tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48409798008221714012024-03-13T13:07:30.609-07:00..ab.na.jaa..Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-71379086836992922892011-03-26T12:36:00.000-07:002011-03-26T12:36:24.936-07:00Day 1 of Holidays<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Finally.FINALLY.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>It is..to quote Shakespeare " Liberty! Freedom! Enfranchisement! "</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I am done with my boards.It's still to sink in,but oh boy,the joy of not doing anything is beautiful.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>So that is precisely what I did today.Nothing fruitful.<br />
What remains to be seen if all my days will go this way.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I miss people.Important people in my life. :(</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Hoping for better days :)</b></span></div>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-25456373475380163572011-03-26T11:52:00.001-07:002011-03-26T12:18:36.099-07:00On Hoping.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><st1:date day="16" month="3" year="2011">March 16,2011</st1:date><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hope. It’s a strange thing. It makes you believe. Believe in something, just making you pray that luck favours you. And you believe so hard, so much, for so long, that after a period of time, you give up. Because the future is not that close. Because although you keep the light at the end of the tunnel on your mind, it seems as if the long way to that light will never end. So you build up your defences. Decide that its you on your own, abandon faith, move on. You prepare for the worst or the best – whatever comes your way. You just stop believing in miracles and just divert all your energy in simply fighting the battle, whatever’s thrown your way.And you don’t even seem to be doing all that badly. You’ve lowered your expectations, how much worse and lowly can things get? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And then wham. Hope hits you. Hard. In the gut. Takes you down, takes the breath out of you, shakes the ground you fall on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And still manages to take you by surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And makes you happy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Somethings are best when they disappoint you the most. And then turn around to make your world a happier place.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hope is at its best when its given up on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hope. Give up. And then start believing again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Let it convince you why somethings are worth the sadness,the long wait and the anxiety. Hope.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-42312978131679224492011-03-03T02:55:00.000-08:002011-03-26T12:20:40.057-07:00Stranger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>the amber time of day</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>and dusk in the thoughts of my mind</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>lonesome me and a lonesome room to return to...</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I had had a bad day.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>arguing with the crowded silence </b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>on the streets that led me home,</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>battling with the shrouded ignorance</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>the world never moves wrong.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>and then I saw you</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>nothing special,nothing bright.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>just another lonesome wandering body </b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>out on the pavement,</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>under the street light</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>confused,I stopped</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>who likes company when they're down and out?</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>for you stared in the distance</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>lost look in your eyes.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>seemingly, conspiracy had plotted with the universe.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>yet you threw me a glance</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>a smile with it chaperoned.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>and patted the empty distance next to you,</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>nodding at the bench.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>so I approached</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>hesitant and apprehensive.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>what did I have to lose</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>moments of warm companionship for a long tired day were more than I bargained for.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>there we sat for an hour or two</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>just you and I in complete solitude.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>the clock ticked by,</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I didn't know.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>people passed,</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>some threw us a second glance :</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>"just another quarelling young couple.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>they'll find peace in a while".</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>broken in my reverie,</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I got up and shook the dust.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>gave a final smile to the man </b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I wouldn't forget in this life.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>walking away before I knew it was too late to turn back</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>I felt mysterious tranquility and sedation,</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>comfort in emotion.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>love,friendship and life were again in contemplated perspective.</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>strangeness is strange</b></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>how there's much to share in silence with a stranger.</b></span></div></div>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-91686485063936124052011-03-03T02:11:00.000-08:002011-03-03T02:11:16.285-08:00Where've you gone?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i></i></span></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Look where've come,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Back to where our shadows started.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And I forget,forget how it began.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I'd write a song about it,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>If it meant something,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>But I guess it's just that the time wasn't right.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Wrapped like a finger to mine,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Strung like a guitar string,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Like the lone noisy flag fluttering in the wind,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Like a part of me,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Look how we walk on different sides of the same road.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And I forget,forget on why we wanted the same things.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>If I could make you believe this,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It's this something,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I believe we both deserved better than this.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Wrapped like a finger to mine,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Strung like a guitar string,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Like the lone noisy flag fluttering in the wind,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Like a part of me,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Look how we're closer to falling apart together.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And I forget,forget why this is such a bittersweet regret.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I'd hold on to you now</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGELvtUA7ruVhGUHZ9WSLlxaos3bOTJELeqmkqpmwXpU3UmioKXUtmw7Cv1FSPYdhU48FqLgQqhyphenhyphen4ck-65vv2GWWmte78ZxVcp3FP44ItElRAAUc80VZJBuHGCGLevY1oZXURbP5aoE6c/s1600/Alone.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGELvtUA7ruVhGUHZ9WSLlxaos3bOTJELeqmkqpmwXpU3UmioKXUtmw7Cv1FSPYdhU48FqLgQqhyphenhyphen4ck-65vv2GWWmte78ZxVcp3FP44ItElRAAUc80VZJBuHGCGLevY1oZXURbP5aoE6c/s400/Alone.JPG" width="321" /></a>If I weren't scared to touch you,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Something has changed.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Wrapped like a finger to mine,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Strung like a guitar string,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Like the lone noisy flag fluttering in the wind,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Like a part of me,where've you gone?</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Look how we go on,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Separately together.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And I forget,forget why I don't want to be here,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Doing this.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I'd wait here as long as it takes you,</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>If it weren't for the memories we make </i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>That turn to rust.</i></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Where've you gone?</i></span></div></div>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-78591546908945037202011-03-03T01:50:00.000-08:002011-03-03T01:57:13.899-08:00Photographing (?!) nudes.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">For some strange unexplained reason,I have a strong urge to do a series on the human anatomy. To do nudes - to put it bluntly.<br />
Do not consider this as some pervert need to see the naked human body.That is hardly what attracts me to this interesting subject in photography.What does interest me,is the form and the figures.I have always been fascinated with portraits.Somewhere,portraits and nudes are inter-linked.An expression of the sheer joy of physicality.<br />
There is something about the human skin and the way light strikes it.The curves,the lines,the texture.The most efficient and complex thing on earth.It's an unexplored subject,despite the volumes that has been researched,discovered,written and painted or photographed about it.<br />
Everyone perceives their body differently.Some shy away,some flaunt it.Some are hesitant,some confident.People are fat,thin.Or just ok.They are hairy or bald. Skinny or fleshy - Human anatomy is perfection in its complexities.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zK7R7_2vuTNuq-0thg5hm2z1VMXTTPLVtsw1oxg0AKQvKf1sUS0INVqBo3m0l-xhPQvGpVY0x31W40n5wm9o0bExa24YxF761hPuYArAIcy4qY61US2be9uCns_doCR8wSNwvnsTNOA/s1600/home2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zK7R7_2vuTNuq-0thg5hm2z1VMXTTPLVtsw1oxg0AKQvKf1sUS0INVqBo3m0l-xhPQvGpVY0x31W40n5wm9o0bExa24YxF761hPuYArAIcy4qY61US2be9uCns_doCR8wSNwvnsTNOA/s320/home2.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplLHMr835z0hhD6cpPLyBPriwSr8dSREsYqkjK-B6FqvvuJB9KEeCMe-uv43-Os7Gsbg2ISMWVBrCGOCPhrPdOev-zTVja6Bdpr8btvvuKU2kdprm2uKxXukcgflp26SaqFtRnu37kRk/s1600/nude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhplLHMr835z0hhD6cpPLyBPriwSr8dSREsYqkjK-B6FqvvuJB9KEeCMe-uv43-Os7Gsbg2ISMWVBrCGOCPhrPdOev-zTVja6Bdpr8btvvuKU2kdprm2uKxXukcgflp26SaqFtRnu37kRk/s1600/nude.jpg" /></a>I recall this book I read on the right types of clothes women should wear according to their body shapes by Susannah and Trinny.The book was divided into different sections,each describing the kind of clothes that would suit a type of body part.For instance,people with broad shoulders and slim shoulders.The pages which displayed the title of each of these sections had a picture of a nude female,displaying only that part of the body,as suggested by the title.The pictures were so beautiful -all shot in black and white.They were aesthetic and tasteful.In no way was the model's face or expression shown.It did not compromise on her modesty or allure with her sexuality.There were absolutely no sexual undertones.Simply a picture of a part of the human body,beautifully and artistically displayed.The shades,the tones,the lighting was so impressive,that it has left a mark on my mind.It is my inspiration,should I ever get down to doing this series.<br />
However,*sigh*,it's a mean task.Mostly,because it requires a model who is bold enough and who can completely shed inhibitions along with the clothes.Besides,it also requires strength/courage on the photographer's part.In the neo-conservative times we live in,it is still difficult for the masses to accept the beauty of nudity.<br />
But alas, what is a photographer's worth if he cannot display his work?<br />
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(Photograph courtesy : - found new pictures of nude pregnant women.Brilliance! on <a href="http://maternitybykoren.com/blog/?tag=black-and-white-pregnancy-photography">maternitybykoren</a>)</div>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-37319340454913596352010-09-20T10:26:00.000-07:002010-09-20T10:26:09.257-07:00a countdown to old age7.<br />
13.<br />
16.<br />
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what are these figures?generally,the age in a person's life where birthdays matter.<br />
I dont remember having a memorable birthday.ever.of the 17 years of my life so far,I've never yet had a spectacular birthday that I would remember fondly and cherish.<br />
Nothing spectacular,no surprises,no showy gifts.I really think all of this is alright- this isnt what makes your birthday.<br />
firstly,whats the importance of a birthday?well,it is important.because for a change,people centre happiness around you for 24 hours.just you.for regular people,it's a rarity.it doesnt happen on 364 days and 6 hours.its just one day when your made to feel special and wanted and loved and cared for.<br />
gifts...really.too many people give gifts undue importance.gifts should be meant as a form of gratitude,a symbol of affection.instead,they've become objects of compulsion that <u>must</u> be given and MUST be taken with a smile on the face.A gift should be thoughtful.<br />
my idea of a perfect birthday is just to be with people I like and love.and who like and love me back.<br />
My entire family,friends close and dear and some good food.I've never had this birthday.<br />
this year too,I wont.Because my family is incomplete.and that breaks my heart.because this year,it matters to me and somewhere I have a puritan belief that a year that starts well,goes well.<br />
so much so for happiness and joy and best wishes.<br />
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</u>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-8257298766689560842010-09-18T10:22:00.000-07:002010-09-18T10:22:37.935-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">It would make more sense if the life cycle was all backwards...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Die first and get death out of the way.Then,you live in an age-old home with pension.You get your PF and start working.You work for 40 years,until your young enough to enjoy retirement.You booze,party and get ready for college.Then,you become a kid - play,have no worries.You become a little baby,go back into the womb,spend your last 9 months floating,and finish off as a chromosome.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Life is beautiful :)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">This was a forward I recieved on my cell one day.I just like how it puts life into perspective.</span></span>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-87037849960820215582010-09-09T11:11:00.000-07:002010-09-09T11:11:55.068-07:00Out of orbit<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">In this galaxy of complexity and simplicity</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She went out of orbit</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The rocks of her foundation didn't stop her</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And she took another path</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She met other stars on the way</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Joined them on many a night</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shared secrets and stories</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of a life she could now only call her previous one</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She wanted to climb the stairway to heaven</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rise,rise and shine different in the dark skies</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Venus stood by her at every point</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Luck decided to fortune her</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Past the hurdles and walls she climbed</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Remembering those she had left behind</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her heart chilled by their indifference</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the sense of dissimilarity they felt</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One evening she sat by the rainy window</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And thought of the people she had once claimed to know</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The people who said they cared,loved and cherished her as much as she did them</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Where were they now?</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She stood now among the clouds</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally her journey complete</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">People from the previous life encountered her</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reminding her how much things had changed</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But how roots of the soul's essence don't</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They had no idea how lost she felt inside with them</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was surrounded by those who truly loved her and</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Had travelled with her on her revolution</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Meeting the people of her far-away life</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She thought of how distance can change everything</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You can be surrounded by all the pleasures and niceties</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You can reach the absolute zenith of your wishes</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Its somehow incomplete though</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"> </span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When you don't have those you started out with.</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*Dedicated to all friends - old and new.</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-25961587674977563812010-09-09T11:09:00.000-07:002010-09-09T11:09:33.673-07:00when high hopes are laid to rest<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">they said you were the bright boy<br />
that the hope in your eyes would lead the blind<br />
that in mute trust the world would follow<br />
and you will touch the towers of uncertainty<br />
<br />
they said the earth was not deep enough<br />
the skies not high<br />
fires would never engulf<br />
which walls of iron and defiance could stop you?<br />
<br />
there was something about you the crowd knew<br />
purple and silver and blue were not the only colours of your mystique<br />
because you said you could<br />
breaking the walls of eternity seemed possible<br />
<br />
time fell like rain<br />
and washed away who you were<br />
you glance in your inner mirror<br />
and the reflection is unfamiliar<br />
<br />
and you drown in an ocean too big for you<br />
one you should never have known<br />
and I see your soul going up in that grey,grey sliver of smoke<br />
till you disappear into the unknown<br />
<br />
what burnt out that light inside of you?<br />
what made you fall to never rise again?<br />
what made you think the last rope you tied would never be undone?<br />
what made you think your story would never be told?<br />
you used to be the bright boy.</span></span><br />
<br />
* for all those who lost their shine.for those who matter to me - may you never lose your shine.</span></span></span></span>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-64670813875425168622010-09-09T11:07:00.000-07:002010-09-09T11:07:02.197-07:00Ink on my feet<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I wake up on a careless morning,like every other.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And as I rummage for a breath of life,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I drop a bottle of hope.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">It crashes with the resound of an aching head.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">So I walk out of my home</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">With ink on my feet</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And a picture of you in my hand</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">No aim to reach,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">The goals of a gypsy</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I go by houses I know like the blind</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">The laughter of friends still hanging in the air</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">The smell of rain just out of reach</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">The sun still in its woken state</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I spend a moment under that tree,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">A cheap cigarette and a bottle to go</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">With the melody we made</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">On a second-hand guitar and a torn page</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And so I keep walking</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">With ink on my feet</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And a photo of you in my hand</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Still no aim to grasp,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Searching like a gypsy.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">There used to be nights that made up for the years lost,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And messages in secret,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Smiles that made way in crowded places,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">A small warm hug to cheer the blues that wouldn't go.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I still write with the pencil that hasn't broken it's point</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And the endless paper gives me comfort</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Like the lone ship in the waters</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">To a survivor at sea long lost and forgotten</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">But I'm still walking</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">With ink on my feet</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And your picture in my hand</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I forget the aim I never had,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Wander like a gypsy</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">So I search for the boy who promised me,</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">With the hope that I will find a message in a bottle</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">For I have words to say I wish I had given you</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">The time before you went away.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I miss the idea of you</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And the songs we made</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">The sweep of your hair</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And the smell and touch of you.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I have ink on my feet</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And a photo of you</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">It was short while it lasted</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">And what I feel,is gone with you.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I'm waiting,still searching.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*Because -unbelievably - it's the 21st century.I could peep into government buildings,find out about spy satellites.I can get classified information with the common technology in my hand.But I still can't manage to find you.</span></div>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-66501227462608782422010-09-09T11:03:00.000-07:002010-09-09T11:03:31.612-07:00On complete irresponsibiltyToday,I shall feel free to do what I have seldom done before - remove my anger through the written word.<br />
Through the years,the importance of time has been a virtue that I've striven hard to inculcate - through the example of other important figures in my life and through what I have observed.<br />
It's not merely about time management or punctuality.Keeping time in consideration while doing something reflects a lot on who you are and your social behaviour.<br />
Keeping someone waiting is simply not acceptable,especially so when you have no plausible cause or reason for it.Everyone has mobile phones these days and firing away a text message or making a short call takes barely ten seconds if your an efficient and regular user of your handy mobiles.Pity is,if you cannot do that much to inform a person who is waiting for you,it reflects rather poorly on who you are.<br />
When any situation calls for team efforts,a single person taking collective responsibility is immature and stupid on the part of other team members.It reflects lack on interest and seriousness.Don't get me wrong here.I'm not against leadership.A leader guides,but should in no way do the work of others under his wing.<br />
Today,I was pissed off.Genuinely irritated to the point of breakdown.I stood in the rain for my team members to arrive.They conveniently forgot,had lectures and could not complete work assigned to them and did not even have the courtesy to reply to my messages and calls asking about their whereabouts.Stranded in a pathetic situation.This is not a post of self-pity.Its anger.Because noone gives a damn,and right now my life is pretty much centred around it.If there was ever a time I felt like lifting my heavy bag full of books and a water bottle and hitting it on acquaintances and friends,it was today.Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-21860896536128913142010-09-06T11:08:00.000-07:002010-09-06T11:08:36.225-07:00whats beenSo what's been going on lately?<br />
<br />
<b>Photography </b>- It's mostly been on a standstill because I've been a bit busy and the screen seems to be a bit screwed - which I need to get checked *mental note*<br />
<b>Studies - </b>Haha,very funny.Next thing please.<br />
<b>Debating Matters 2010 - </b>We made it through the first round!whoopay!cheers to us :)<br />
We next go for the regional finals to Mumbai.Got our topics/motions today.They've already decided our stance on it.They provide us with topic guides - which basically outline the scope of the deabte.In the regional finals,to be held on 27th September,there will be three rounds.If we manage to pass all,and win the regional finals,we go to Chennai for national finals.And if we qualify THAT,we go to London,baby :D *fingers crossed and hopes raised*<br />
<b>Social life</b> - friends have found a new bakra(scapegoat) to tease me with.hope the phase passes soon because Im still in two minds about whether I like him,or don't.Was Amrita's birthday today,so yay!Happy Birthday to a special friend.Had fun at her birthday celebration today.<br />
<b>MUN - </b>Problem,problems.One big headache.Research is extensive and hell redefined.But its fun.And its a bloody brilliant opportunity,so I'm not really complaining.Team members are highly uncooperative and are eating a lot of bhaav,which is mightily pissing off,because THEY were the ones to arrive late on the scene.<br />
<b>Reading</b> - The Godfather by Mario Puzo.I get what the hype and love about it is.<br />
<b>Health</b> - Have been eating out.*I am sinning.help!*Haven't been eating the 6 meals that I should be eating,and not been eating at the right time.Forgetting to eat my medicines at the right time.Not been going for my as-such-almost-regular walks.(though hey,I cycled for a half hour yesterday,so that's good!).Must be back on the good track,and MUST stop sinning.<br />
<b>Will soon read -</b> Sigmund Freud's 'The Interpretation of Dreams'.<br />
and....that's all I can think of right now.And I must sleep.<br />
Sigh.The misery of it all.<br />
Ciao!Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-87818964257447913282010-09-02T09:15:00.000-07:002010-09-02T09:15:10.630-07:00thought for the day types.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Things aren't perfect.They really are not.And I have a couple of jack-ass friends completely screwed in the head.And my studies are following the backward-bending curve from economics.We are stuck with a load-full-of-shit country.We are going to frigging Bom-the-bay completely unplanned.I feel too full of caffeine to attempt sleep.But beat this - I'm loving every minute of it.Even the jack-ass friends screwed in the head.I'm happy.Probably because things aren't perfect.</span>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-56411263402172321482010-08-24T04:02:00.000-07:002010-08-24T04:02:45.190-07:00To dadaHey bum.<br />
How are you?<br />
Today's Raksha Bandhan.Its killing me.I miss my usual annual income that I incurred at this juncture of the year.<br />
Who am I kidding?I miss you.And I miss that Mom would scream early in the morning for us to do the whole ceremony,but we all ended up being so busy and wound up in our own lives that we'd do it only in the evening.And how Dad would pay you so you could gift it to me minutes before we did the whole aarti thing,and all that jing bang.And how every year lately,one or two of your friends turned up to become my brothers.It hurts,because this year,like last year, I have nothing to do.So I sit around pretending to be okay,cleaning the house,listening to music and then the Ipod starts playing Tum Ho Toh.And that's always a been special song I associate with you because you sang it so badly.And I cried.I cried because I miss you and I miss having a brother who would irritate the hell out of me,who would hit me just to see how pink my skin could go.And I miss having to make sandwiches for someone or making anda bhurji with cheese because nobody else I know likes it half as much.<br />
Mom doesnt say anything.God knows how.She tried in her own way though.She asked if I wanted to buy rakhis this year,send it to the cousins.I couldnt.Its too much of an emotional burden.She didnt even send any rakhis to her brother.She made sheera today in the morning despite the fact that she's been down with the flu since 5 days.It didnt strike me until much later why she must have done that....And in the morning,all she told me was that she felt sorry I had to eat the same breakfast everyday so she thought of making something different.Bloody stupid Hindu festivals and their significance and importance and what-not.That's why being an Atheist is way way simpler - less emotional dependence and more detachment from everything you love.<br />
I came on facebook,and it did nothing to make me feel better.All my friends had status updates dedicated to their brothers or photos from today.A girl from college who's a friend's friend asked me how much I got today from my brother.I signed off immediately.What do I say,and to who all do I explain?<br />
So I sit here,type all this as a steady stream of tears falls on your precious laptop...I think of the times we sat late at night singing songs on the guitar...I sit by the window desperately hoping to hear the horn and sounds of a Ford Ikon at 7,which would be your usual time to return from office and after meeting friends.And today,like I otherwise would have,I wont put together the thaali with rice and something sweet and mom amd dad's rings.But I'm still going to pretend I tied you a Rakhi.I'm still going to hope that your there to watch over me.And I hope loads of girls that you fancied up there tied you a rakhi today.<br />
I miss you,you moron.<br />
Love you.Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-87784253404032852432010-08-20T10:59:00.000-07:002010-08-20T10:59:07.510-07:00Not so goodAm I upset?Am I angry?Am I just pissed?Yes.Things arent working out half as well as they were till yesterday and right uptil today afternoon.Now there are obstacles AGAIN.And I'm literally SICK of running behind people to no avail.It's almost taken my interest off it.<br />
But the situation must improve.Things HAVE to fall into place.I don't want to let go of this opportunity...<br />
<br />
Well all this besides...what's new?Mom wasnt well today,I got a downright fright.She's better now,thankfully.<br />
Besides that...Got to go.<br />
Tada!Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-22030194664933500492010-08-18T06:05:00.000-07:002010-08-18T06:05:17.245-07:00So,are things looking up?<br />
Yes sirree,they are.There's a new purpose to life.There are things to look forward to.There are interesting people in my life...new people,fun people,determined people.And that helps me get a little bit of focus too.And thats really really good.<br />
Gee,Im in a pretty good mood today.And how much ever your friends suck,its fun having them take your case, because its true,and its nice.<br />
Things on life are finally perking and chirping - whatever that means.Cheers to the future :)Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-50322071497973789882010-07-23T11:03:00.000-07:002010-07-23T11:26:00.588-07:00Photo class : Day 2<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrN_sa_KPkdpF5g6HXX4cPRfED7KLI1o_2SkLqqnCQ2NMqKiGZI6Ps13RRXVZd-DhVAiizE-r6_5Tn8pE848Z8KYNf-oTbgD3LgPOX-2VZqm6tIhr2yxI4m-k1VdtLWvfnsiMIVFvs0w/s1600/DSC01183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrN_sa_KPkdpF5g6HXX4cPRfED7KLI1o_2SkLqqnCQ2NMqKiGZI6Ps13RRXVZd-DhVAiizE-r6_5Tn8pE848Z8KYNf-oTbgD3LgPOX-2VZqm6tIhr2yxI4m-k1VdtLWvfnsiMIVFvs0w/s320/DSC01183.JPG" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;">A Picture I took of a statue at home.I rather like it :)</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>18th July,2010<br />
Class at 8 a.m.Run run run when you wake up at 6.30 a.m. on a Sunday no less.<br />
SO :<br />
Verdict of the day?It wasn't bad,to be honest.It was quite decent really.We started out by going to the campus and doing some outdoor photography of the campus garden-with the main aim of concentrating on light -which really was a bit of a task because the garden was more or less a petridish of weeds and grasses.But that was interesting,because we had strict instructions to take pictures only on the Auto mode,so primarily,the only way we could experiment was with our subject and composition.And with about 18 of us in a limited space,it was a small challenge to decide the best way to take a unique picture that 17 others could not possibly take.After about an hour there,we were told the group could break up and we could wander outside the garden to the rest of the campus.That was sort of convenient for me because college is second home to me now,but my camera's battery was taking its last breath,so I had to go back to the classroom to charge it for a bit.While my friend and I waited for that to happen,this other girl from our class was also there,so we talked for a bit.It was nice - she's human,whoopay.After that was done,I didn't have much time on my hands - since we had to be back in the classroom by ten - so I wandered around,took some pictures of the bamboo garden I rather like,and came back with two minutes to spare.<br />
After that,we had a presentation on the origin of photogrpahy and some basic concepts.That was good,theory that helped.<br />
Assignment was to get at least ten pictures over the next week,experimenting with aperture and shutterspeed.I ended up getting around 160 pictures,all in one day :P<br />
Day 3 tomorrow.Let's hope it gets better,and the rain doesnt play spoilsport should we go for outdoor shooting.<br />
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P.S. -Contemplating joining Flickr.com and uploading my best.Won't get better till I've heard constructive criticism and oh-so-wonderful encouragement from unknown people :)<br />
More on that later,<br />
Cheers :)Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-66890522573304634442010-07-17T10:58:00.000-07:002010-07-17T10:58:25.664-07:00Photo class : Day 117th July,2010<br />
<br />
Had my first digital photography class today.<br />
It was kind of disappointing - to be honest - because I expected more enthusiasm,more fun,nicer people.But I'm assuming too much too soon,so I won't base my views on judgements formed in one day.<br />
So my friend and I reached the classroom at 3 p.m. looked around,it was puzzling really,because people seemed as if they had woken up from sleep.We got chairs at the back,and sat ourselves down,while one of our - teachers?guides?professors? - fiddled around with the laptop and the projector.<br />
One of the teachers/guides/professors came and gave an introduction on photography,just a basic opening discussion.We then saw a ppt of '"ten reasons why you should do photography" and that was SO choro-fied,it wasnt even funny :P It had terms like "Little League matches" and "backyard".Ha.<br />
Then the other instructor/guide/teacher/professor explained a little about DSLR,SLR,Semi SLR and the Box cameras,briefly outlining the basic course structure.They gave us a little advice on what to keep in mind while buying a camera.Well,it wasn't anything awe-inspiring,pretty elementary stuff,really.We were dismissed after that - although our lectures(?)/discussions(?) were to go on till 6 p.m.<br />
Tomorrow we've been asked to come equipped with camera and associated equipment,and shall hopefully get started.The class of about 18 people will be divided into two groups,each to be headed by one of the instructors : Outdoor and indoor.Im praying I dont end up with the weirdo who has been doing wildlife photogrpahy for four years but joined this class for "fine-tuning" his basics,and ends up showing off too much.<br />
hmph.<br />
Hoping tomorrow is way way better,and that I learn something,and that through this class,I can see the world and capture it in the best way possible :)<br />
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Good night!<br />
cheers!Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-37908919705698901732010-06-09T11:24:00.000-07:002010-06-09T11:24:28.751-07:00TodayToday,today I watch you as sleep takes over<br />
There's a content smile on your face,though I see the depth of your sadness.<br />
Your lying next to me and your warmth reaches the crux of my soul.<br />
I have fought my battles,<br />
Tried to emerge victorious.<br />
You stood by me,<br />
Held my hand when I walked into the unknown,<br />
Been the shoulder that kept me company in those dark nights I wanted to scream through.<br />
<br />
Today,today I lie looking at you<br />
Thinking of the times we shared...<br />
Those dreams of living together...forever.<br />
Never growing old,<br />
Building castles of bliss.<br />
I create a parallel universe in my mind,<br />
I wish I could turn it to reality.<br />
I see the future and you standing there with me.<br />
<br />
Today.today I wish I could ask the higher strengths<br />
Time,that slips out of my hand like water in the rain<br />
I struggle for a breath , a faith to keep me strong,<br />
A belief that could turn things right.<br />
I reach out,touch your hand,<br />
Feel the life that surges through me.<br />
Today,today there is hope.<br />
Not for tomorrow,but for today.<br />
Today,I'm not afraid<br />
I know I can let go:<br />
There's only so much I can hold onto.<br />
Today,I know<br />
I face the uncertainty.<br />
And when the white light comes today,<br />
Today,I shall surrender.<br />
Forever.<br />
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*Dedicated to all the family members and loved ones of people who have been unfortunate to be struck by a terminal disease.Dedicated to their strength to bear,carry,encourage and survive through the worst.Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-80299924572351380202010-06-03T12:31:00.000-07:002010-06-03T12:31:26.222-07:0004-06-2010It's been 1 year,5 months and 21 days.<br />
And I still miss you just as much.<br />
To all those who say time heals wounds - it doesn't.It's a wonderful phrase to say when you have no other words of comfort.But really,it doesn't.Time just distances you from an event and a person.It tries and fades memories and all that you cling to.But it heals no wounds.It just deludes you and fools you into believing otherwise.<br />
I was playing with Odie today.Splashing water,fooling around.Laughing like a kid.I felt so carefree.And when I laughed,it came from within.Not like the hollow laugh that does light my eyes,but not from within.And then there was this really big pain inside when I remembered our last Holi together.It was just like that...throwing water on each other...I didn't cry.Of course I couldnt.Mom was there.I was laughing.And the next moment I was feeling guilty.<br />
I miss you.This life,I feel guilty about it.I can't stop thinking why or how.I can't stop wishing that if it had to be someone,then why not me?I have done nothing to deserve this life.But you were such a precious person.Such a wonderful son,intelligent student,all rounder.A friend everyone envied.A brother I couldnt have asked more from.A terrible singer and those horrible tunes you played.Everyone needs you.No matter how much we try to hide it from others and from our own selves,we need you.<br />
It's completely removed my faith from "God".All those things people say about "God is testing you when he puts you through tough times"...I don't need that.I never wanted a God.Never wanted his help or him to doubt my faith in him.Why test us for that?<br />
I read this book called "Pure Evil" today,written by a mother whose 25 year old son was hacked to death by his girlfriend.She described the pain and agony the family went through during the trials.She said she couldn't describe it and noone would understand it till they themselves had gone through it.A year back,neither would I.When she wrote about her daughter's speech in the memorial service held for her son,I cried.<br />
I just wanted to let you know how much I loved you and appreciated your presence in my life.Regret,remorse is killing me.<br />
And I miss you.Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-79858968260169610182010-06-01T03:07:00.000-07:002010-06-01T03:07:20.047-07:00the first monsoon's quick postIt's the first day of June,2010,1522 hours.<br />
It was hot in the morning,so much so that I had second thoughts while getting dressed to go for the morning walk.I was greeted by a superbly fantastic sight when I opened my today morning...3 lovely books of German on my desk :) whooopay.Really,it's time I start concentrating on my German which is deteriorating in the two months of summer holidays quite like the drops of water on a hot tin roof.<br />
It's an idyllic summer day.It started raining about a half hour back.It looks lovely now.This is my favourite time of the year...the sweltering heat.The relief of the rains.The lovely breeze.The crackling clouds weak with thunder.And that perfectly heaven smell of wet earth.The hunger to eat something warm - samosas,soups,coffee and the ever favourite : Maggi.Digging up old classics to listen to and sing alongwith.And the bestest part of it all : the skies.They are so heartachingly beautiful...lovely hues,all clear after the rains...I wish I could capture every monsoon evening on a camera roll.<br />
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Till later :)<br />
cheersMalvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-14837979950772189942010-05-30T12:09:00.000-07:002010-05-30T12:14:02.962-07:00इस रिश्ते को...इस रिश्ते को क्या नाम दूं?<br />
बहुत कहा,बहुत सुना<br />
फिर भी है ये लम्बी ख़ामोशी<br />
ये अजीब दूरी,ये करीबी<br />
<br />
दोस्ती नहीं,शायद प्यार ही सही<br />
कैसा मौसम,ऐसा एहसास<br />
कुछ करने की ज़रूरत<br />
यूँही बैठे रहने की चाह<br />
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बहुत मस्ती,थोड़ी घबराहट<br />
बंधी सी इस आज़ादी से<br />
कभी सोचती,कभी मुस्कुराती<br />
यूँ मचलती,यूँ नाचती<br />
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इस लम्हे को समझना चाहती हूँ<br />
कोई ख्वाब,कोई सच<br />
छूना नहीं चाहती तुम्हे<br />
ये तितली हमेशा के लिए उड़ गयी तो?<br />
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अँधेरे मैं सूरज हो<br />
या शायद कुछ कम,कुछ ज्यादा<br />
तुम्हारी ज़िन्दगी मेरे लिए खुली किताब<br />
और मेरी आँखों के पीछे हैं बंद दरवाज़े<br />
समझोगे कब?<br />
इस रिश्ते को क्या नाम दूं?Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-28169264688026181302010-05-16T11:55:00.000-07:002010-05-16T11:56:19.052-07:00for you.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Went through your things today.Memories were settled on it as thick and firm as dust.Some things made me smile and remember the days we loved.Most made me cry on how we can never create those days again.There are so many times that come back to me.Casual words I never meant,so much I shouldn't have said.Million things I should have otherwise shared.Its said : time heals all wounds,I should let go of the pain.But how do I live without it?There's a desperate need to hear your voice again.An urgency I can't describe to hear your silly laugh.A desperate want to hear you sing and play those tunes you loved.There's a picture of you in my mind.Sitting by the table looking outside.I want it to be real.I hate this world.I found a book amongst your things.It mentioned You and I.You captured parts of our childhood in it.It makes you all the more special.I wear your shirt,the one you wore too much.Your scent has faded away.I want you to bring it back again.There's a silly sweet poem you wrote on me when you were ten or so.You called me your darling sister and printed it on special paper.It's got the remains of my tears on it now.I flip through your forbidden diary.There's another side of you I didn't know in it.I wish I had understood you then as you were.You could have been so much more near.There's an ache in my heart when your friends share your stories with me.I don't want to know those stories,just as I wouldn't have ever heard them were you here.I want your advice on so many issues.But where do I turn?These memories,I don't want them.I want you.I'm afraid of moving anything in your room.I want things to be just as you left them.I want you to fight with me,hit me,make me cry...anything,just to feel your presence again.This empty existence of mine,it's not called living.Do something,make me feel again.Just be okay,just be here.<br />My dearest stupid boy,I love you and I' so so sorry I didn't tell you that enough.I just hope you know it.Missing my pig like hell.<br />Take care off all those girls I bet your dating in heaven.And they had better take good care of you.</span>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-78068195820202436232010-04-04T05:10:00.000-07:002010-05-30T07:44:28.883-07:00Food for thoughtSaw a rather ironical signboard today outside a five star hotel for its restaurant.It was for the ongoing food festival - "THE STREET FOOD OF THAILAND" - it boasted.Ha.Street food to be eaten in a five star?Street food.In a five star.And you pay 800 bucks for it(and I'm excluding the RATHER fine print of 'taxes extra').Street food.I find that rather weird and paradoxical.If I want to eat STREET FOOD,why in the name of heavens above would I do it sitting in a fine-dining restaurant where there are elegant silk and taffeta curtains,chilling air conditioners and where I must tip the waiter with at least 10% of my billing amount? <div>Don't get me wrong.I'm not a minimalist,against five star hotels.I love them just as much as the next person.I'm not suggesting that we deprive waiters their tips.I'm not saying that five stars should charge amounts next to peanuts...the mere suggestion of that idea is so very ridiculous.</div><div>What I'm really saying is that,it beats the point.It's called street food for a reason.</div><div>Ya ya,I know you can say that they are bringing exclusivity and authentic stuff and blah blah blah.Beats the point.</div><div>I'm not just targeting the hotel.I'm just saying generally.Where it's not your specialty,why bother?Where you can't be the original,or better,why bother?</div><div><br /></div><div>Go to any Udupi/South Indian restaurant in India - typically owned by a Shetty - and you will get the widest assortment of dishes.It truly is multi-cuisine in the real sense.You will get everything from South Indian,"North Indian",Mughlai,Tandoor,(alas,but India MUST face diversity and difference even in the menu cards!),Italian,Mexican,Pizzas(yes,they are NOT included as Italian),Continental(which is usually salads and an assortment of funnily spelled words like spaghetti bolonees - read as Bolognaise and also includes "toast and jam/'marmelade'",cereals,cornflakes,eggs to order,etc ),Burgers and Sandwiches,Chinese,Thai,Sizzlers...its an exhausting list.I remember this one occasion where we ordered Chilly Chicken from a South Indian restaurant.This spicy dish consisting of fried chicken coated in cornflour in a spicy soya sauce with chilly,green capsicum,onions and garlic was presented with dry fried chicken,with a sweet-ish taste,and garnished a LOT with coriander,cashewnuts,raisins and other assorted dry fruits.</div><div><br /></div><div>I find it ridiculous to go to a 5 star to eat what I can cook at home.We eat out to experience new food,new tastes and somkething different,but authentic.Eating a wada pav at a big restaurant is a stupid idea - because it'll cost hell,it won't be as tasty,and it's out of place.eating FrenchOnion Soup at a small dhaba-like place is a stupid idea - because it won't taste like it,will be completely different and it's out of place.</div><div>In the end - cause I really AM running out of things to say - I oppose myself and say,it's alright once in a while to eat something that's not supposed to be cooked there.It creates a good enough experience to laugh,criticise and remember.</div>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840979800822171401.post-31445403283432333552010-03-25T06:31:00.000-07:002010-03-25T06:58:38.188-07:00My life,in this worldMy maid told me of an incident that happened in her village a couple of years ago.It was shocking and so terrible.<div>A minor girl,around 16 or 17,was gang-raped.She became pregnant,and her family practically abandoned her,because of the shame that she had supposedly brought onto them.She lived poorly,wandering alone,and ran away from her house.Due to depression,she became mentally ill.She was raped again,while she was still pregnant.She committed suicide.</div><div>It was so horrible listening to this.I can't even imagine the pain that she must have gone through.Will power and self confidence are very nice lofty words to say...how could she have practiced it?What belief had she left in this world?</div><div><br /></div><div>Just some thoughts on it.Its very cold and gory.May she rest in peace.To all those women who have to bring a part of their being into life in this horrible cruel world,because of circumstances they can do nothing about.</div><div><br /></div><div>how do I bring my life into this world?</div><div>where even your own blood can kill?</div><div>its such a cruel hell</div><div>I have no words</div><div><br /></div><div>how do I explain to this life</div><div>why daddy may not come home one night?</div><div>that the thunder and stormy skies </div><div>are not the only things to be frightened of</div><div><br /></div><div>how do I match my eyes with the innocence of my life?</div><div>with the sins I have committed</div><div>and while regret will haunt me to eternity?</div><div><br /></div><div>how do I guide my life</div><div>through this space of hatred and murder</div><div>knowing so well that one shot</div><div>could kill so many lives</div><div><br /></div><div>I lay in my own pool of blood</div><div>and wonder how long my life will survive after me</div><div>how long my life will live through this shame of mine</div><div>so I let my breath spool out of me</div><div>my life will die within me</div><div>and yet it will live better than in this life,</div><div>in this world</div>Malvikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210824226534352597noreply@blogger.com1