Rustom and the Last Storyteller of Almora
Audacity
how impolite to say it
how rude to open my hair,
let it fall down my back, and sway it
how proud to hold my head high,
to look you in the eye
how unthinkable to have my own thought
and unflinchingly relay it
Contrasts
The rain…
It fell all around me
And on me
And it was also sunny
And I wondered why such contrast exists
I exist
You exist
Yes, contrasts exist in this world
And when we mix
Sometimes a rainbow emerges
Epic, stretching from forever to forever
Arching over our lives
And wondrously beautiful
On friends and friendships
Got this as a forwarded email:
Bonding with your gal pals is the best way to deal with life's ups and downs, here are six types that every woman relies on for advice and emotion support
We need different friends to fulfill different needs. Some make good counsellors, others are good listeners and some are miss fix-its. Each one plays an important role in our lives, and we cannot do without them. Here are six types of friends every woman needs in her life.
The new friend:
As much as we love our old friends, it's always nice to meet new people and add them to your friends list. New friends add a spark to your life, and help you re-evaluate your world, adding a new perspective to your life. They inspire and excite you, motivating you to get out of the routine and try something new.
The counsellor:
Can't afford a shrink? She is your best bet. She will listen to all your problems and offer you sound advice without being critical or judgmental of your situation. You can rant about the problems you are having at work, in your relationship or with any situation that requires your attention.
The strong as a rock friend:
She has been there with you like a solid rock in the ups and downs of your life. She knows you better than anybody and has seen and handled your various mood swings. You have had your share of fights, arguments and misunderstandings and have worked your way through it. You love each other and are inseparable.
The fun friend:
This one knows how to have a great time and she is the one who does not mind adding that crazy energy to your life. She always knows where the happening parties are and does not believe in getting home till the sun rises.
The honest one:
She will not say things to please you, and will not shy away from telling you the truth no matter what.
The mother hen:
She is the one you go to when in need for some TLC. She is gentle and comforting and will fix you a quick meal when your feeling down in the dumps. She will not lecture you, but will comfort you like a mother.
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This got me thinking – what kind of friend am I? I am not a mother hen. I am not ‘the fun friend’. The shrink? I can listen and give advice, but with a caveat – it may not be sound; I give, ‘use at your own risk’ kinda advice. I am honest, generally speaking, but I don’t believe in ‘hurt the other person’ kind of honesty. So if you look fat, don’t ask me if you do, because I’ll never say yes.
I don’t know what I inspire as a new friend, ‘creative ways to avoid new people’ maybe. I am a bad new friend. Most of time, I am faking it. I am losing interest in getting to know new people – just takes too much energy and they soon show some side of them that I dislike. Dear god, am I turning into a misanthrope?
Looks like I don’t fit anywhere on this list. Does that mean, I am no friend at all? O_o
I have been wondering, this disinterest in making new friendships - is it me or is it them?
That day
That day
I didn’t have the courage
To say, ‘Don’t.’
That day
I hid my face and
And today
As I step into my closet
To hang another face,
My eyes wander to that one,
The one with
The shame of cowardice
Writ large,
Stowed behind cobwebs
Of escapism.
I pull it out
And hang it away with
Myriad other faces:
The caricature of bonhomie
The grimace of being me…
One day
I’ll have courage again
To pick it up
Stroke it,
Own it, and say,
‘Yes, I was a coward
But I am who I am.’
And from that day on,
I will have no more
Your name
I want to taste your name
... savor it…
Bite off a corner of it,
Suck in the rest of it,
Slowly swirl it around my tongue and
Breathe it into the air,
Wrapped in a whisper
Inspired by something a four-year-old said about love. http://sobadsogood.com/2012/06/29/heart-warming-quotes-about-love-romance-from-kids/
You...
3D, 4D, why this kolavari Di?
All through this film that I had waited and waited to catch, I was totally disturbed by the 3D glasses. They were so uncomfortable. And well, the 3D was quite unnecessary, I thought. I don’t know if everyone felt this way or it’s just me. I want to be completely into the film when I am watching it, and the 3D just didn’t let me!
It’s like every two minutes something flies at you and reminds you that you’re watching a movie. They might as well shake your seats and laugh loudly in your ear. We go to the cinema for the high of losing ourselves in the story. Something coming flying at me every two seconds is not really my idea of involvement.
The screen looked dark almost the whole time. Not sure if this is how it was everywhere or the theatre I watched it at had some problem. In any case, a part of me was just dying for this torture to end so I could take off the freaking glasses. Interestingly, the film was good so it kept me in my seat despite the inconvenience and discomfort. But I couldn’t help thinking how much more I’d have enjoyed it if I’d just watched the 2D version of it.
The most annoying part is that the images look grainy and blurred if you take off the glasses. But at least the screen gets lighter, so I did watch part of the movie without the glasses; blurry, but in perfectly good color. So basically, I paid through my nose at a multiplex to get annoyed, irritated, and totally miserable.
And I hear 4D technology is here. Geez. I wonder what it does. As if just the glasses were not uncomfortable enough.
I am scared to think of what 5D, 6D, and 7D technologies will do to me. Will the actors stand around me and perform while I cower in fear of being struck dead? Will the hero jump and kiss me instead of the heroine? That should be good though! Imagine being kissed by Tony Stark. Haha. I can sure deal with it.
But then there are some movies I absolutely enjoyed in 3D! How to train your dragon was brilliant and I really liked the effect. Avatar was great! I only remembered at the end of the movie that I was wearing the glasses.
Maybe 3D needs a whole new technological shift – lose the glasses, for starters. Most viewers don’t want to be dazzled by a firework display of super effects – we still want the good old storytelling and emotional involvement. Somehow technology seems to come in the way.
I believe 3D should come with a caveat: Use only if absolutely necessary. And please, only if it enhances the emotional connection in some way, not if it hampers it.
Again...
Cheated by you again
Eyes blandished
Smile lied and led
Again…
Again I believed
Again I sang
Again heart leapt
And fluttered some more
Again I dreamt
Again I soaked in
Some of you
Again tears brimmed
In my eyes
And stayed there
Refusing to fall
Refusing to be contained
Again...
Restlessness and Sleep
Restlessness comes,
Peeks over my listless body
Smiles and
Curls up next to me
'Why so alone?' he asks.
And then my mind whirls,
Flutters, sways, churns.
Peace forgotten, I rest
My body alone,
My mind, all in a dither
Silent tears brimming
I think of Sleep
My old paramour...
You left me for
A new love...
Does she smile
When you caress
Her hair?
Does she whisper to
You from distant lands,
Her closed eyelids moving?
Does her bosom heave
With the slow rhythm
of your song?
Do her hands smell
Of fading henna?
Restlessness embraces me
'Look at me, darling,
He never did love you,
But I...
I am here for you...
I'll hold you.'
I stifle a sob and
Rest my tired head
On his thorny shoulder
For tonight he'll do
Tomorrow is
another night, though
And I'll hope again...

