This blog is about my take on life, humorous - like the crazy circus mirrors which make even mundane things look hilarious, almost honest - like the shadows and yet, profound - like the reflections over still waters...
Saturday, March 22, 2014
TTT #3 - Colours
It's true, I am suffering from a TTT OCD ;-)
This is what I wrote for their 'colour_of_your_choice' Holi special.
And yes, I rather liked these ones, so I took extra effort and put them in coloured boxes just like they did ;-) :D
(Belated) Happy Holi pplz! B-)
Friday, March 14, 2014
Happiness is ...
A day when there's so much pending work and impending deadlines that procrastination takes over...
I dare you to tell me it's not true ;-) :-P
#iSketch #afternoonTP #tissuepaperSketches
PS: The inspiration is obviously the Happy Page on fb
#iSketch #afternoonTP #tissuepaperSketches
PS: The inspiration is obviously the Happy Page on fb
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Music and Memories
It started with incoherent mono-syllables. Then there were lullabys. Along came nursery rhymes and poem recitals. Practice songs for her high school drama. A playlist of the latest and greatest hits for her RJ stint on the local radio station.
They always sang together.
He never got upset even when she sang out of tune, merely smiled and corrected her - every single time. He always let her sing in her own way...muddling the words, skipping notes...and smiled admiringly at his little angel. And he wondered how quickly time had passed since he first saw his bundle of joy, and decided to name her after the first note of music - after all she was the beginning of his note of happiness too :-)
Sometimes she used to close her eyes and just listen to him as he did his daily riyaaz. Although she couldn't grasp the nuances, she loved to close her eyes and listen. And all she could then see was a hue of colours dancing away - like a rainbow doing a waltz (if one could ever imagine such a thing...:) ) Graceful, colourful, full of mirth. Entangled colours, yet each freely retaining its own unique shade. Just like the bond they shared.
The notes still linger. The lyrics still play. The only thing missing is him.
Although she will always feel his presence. The voice she will hear when she plays their favourite songs will still be his. He will speak out whenever she reads the poems they read together. And his voice will always echo in her head - whenever she needs to hear him - all through her life - through good times and bad, happy ones and sad, when she needs to take decisions, when she needs to hold on to her beliefs and when she needs to let go of prejudices too.
His voice will be her guiding light. A guardian note. She just has to close her eyes, and no matter what's going on in her life - she will see the rainbow do the waltz, yet again.
I just pray and hope she has the strength to close her eyes and listen, yet again.
They always sang together.
He never got upset even when she sang out of tune, merely smiled and corrected her - every single time. He always let her sing in her own way...muddling the words, skipping notes...and smiled admiringly at his little angel. And he wondered how quickly time had passed since he first saw his bundle of joy, and decided to name her after the first note of music - after all she was the beginning of his note of happiness too :-)
Sometimes she used to close her eyes and just listen to him as he did his daily riyaaz. Although she couldn't grasp the nuances, she loved to close her eyes and listen. And all she could then see was a hue of colours dancing away - like a rainbow doing a waltz (if one could ever imagine such a thing...:) ) Graceful, colourful, full of mirth. Entangled colours, yet each freely retaining its own unique shade. Just like the bond they shared.
The notes still linger. The lyrics still play. The only thing missing is him.
Although she will always feel his presence. The voice she will hear when she plays their favourite songs will still be his. He will speak out whenever she reads the poems they read together. And his voice will always echo in her head - whenever she needs to hear him - all through her life - through good times and bad, happy ones and sad, when she needs to take decisions, when she needs to hold on to her beliefs and when she needs to let go of prejudices too.
His voice will be her guiding light. A guardian note. She just has to close her eyes, and no matter what's going on in her life - she will see the rainbow do the waltz, yet again.
I just pray and hope she has the strength to close her eyes and listen, yet again.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Perspectives - a photo blog
This has been on my mind a long long time really.
one of the things I love is clicking the sky through trees - I call those pics 'perspectives' B-) This is what I usually do when walking by myself - look up and go click click (and of course my bro would say that this is precisely the reason I keep bumping into things and falling into ditches ;-) )
Posting a series of pics I clicked over the years...my very first "photo blog" :-)
one of the things I love is clicking the sky through trees - I call those pics 'perspectives' B-) This is what I usually do when walking by myself - look up and go click click (and of course my bro would say that this is precisely the reason I keep bumping into things and falling into ditches ;-) )
Posting a series of pics I clicked over the years...my very first "photo blog" :-)
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
(Yet another) Terribly Tiny Tales (post)
I really can't seem to get enough of the TTT format. It's too addictive and when they ask for submissions on 'words', I simply have
to write :D
Rambling on...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale#1:
The hoarding promised fairer skin in ten days flat.
Hollow useless words; the Crow smirked.
When would They realize colour doesn't matter.
Dark is equally beautiful.
He shit on it and flew away.
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale#2:
"Thou shalt never steal", said the words on the school's emblem.
The Headmaster never really noticed them, as he took the parcel from the parents and confirmed the student's admission.
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale#3:
"You will remember my teachings and stories when you have grandchildren of your own", were old Nan's words.
But she really had never forgotten them.
Neither when the doctor said she would never conceive, nor when she looked now at the room full of kids in the orphanage she volunteered at...
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PS: Here is the TTT fb page and here are my earlier TTTs on 'hope'
Rambling on...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale#1:
The hoarding promised fairer skin in ten days flat.
Hollow useless words; the Crow smirked.
When would They realize colour doesn't matter.
Dark is equally beautiful.
He shit on it and flew away.
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale#2:
"Thou shalt never steal", said the words on the school's emblem.
The Headmaster never really noticed them, as he took the parcel from the parents and confirmed the student's admission.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale#3:
"You will remember my teachings and stories when you have grandchildren of your own", were old Nan's words.
But she really had never forgotten them.
Neither when the doctor said she would never conceive, nor when she looked now at the room full of kids in the orphanage she volunteered at...
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PS: Here is the TTT fb page and here are my earlier TTTs on 'hope'
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
The Keymaker(s) of Magarpatta City
A Tuesday morning. Laptop? Check. Charger? check. Wallet? Check. Office ID? Check. Close the door shut. Bam! Keys inside.
Knock on P's door for the extra key. She can't find it :-|
Realize that you will have to tackle the issue immediately because the decoration stuff you promised you'll get for the office fest is trapped inside as well :-|
Realize with a heavy heart that you need to call him.
Yet Again.
Dial 'KeyMaker' (called KM, henceforth) for rescue :P
There are some people whose services you just can't do without. "Essential services". When I moved in to Magarpatta, HC gave me the KM's number, along with the usual list of Maid, Cook, Laundry and Car washers numbers and I thought, "OK this is cool, but I won't be really needing it. But let me save it, emergency ke liye..."
But yeah, HC knew me better :P
And this KM has really been a 'saviour' at times :P
Especially for people like moi who have duplicate, triplicate, quadruplicate and even pentuplicate keys (I wonder if those are even legit words :P) (and yes, this is over exaggerating things ;) ) and still manage to lock themselves out, or lose (mostly its a 'forotten them somewhere, and think you've lost them' syndrome) the 'Keymaker of Magarpatta City' (as I like to call him) is indeed a saviour.
He is a character, and a completely technosavvy one at that. Just a phone call away from all 'stranded/locked-out' people. :P
His phone rings and you hear "इतनी शक्ति हमें देना दाता...मन का विश्वास कमजोर हो ना..." Seriously. #I am not kidding.
And you smile, despite yourself, and think, "What irony! This guy opens people's doors for a living and his caller tune says 'भूल कर भी कोई भूल हो ना...'"
You already trust him, even before he picks up your very first call :P This should be a decent banda you think, 'coz his cellphone sings 'हम चले नेक रस्ते पे...' :D
"Kaunsa door lock hua hai? Main door ya room ka?" he asks. "Room ka." "Naya key banvana hai ya sirf door unlock karna hai? Naya key banvane ka charge is 200/- Sirf door unlock karna hai to visiting charges 200/-" he says. "Key andar fasa hua hai, sirf unlock karna hai. Office jana hai, aap abhi aa sakte hai kya bhaiyaa?" you plead. OK, he says and promises to be there in 20 mins. He arrives, with all the paraphernalia, a big brown bag packed with keys, tools and whatnots. And you can see he's quite the busy man...for the ten odd minutes he takes to unlock the door, he gets atleast five calls :P
The first time he had come, he got a thick plastic sheet, just slid it in the gap between the door and the wall frame and with a well trained jerk pried opened the door! And I was like, "What! That's it?! Is this so easy?! And 200 bucks for this?!" :-O He smiled his saint like smile.
This time around, he was upto more 'technical' stuff. He loosened the disc in front of the lock, and used some kind of a screw driver that had a bent pointed end and used that to 'open' some lever inside the lock. Hmmm. 200 bucks.
Anyways, like I said, until there are swift gusts of winds to shut doors and forgetful people like me around, he's going to have a good business going! All I can do is thank him and pray he stays as honest as he is... :-))
Amen.
PS: This was written in a fit of #'I have nothing to do, while being stranded outside my room' and waiting for the Keymaker to turn up. Totallyy in a mood to rant and crib.
PPS: Although I have seen, and dealt with the same keymaker always, am sure they have a gang...err 'team', of their own. Hence the title, 'Keymaker(s)' ;-)
PPS: and while I was whiling away the time, it did occur to me that it's high time I learnt to open locks on my own. And I remembered one such time @H11, when me, C and K had (unsuccessfully) youtubed and tried to open K's room after she had forgotten her keys@home :P
Nevertheless, am definitely going to try some youtubing the next time around :P And who knows, if I get really good at it, may be I can even think of an alternative profession, and also get to call myself a 'non virtual ethical hacker' ;-) :-P
Knock on P's door for the extra key. She can't find it :-|
Realize that you will have to tackle the issue immediately because the decoration stuff you promised you'll get for the office fest is trapped inside as well :-|
Realize with a heavy heart that you need to call him.
Yet Again.
Dial 'KeyMaker' (called KM, henceforth) for rescue :P
There are some people whose services you just can't do without. "Essential services". When I moved in to Magarpatta, HC gave me the KM's number, along with the usual list of Maid, Cook, Laundry and Car washers numbers and I thought, "OK this is cool, but I won't be really needing it. But let me save it, emergency ke liye..."
But yeah, HC knew me better :P
And this KM has really been a 'saviour' at times :P
Especially for people like moi who have duplicate, triplicate, quadruplicate and even pentuplicate keys (I wonder if those are even legit words :P) (and yes, this is over exaggerating things ;) ) and still manage to lock themselves out, or lose (mostly its a 'forotten them somewhere, and think you've lost them' syndrome) the 'Keymaker of Magarpatta City' (as I like to call him) is indeed a saviour.
He is a character, and a completely technosavvy one at that. Just a phone call away from all 'stranded/locked-out' people. :P
His phone rings and you hear "इतनी शक्ति हमें देना दाता...मन का विश्वास कमजोर हो ना..." Seriously. #I am not kidding.
And you smile, despite yourself, and think, "What irony! This guy opens people's doors for a living and his caller tune says 'भूल कर भी कोई भूल हो ना...'"
You already trust him, even before he picks up your very first call :P This should be a decent banda you think, 'coz his cellphone sings 'हम चले नेक रस्ते पे...' :D
"Kaunsa door lock hua hai? Main door ya room ka?" he asks. "Room ka." "Naya key banvana hai ya sirf door unlock karna hai? Naya key banvane ka charge is 200/- Sirf door unlock karna hai to visiting charges 200/-" he says. "Key andar fasa hua hai, sirf unlock karna hai. Office jana hai, aap abhi aa sakte hai kya bhaiyaa?" you plead. OK, he says and promises to be there in 20 mins. He arrives, with all the paraphernalia, a big brown bag packed with keys, tools and whatnots. And you can see he's quite the busy man...for the ten odd minutes he takes to unlock the door, he gets atleast five calls :P
The first time he had come, he got a thick plastic sheet, just slid it in the gap between the door and the wall frame and with a well trained jerk pried opened the door! And I was like, "What! That's it?! Is this so easy?! And 200 bucks for this?!" :-O He smiled his saint like smile.
This time around, he was upto more 'technical' stuff. He loosened the disc in front of the lock, and used some kind of a screw driver that had a bent pointed end and used that to 'open' some lever inside the lock. Hmmm. 200 bucks.
Anyways, like I said, until there are swift gusts of winds to shut doors and forgetful people like me around, he's going to have a good business going! All I can do is thank him and pray he stays as honest as he is... :-))
Amen.
PS: This was written in a fit of #'I have nothing to do, while being stranded outside my room' and waiting for the Keymaker to turn up. Totallyy in a mood to rant and crib.
PPS: Although I have seen, and dealt with the same keymaker always, am sure they have a gang...err 'team', of their own. Hence the title, 'Keymaker(s)' ;-)
PPS: and while I was whiling away the time, it did occur to me that it's high time I learnt to open locks on my own. And I remembered one such time @H11, when me, C and K had (unsuccessfully) youtubed and tried to open K's room after she had forgotten her keys@home :P
Nevertheless, am definitely going to try some youtubing the next time around :P And who knows, if I get really good at it, may be I can even think of an alternative profession, and also get to call myself a 'non virtual ethical hacker' ;-) :-P
Monday, December 23, 2013
Terribly Tiny Tales
My recent fb addiction is the Terribly Tiny Tales, TTT page :)
I am floored by the crisp and awesome tales on the page, and have become a big time fan :) :)
So when they invited new TTT on 'hope', I had to put aside my Wednesday evening's work and write :)
Here are their rules.
And I don't have the patience to wait for them (to select, in the first place) to publish my entry :-P;
So here goes :
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale #1:
The street urchin he saw on the way to work each day lay bleeding on the pavement.
Oblivious to the stares and apathy around, he rushed him to the hospital. Doctors had hope the boy would survive.
His white shirt, he noticed had turned red. Smiling to himself, he realised it was Xmas eve.
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale #2:
It was a terrible bomb blast. Shattered glasses, abandoned homes, and piles of debris for miles around.
The sniffer dogs tried to look for clues amidst the chaos.
In the aftermath of despair, and tales of loss, hope survived.
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale #3:
His teacher announced a Math test the next day.
Having played around all day, he kept his Math notebook under the newly cut, yet undecorated Xmas tree.
He believed in early miracles. He hoped Santa wouldn't mind.
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A very merry Christmas and a Happy 2014 to all! :)
I am floored by the crisp and awesome tales on the page, and have become a big time fan :) :)
So when they invited new TTT on 'hope', I had to put aside my Wednesday evening's work and write :)
Here are their rules.
And I don't have the patience to wait for them (to select, in the first place) to publish my entry :-P;
So here goes :
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale #1:
The street urchin he saw on the way to work each day lay bleeding on the pavement.
Oblivious to the stares and apathy around, he rushed him to the hospital. Doctors had hope the boy would survive.
His white shirt, he noticed had turned red. Smiling to himself, he realised it was Xmas eve.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale #2:
It was a terrible bomb blast. Shattered glasses, abandoned homes, and piles of debris for miles around.
The sniffer dogs tried to look for clues amidst the chaos.
In the aftermath of despair, and tales of loss, hope survived.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tale #3:
His teacher announced a Math test the next day.
Having played around all day, he kept his Math notebook under the newly cut, yet undecorated Xmas tree.
He believed in early miracles. He hoped Santa wouldn't mind.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A very merry Christmas and a Happy 2014 to all! :)
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