White.
White marble stone. Stone paved courtyard. Tall white building. All white. White is clean. White is serene and peaceful. White is the color of spirits and ghosts. Lights are white. Pain is white. Pale is white. Milk, bananas, ice cream, tube lights, pages of a book, white quilt cover, snow, clouds, stars, white in the eye, white refrigerator, white daisies, white wash, snow white, a blank sheet is white. Space is white. Friendship is white. Truth is white. Teeth. Fingernails. The beach. Smiles are white.White word doc screen. White goods. White Styrofoam cups. White telephone set. White fever. White wash. White chalk stick. White. Milk. Beer foam. White whipped cream. White A4 size sheets. White house. Whiteness of a clean fresh shirt. White socks. White vests.White around eyeballs in your eye. White in the clock dials. White tubelight. And its white light. White electric switches. White microwave ovens. White people. Ying yang white. Pink and white. White strips in the middle of streets. White shoes laces. Black and white. Red and white: Coke.White Pepsi caps. White plastic. White sacks.White heeled shoes. White leather bags. White shoe polish. Mr. White detergent powder.White Rabbit the Chinese toffee. Dirty white keyboard that I type on.Dirty white socks that I wear. White semi-precious stones.White lies.White love.White tooth. White hair on old men’s head. White swan. White cranes. White pigeons.Black and white zebra.White polar bears.Little white mouse with pink eyes.Green and white stripped T-shirt in summer.Cool white cotton T-shirts.White Jeans.Doctor’s white coat.White tennis shoes.Black and white football.Germany’s white jersey.White body tight T-shirt.White Salwar Kameez.White bandage around the head.White plaster on broken hands and legs.White hair-ribbons on little girls.White uniform skirts of children.Albino white. Egg white. Napkin white. Candle stick white. Dictionary whites: white ant. Whitebait. White cell. White collar. White corpuscle. White elephant. White feather. White flag. White heat. White hope. White horses. White lead. White magic. White meat. White noise. White out. White paper. White pepper. White sauce. White spirit. White slave. White sugar. White tie. White wash. White wedding. White whale. Whitewood. Whitish white. Grayish white. Reddish white. Bluish white. Dull white. Vanilla white. Dazzling white. Boring white. Plastic white. Chalk white. Rough white. Scary white.This white background. Too much white? Where is white? What is white? Take a prism and see the white light? All reflected… all giving… that is white…unlike black…which takes in all. White. Only white.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
sam-O-shaz
I have nothing to write today.
All i remember is hot masala tea, chatamari and hot tarkari, heavy lunch, stupid sa exam i didn't prepare for... stupid two cases i cudn't decipher... they were that simple? or was i too unprepared! Unsatisfied WOMs. Evening walks. Blank faces. Utterly bright Angan mithaiwala. 12 samosas. Laughters. Giggles. And the radiating friendship we share. Three girls passing time in leisure - books, music and bed -as if ... this is life! yaar! what else?
All i remember is hot masala tea, chatamari and hot tarkari, heavy lunch, stupid sa exam i didn't prepare for... stupid two cases i cudn't decipher... they were that simple? or was i too unprepared! Unsatisfied WOMs. Evening walks. Blank faces. Utterly bright Angan mithaiwala. 12 samosas. Laughters. Giggles. And the radiating friendship we share. Three girls passing time in leisure - books, music and bed -as if ... this is life! yaar! what else?
Saturday, November 26, 2005
tinnie and twiniee
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
- Bike, Floyd
Mom got us two tiny mice yesterday. They are as white as talcum powder - more than those - as snow??
White
Fluffy
Tiny
So delicate
And cute
Long tails
pink eyes
They live in their Carton Box.
Arvind made a hole just the right size for them to enter and exit. And they use it pretty efficiently.
We were blank on what to treat to our new guests with - so we resorted to the packet of Cheese Balls that its previous owner had sent along as a parting gift.
Even mice can survive on junk food!! why not America?
Anyways I can't still think of names ... anyone good at nomenclature? They are two - can't say them apart - I thought maybe naming them would help! :O !
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
- Bike, Floyd
Mom got us two tiny mice yesterday. They are as white as talcum powder - more than those - as snow??
White
Fluffy
Tiny
So delicate
And cute
Long tails
pink eyes
They live in their Carton Box.
Arvind made a hole just the right size for them to enter and exit. And they use it pretty efficiently.
We were blank on what to treat to our new guests with - so we resorted to the packet of Cheese Balls that its previous owner had sent along as a parting gift.
Even mice can survive on junk food!! why not America?
Anyways I can't still think of names ... anyone good at nomenclature? They are two - can't say them apart - I thought maybe naming them would help! :O !
Baji, Wo and Haku Musya
About a week ago we took a family trip to the World Heritage Site - Changu Narayan. Well, this is not my first time. I have been to this temple almost every year as far as I can remember except for a few exceptions. However, each year I feel different going to this age old temple. Every year around this time I realize how we have grown over the years - as a family and as individuals.
The same rituals seem a little more complicated, a little more easier. Why this and not that? I question more. Lets do it a shortcut way. I propose. I organize and I plan. There are a hundred and one things that needs to be taken care of.
There is the usual Samay Baji with a full fledged Bhwe that we prepare. It is basically a newari Bhwe cum a puja cum a picnic. Baji, Wo, Haku Musya (black soyabean), Bhuti (Bodi, Beans), Chwela (Buff meat), dried and fried fish, with some marinated ginger are the basic items in a Samay Jwalaa (set). I now forget what each thing represents but each item has its distinct significance in a Samay set. Can you believe this, each Haku Musya on your plate, the soyabeans, represent a live sacrificial Buffalo. Ever since I heard of this , I cudn't get it out of my mind. More so, due to the resemblance of a black musya to the black buffalo. How could they think of it man!
King Mandev II built the temple. It is still the same basically. People are surprized how it survived the big quake that hit Kathmandu. The surroundings have become a little more nosier, and little signs of the urbane world have cropped up in the vicinity with the interest of the young generation to attract tourists and visitors. Little eat outs, a bus stand, red & white Coke , small tourist shops selling curios seem a spillover from any other tourist destination around Kathmandu.
I panted less this time as I took the so familiar climb uphill. The temple courtyard is a steep climb uphill just about 15 minutes.
I stood in awe as I faced the temple's magnificient architecture. The carvings are very minute, and intricately done. There are beautiful wooden portrayals of gods and goddesses. The temple rests atop the hill as a lion rests under a tree. It is beautiful, it is powerful and it attracts people . It rests so softly and magnificiently. You get a swooping view of the cupped valley below.
Among the many interesting legends this temple holds, one of them is about a single rice grain. Myths and legends hold that long time back in Kathmandu, before people cooked rice (still the staple), all they needed was a single grain of rice. They put it in a pot as big as they wanted the quantity of rice. And when you put it to boil, the pot would be full. A single grain of rice when cooked would fill any pot you cooked it in.
The twist is here. An oversmart jerk got too curious and greedy. He broke a grain of rice into two halves and tried cooking it the same way to save an extra grain. The gods were angry at this miserly act and never showed bestowed the miracle again. We get as much cooked rice as we put to boil today. Wow. This is as much I can remember of the story. And Changu Narayan holds one of the legendary rice grains. It is hung up high on one of its main facade. You can see a white grain as big as a Rugby ball propped up behind a pillar.
There are many other stories, and incidents connected to the temple. Beside the main temple, in the same courtyard is a more flatter structure stretched lengthwise. This is the temple we go to each year. It was built by one of our ancestors. It holds 13 goddesses - they are different forms of the goddess Kali. The main deity among these is the Chhindamasta Devi. The word literally translated means the headless goddess. And it is true that all idols of the goddess found anywhere is without the head. She is a very powerful goddess it is believed. And she holds her head in one of her hands, the blood still dripping.
There are other smaller structure built around the courtyard.
Anyways, once again I have been to Changu. It is a small place to spend the day. There is nothing besides the mound on which the temple rests. But it is an ideal destination if you are into architectures and want to take a short trip around Kathmandu.
The same rituals seem a little more complicated, a little more easier. Why this and not that? I question more. Lets do it a shortcut way. I propose. I organize and I plan. There are a hundred and one things that needs to be taken care of.
There is the usual Samay Baji with a full fledged Bhwe that we prepare. It is basically a newari Bhwe cum a puja cum a picnic. Baji, Wo, Haku Musya (black soyabean), Bhuti (Bodi, Beans), Chwela (Buff meat), dried and fried fish, with some marinated ginger are the basic items in a Samay Jwalaa (set). I now forget what each thing represents but each item has its distinct significance in a Samay set. Can you believe this, each Haku Musya on your plate, the soyabeans, represent a live sacrificial Buffalo. Ever since I heard of this , I cudn't get it out of my mind. More so, due to the resemblance of a black musya to the black buffalo. How could they think of it man!
King Mandev II built the temple. It is still the same basically. People are surprized how it survived the big quake that hit Kathmandu. The surroundings have become a little more nosier, and little signs of the urbane world have cropped up in the vicinity with the interest of the young generation to attract tourists and visitors. Little eat outs, a bus stand, red & white Coke , small tourist shops selling curios seem a spillover from any other tourist destination around Kathmandu.
I panted less this time as I took the so familiar climb uphill. The temple courtyard is a steep climb uphill just about 15 minutes.
I stood in awe as I faced the temple's magnificient architecture. The carvings are very minute, and intricately done. There are beautiful wooden portrayals of gods and goddesses. The temple rests atop the hill as a lion rests under a tree. It is beautiful, it is powerful and it attracts people . It rests so softly and magnificiently. You get a swooping view of the cupped valley below.
Among the many interesting legends this temple holds, one of them is about a single rice grain. Myths and legends hold that long time back in Kathmandu, before people cooked rice (still the staple), all they needed was a single grain of rice. They put it in a pot as big as they wanted the quantity of rice. And when you put it to boil, the pot would be full. A single grain of rice when cooked would fill any pot you cooked it in.
The twist is here. An oversmart jerk got too curious and greedy. He broke a grain of rice into two halves and tried cooking it the same way to save an extra grain. The gods were angry at this miserly act and never showed bestowed the miracle again. We get as much cooked rice as we put to boil today. Wow. This is as much I can remember of the story. And Changu Narayan holds one of the legendary rice grains. It is hung up high on one of its main facade. You can see a white grain as big as a Rugby ball propped up behind a pillar.
There are many other stories, and incidents connected to the temple. Beside the main temple, in the same courtyard is a more flatter structure stretched lengthwise. This is the temple we go to each year. It was built by one of our ancestors. It holds 13 goddesses - they are different forms of the goddess Kali. The main deity among these is the Chhindamasta Devi. The word literally translated means the headless goddess. And it is true that all idols of the goddess found anywhere is without the head. She is a very powerful goddess it is believed. And she holds her head in one of her hands, the blood still dripping.
There are other smaller structure built around the courtyard.
Anyways, once again I have been to Changu. It is a small place to spend the day. There is nothing besides the mound on which the temple rests. But it is an ideal destination if you are into architectures and want to take a short trip around Kathmandu.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Play Cold
how long before I get in
before it starts,
before I begin?
how long before you decide
before I know what it feels like ?
where to?
Where do I go?
if you've never tried
then you'll never know.
how long do I have to climb
up on the side of this mountain of mine?
- Speed of Sound, ColdPlay
What is today? What will be tomorrow?
did i care about these things yesterday? So, why do i care today?
Milan started something with "Please don't mind ........"
I replied " Who has a mind?"
Confused existence.
Magnetic poetry is good. It brings out that wackiness out-ov-u.
What would i really like to write about? I promised Vid today i would someday make a documentary, a movie out of the six of us. i also admitted that it would be heck of a job finding a character to suit her role. There are few loud people in the world with her level of literature, and a sense of humor with that whisp of innocence, level of romanticism apart.
Milan would be difficult to portray too. Without certain idiosyncracies he has, the character would loose its flavor. His hand movements, the facial expressions would be a pretty hefty task to work on apart from the heavy training i would impart on the character on politeness and vocab.
Creating a complex one like Shalin would be tiresome but easier as i can impose a lot of what i know on it. Contact lenses for the vuwu eyes, fashionable dresses, a casio on the rt wrist, and some more details would do for the physique i hope. Anyways, it's not as easy as i think it would be.
Diben and Nidhi are dan-ngai left. Let's C. For the moment Play Cold.
before it starts,
before I begin?
how long before you decide
before I know what it feels like ?
where to?
Where do I go?
if you've never tried
then you'll never know.
how long do I have to climb
up on the side of this mountain of mine?
- Speed of Sound, ColdPlay
What is today? What will be tomorrow?
did i care about these things yesterday? So, why do i care today?
Milan started something with "Please don't mind ........"
I replied " Who has a mind?"
Confused existence.
Magnetic poetry is good. It brings out that wackiness out-ov-u.
What would i really like to write about? I promised Vid today i would someday make a documentary, a movie out of the six of us. i also admitted that it would be heck of a job finding a character to suit her role. There are few loud people in the world with her level of literature, and a sense of humor with that whisp of innocence, level of romanticism apart.
Milan would be difficult to portray too. Without certain idiosyncracies he has, the character would loose its flavor. His hand movements, the facial expressions would be a pretty hefty task to work on apart from the heavy training i would impart on the character on politeness and vocab.
Creating a complex one like Shalin would be tiresome but easier as i can impose a lot of what i know on it. Contact lenses for the vuwu eyes, fashionable dresses, a casio on the rt wrist, and some more details would do for the physique i hope. Anyways, it's not as easy as i think it would be.
Diben and Nidhi are dan-ngai left. Let's C. For the moment Play Cold.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
my second ramble
What do i remember?
of this day?
i remember scrabble... the chocoalates... the "Valiant"
What will i remember tomorrow? maybe the traffic that made me late to the discussion?
the rare birds (frequent flyers) that chirped outside my window this morning?
Maybe the traffic outside...
Starts early morning with a few honks and tonks of the big runners, the trucks and the buses....
Whoozing bikes join in a little latter with the tweek and twanggg......
by office hour.... it is a background music to the ear with a constant hum hhmmmmm............... all day.
maybe i will remember the chill outside. The cold feet i had yesterday night in bed. maybe i will remember the lost pair of socks i cudn't find in the jumbled room.
maybe i will rember "five point someone" i just finished. may be i will remember chetan's portrayal of friendship made, lost and regained. maybe i will remember alok and hari and forget ryan.
maybe instead of them, i will remember my own friendships for a change. maybe i will concentrate just on me. maybe i will remember my own three pointers, frienships i gained and lost past few years.
maybe i will stare at the clock, and wonder how the hands seem to freeze as you watch them more intensely. and how hours skip by when you let them be. maybe i will remember more things with the clock. 6 am- the morining chill, 7 am - a hot cup of tea, 9 am - gettinig late, 11 am- nothing in particular, 2 pm - late for lunch, 4 pm- day's gone, what i did today?, 5 pm- mom will be home soon...
or, maybe i will not remember at all. maybe i will just be here, and remain blank - just space out. maybe i will be me and nothing more.
of this day?
i remember scrabble... the chocoalates... the "Valiant"
What will i remember tomorrow? maybe the traffic that made me late to the discussion?
the rare birds (frequent flyers) that chirped outside my window this morning?
Maybe the traffic outside...
Starts early morning with a few honks and tonks of the big runners, the trucks and the buses....
Whoozing bikes join in a little latter with the tweek and twanggg......
by office hour.... it is a background music to the ear with a constant hum hhmmmmm............... all day.
maybe i will remember the chill outside. The cold feet i had yesterday night in bed. maybe i will remember the lost pair of socks i cudn't find in the jumbled room.
maybe i will rember "five point someone" i just finished. may be i will remember chetan's portrayal of friendship made, lost and regained. maybe i will remember alok and hari and forget ryan.
maybe instead of them, i will remember my own friendships for a change. maybe i will concentrate just on me. maybe i will remember my own three pointers, frienships i gained and lost past few years.
maybe i will stare at the clock, and wonder how the hands seem to freeze as you watch them more intensely. and how hours skip by when you let them be. maybe i will remember more things with the clock. 6 am- the morining chill, 7 am - a hot cup of tea, 9 am - gettinig late, 11 am- nothing in particular, 2 pm - late for lunch, 4 pm- day's gone, what i did today?, 5 pm- mom will be home soon...
or, maybe i will not remember at all. maybe i will just be here, and remain blank - just space out. maybe i will be me and nothing more.
Monday, November 14, 2005
My first ramble
As is seems customary in every blog sites, let me first welcome my readers! Welcome che!
I deleted an old experimental blog to create this one. Regularity is important i guess, which i would try to maintain here.
Blogs:
colorful blogs...
uncolored blogs...
blue colored blogs...
bubbly blogs like mine..
too many pictured blogs...
all black blogs...
easily opened blogs...
multi linked blogs...
funny blogs...
personal blogs..
satirical blogs...
hobby-fied blogs... (talking of ones hobby)
too many spelling mistake blogs...
constantly updated blogs...
stale blogs...
fresh blogs...
steaming blogs...
topic specific blogs...
queer blogs...
weird blogs...
stupefying blogs...
interactive blogs...
commented blogs...
boring blogs...
jargoned blogs...
cute blogs...
crucified blogs...
businessmen blog...
social worker blog..
marketer's blog..
scientist's blog...
So many kinds, color and shape...and i don't know which exactly am i going to fall in. But surely i will try to create a niche of my own as a typical marketer in this over communicated world.
I deleted an old experimental blog to create this one. Regularity is important i guess, which i would try to maintain here.
Blogs:
colorful blogs...
uncolored blogs...
blue colored blogs...
bubbly blogs like mine..
too many pictured blogs...
all black blogs...
easily opened blogs...
multi linked blogs...
funny blogs...
personal blogs..
satirical blogs...
hobby-fied blogs... (talking of ones hobby)
too many spelling mistake blogs...
constantly updated blogs...
stale blogs...
fresh blogs...
steaming blogs...
topic specific blogs...
queer blogs...
weird blogs...
stupefying blogs...
interactive blogs...
commented blogs...
boring blogs...
jargoned blogs...
cute blogs...
crucified blogs...
businessmen blog...
social worker blog..
marketer's blog..
scientist's blog...
So many kinds, color and shape...and i don't know which exactly am i going to fall in. But surely i will try to create a niche of my own as a typical marketer in this over communicated world.
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