sometimes i feel like i'm made entirely of sweat and grit.
weary from the overwhelming, exhausting heat of the afternoon. the breeze flickers and dies around me.

i carry the flustering heat of the dreary summer, carefully tucked into my hair, like a forbidden letter, an outrageously beautiful trinket.
Now i become the heat.
i can see you flinch as you come closer.
even as you touch me i can feel you recoil, subconciously.

i wait for it to rain. i can wait forever. there's a summer sun in my soul that devours the water before it reaches the ground.

for now, i want to wear a flower in my hair, every day for the rest of summer.

somewhere along the line of increasing whiny-ness, i realise that my blog has become a rant-blog.
of course I'm entitled to the occasional outburst, or a meltdown here and there, but I've been writing way too many rambling, pointless, sad-sigh posts.
which is why I've stayed away from my blog for a little while.

anyway, now that it's spring/summer, and everything's all tralala, I've decided to start posting again.
which is just another way of saying that i have very little to do, and am usually bored silly. so I'll brighten your days with my delightful banter. and i promise i won't rant...as much.

:)

*sigh*

films are always misleading.

the best films are really the ones that can lie to you most convincingly. and we totally buy everything they tell us. especially if they tell us good things.
if you are a human female, chances are, you delight in warmfuzzy, happy-ending type stories. if you are a human male above the age of 10, you probably also like romantic comedies, but are embarrassed to admit it. (issokay, it happens.)

but, the most annoying are the movies that lead you to believe that the most perfect men, all sense of humour, and intellect, and incredible handsomeness, are everywhere.

they're not! all the men you encounter on the Internet are likely to be people you already know or creeps and stalkers. there's no Tom Hanks or Rahul Bose just waiting to be befriended and/or drooled over.

my life's a lie!
*sadsigh*

search

there's just so much that i don't understand. people and places, stories and their stories, and music.
sometimes it all becomes a desperate search for meaning. a frustrated, sighing, lost sort of search.
because there isn't really anything i expect to find.

but then if everyone always found what they were looking for, wouldn't it all stop making sense?
everyone would just give up and go home, if they had nothing to search for, nothing to find.

phase

stage 1: posting madly:
this phase constitutes of a period during which the blogger checks his\her blog everyday, and posts almost every other day.

(stage 2 of the occasional posting, and stage 3 of the 'whereyouwent' or temporary disappearance, follow)

As of now, stage 1 has begun (unintentional rhyming...symptomatic of lameness of blogger, what is otherwise known as 'not having a life')

Goo goo g' joob

i was listening to 'I am the walrus' for the 786th (approx.) time today, when i realised that it was one of those songs which i had always just assumed to be deeply meaningful, you know,you ones you would speculate about, if you weren't conserving energy by not working your brain muscles.
imagine my disappointment when i finally got around to looking up the interpretation of the song, and was told by wise old Wikipedia that Lennon "wrote the most confusing lyric he could" because some kid from Quarry Bank Grammar School,wrote him a letter that said "the English master was making his class analyse Beatles lyrics".
so then Lennon went "Let the fuckers work that one out", and wrote a whole bunch of stuff,added some 'nonsense lyric' for effect, and made a song out of it.
in conclusion: 'I am the walrus' doesn't make any sense, because it's not supposed to.

that like totally made my day! NOT!