tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72615351154014156722024-03-19T05:21:36.281-07:00Amplified OpinionSometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.-Calvinmeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-77181372640973090732010-06-15T05:40:00.000-07:002010-06-17T12:54:52.669-07:00Photography<div><br /></div><div>Its been a year and some since I've started looking at the world through the camera.<br />A year and some since I've tried to create images in the shadow of amazing photographers.<br />A year and some since I've been in the most satisfactory relationship ever.<br /><br />So,some time today, when i was pretty jobless, i got to thinking- What is photography to me? Whats my description of a good photograph? do i judge a photo by its composition, light, colour, contrast, the moment caught, or the people?<br /><br />It stuck me then, while all these things were important to make a good photograph, a fantastically fabulous photograph is that which speaks to the viewer. Secrets perhaps. But something that the person viewing the photo identifies with.<br /><br />So here are somethings i have learnt.<br /><br />1. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Don't</span> plan the result. Just be prepared. Chances are you will get amazing shots ( esp on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">photo walks</span>) without planning them.<br /><br />2. Shoot constantly, incessantly, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unyieldingly</span></span>.<br /><br />3. Shoot anything. anything. You never know what makes a beautiful image.<br /><br />4. Shoot instinctively.<br /><br />5. It is true. Early morning light rocks!!!!<br /><br />I'll add up more as and when i learn more..<br />I am but an infant in photography.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4SDQ9qID3sua18Wg5HAf_UgW5T6WgAoCoF8uDklYX08wpqevS68md-wBDKrT0E51guX19yXBSMWJWsHoeGvlOxfShSlL0oag3MQM9wDYmEoCrp2ioPNn9DKST_TOMAwdjbIZyj25YKY/s1600/Picture+025_small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4SDQ9qID3sua18Wg5HAf_UgW5T6WgAoCoF8uDklYX08wpqevS68md-wBDKrT0E51guX19yXBSMWJWsHoeGvlOxfShSlL0oag3MQM9wDYmEoCrp2ioPNn9DKST_TOMAwdjbIZyj25YKY/s320/Picture+025_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483067998391503522" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do check out my flickr album <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meghnaiyengar">HERE</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-65237685131567048542009-09-28T08:53:00.000-07:002009-11-29T21:16:39.425-08:00:)There's music in my head, <div>no one has heard it yet.</div><div>Its the sound track of my life.</div><div>Its a tune i live by.</div><div>There's music in my head,</div><div>No one has heard it yet.</div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-72359200782033165902009-09-16T12:52:00.001-07:002009-09-16T12:55:25.578-07:00An Award !!!! An Award!!!! Here it goes!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxqincU0g87aueso-soAilrnyUtIc24WcNxumdosM2iiG6dFjQnAU1ZlwK2JmsOnJV5609FP4qpXuOZPVdpLlCpHtnBCl4rQJETSotGUOwLBm27utt-JBEkwNDau99Y6XsMJSxwT4wxQ/s1600-h/humane+award_thumb3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguxqincU0g87aueso-soAilrnyUtIc24WcNxumdosM2iiG6dFjQnAU1ZlwK2JmsOnJV5609FP4qpXuOZPVdpLlCpHtnBCl4rQJETSotGUOwLBm27utt-JBEkwNDau99Y6XsMJSxwT4wxQ/s200/humane+award_thumb3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382156294683190050" /></a><br /> <div><div style="text-align: center;">I got an award! yipppee!!! Thanks Maanu. I dont think i do any humane blogging , but yippeee! I've never got an award. MUHAAHA</div><br /></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-19417645463045971202009-09-10T07:11:00.000-07:002009-09-13T10:03:28.304-07:00Poem.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">A long time ago</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Lived a man, Marco.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">He travelled to Spain</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">but from cussing, he didnt refrain,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">That's how he ended, my sweet,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">All 'lone and six feet deep.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">To Ranjeetha. Who fell in love with Marco within two poems.</span></span></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-84372594889274933492009-09-07T11:43:00.000-07:002009-11-29T21:15:23.896-08:00My day out.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.buzzintown.com/files/event/upload_4000/upload_crop/114925Wzlevent.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 80px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://image.buzzintown.com/files/event/upload_4000/upload_crop/114925Wzlevent.JPG" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551a8b;"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">For the past three or more days, I've been meaning to blog. It wasn't the scarcity of the material that stopped me. It was just plain laziness.<br />Lets start with something which happened recently- I watched a play ( <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">yipppeee</span>!!!) After what seemed like years of self inflicted exile, the feeling of being out, well,was liberating.<br />The play was called 'Copenhagen' Directed by </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prakash_Belawadi"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Prakash</span></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prakash_Belawadi"> </a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prakash_Belawadi"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Belawadi</span></a>, it was</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br />one of the better plays that I have watched. It had matter and depth and layers and layers of interpretations. Physics, ethics, choice and consequence, the gray scale of human nature,all paths weaved together so perfectly, such that whichever path you followed, the destination was the same. The discussion which followed was really intellectual, and opened my mind to wonderful new ideas and perspectives. The actors did justice to those stalwarts of Physics- Bohr and Heisenberg,convincing me that they were the great physicists that said they were. They brought humanness to the characters that we have read only in text books and believe nearly to be super beings. The play, has the world war II as the background and talks about choices, confusion, fear and uncertainty.It is a beautiful play.</span></span> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br />Sadly,Theatre isn't given its due very often. The auditorium was filled with a handful of people. This form of entertainment is declining and discouraging turn outs aren't helping too much. But it should be noted, we did watch the 11:30 am show. Hopefully the 'Real' show ( scheduled at 5:30 pm)was a better success. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Even though the play is over two hours,t</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">he pace is fast and the story holds your interest.Its a must watch.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Lunch was at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Garuda's</span> food court;Malaysian noodles and coke.Met a couple of friends.Chased a couple cousins down <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Garuda</span> mall( being a stalker is hard work,<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pallu</span>!)and called it a day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br />And that's how my Saturday went. Oh I shouldn't forget the tasty lasagna I had for dinner at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Citrine</span> ,the restaurant in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Seshadripuram</span> .A dinner that ended with, wonderfully, coffee.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">That was Saturday-my day out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Anyone out there still willing to give me a job?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-1818289251617298422009-08-18T23:36:00.000-07:002009-09-07T13:05:26.295-07:00Shruthi's wrong job.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I met Shruthi for the first time when i was in !st PU. She is my sisters friend and is quite mad frankly. Her blog a testimony for that. Working with cake men and superhero uncles, she's lost her calling.<br /><br />Please listen to the song below and encourage her to stop thinking she's a superwoman who has a cake fetish.<br /></span></span><a href="http://www.wiredbeats.com/2009/08/18/puriya-dhanashree-by-shruthi-krishnamurthy/#more-311"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">HER SONG</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /><br />And tell her please singing is what she was born to do.</span></span>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-28376177157412189382009-08-18T06:22:00.000-07:002009-09-10T06:32:03.119-07:00The Job Part 3<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Your life flashes in front of you when faced with death, they say. Bull shit. All your senses awaken and all you can do is look at, wait for that inevitable. Ive faced bullets a million times and each time the anticipation feels different. Each time feels like the last time.<br /><br />The Jeep was out of control and Shalini had been hurt. Krishna's throat was bleeding . A glass piece from the second blast had gotten stuck and he couldn’t talk. Raj was hyperventilating. His revolver, which was pointed at that damn terrorist Govindaraju was shaking. But all I could think of, even then, was that I had to kill that fuckin bastard, who was still handcuffed. If this sham has to look genuine, the handcuffs had to go. Krishna had the keys. He was supposed to free him and as soon the cuffs came off, I and Raj were supposed to shoot. But Krishna was hurt badly and I knew, it was just me now. Just me to make this look like self defense. My heart was in my mouth and I could hear Abhi yell out Shalini’s name.I hoped and prayed, that Shalu was alright. I took in a deep breath. It was now, or never. Raj nodded at me. His hands hadn’t stopped shaking. I took in a deep breath and reached for the key in Krishna’s jeans. Said a tiny prayer for his well being and slid in next to the bastard. Just as I twisted the key into the cuffs, Krishna kicked my leg. As soon as I looked up I saw, looming large and blocking the path, a tree. It doesn’t matter how many life threatening situations you’ve been in, it always is a shock. I yelled out to Abhi. But before I could even look back, I felt the impact. All I remember thinking then was ‘FUCK!!’ before something hit my head and I blacked out.<br />I woke up 12 hours later in a hospital , without a clue how I got there. No one seemed to know anything. All anyone had to say to me was a woman got me to the hospital and no one had seen her since. Its been 3 days now and Ive been on the phone with all the authorities. No one knew anything. Where are my friends? Was the woman who got me here, Shalini? Why didn’t anyone know anything?</span></span>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-81338382944680065222009-08-17T07:17:00.000-07:002009-08-17T07:26:08.406-07:00Letter.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMeghna%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The crackle of paper</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A handwriting that tapers.</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A smile of a memory</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Of fun and revelry</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">An idea. Maybe two.</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Few emotions.</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And the hope of new.</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A letter it was, with words few.</span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">But what it said was rather true.</span></p><p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" >Letters- Don’t you think it s like studying the universe. Reading of that, which already has been. Both are of the past, mistaken often for the present.And both bring our notice other kinds of life out there. Don't you think?</span>
<br /></p> meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-79241745975589037992009-08-13T04:57:00.000-07:002009-08-13T05:05:12.933-07:00The job. Part 2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The second the second blast went off, Abhishek knew something was horribly wrong. He couldn’t keep driving the Jeep. The left tyres were flat and it was swiveling wildly. Only one bomb was supposed to go off and nobody , well except that bastard of course , was supposed to get hurt. Yet, There she was, bent over her seatbelt with blood everywhere. ‘Shalini!!’ he screamed. Oh God! What had he done? He knew he couldn’t have told Shal the plan. They’d had the discussion before. She wasn’t against capital punishment, but she was certainly against taking law into their own hands. With good reason, it seemed. It had been Jo’s idea. All this court procedures took too long, he’d said. </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">They dodged bullets in so many cases, to have some motherfucker jerk get off on bail. This wasn’t going to be one of those cases. It had been carefully laid out. A bomb would go out, guns would be shot and the earth would be rid of a huge burden. Rajesh had never been keen on the idea. ‘It wont work’, he’d said. ‘Too many glitches.’ But Rajesh had been outnumbered. The plan was on. But Shalini? Oh, all he wanted to do was to protect her. He knew her too well. She couldn’t have lied on the stand. The only way this charade could work was to have Shalini not know anything about it. Though the team had their doubts it, it had been his call. She was his fiancé God damn it ! He’d wanted to protect her. He’d failed. So miserably since she was now unconscious and bleeding. ‘Shalini!!!’ he screamed again.Oh God! Let her be all right he said looking at her. Please!! </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">He heard Jo’s voice ‘Abhi!?? Look out!!’ but before he could do anything, he felt the horrible impact, and everything went dark.</span></span></span>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-70350549222268743512009-08-03T05:54:00.000-07:002009-09-10T07:11:17.109-07:00The tag.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shruthi</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> tagged me a while ago and asked me to list a few weird things about me. So, i thought </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that's</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> easy. </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> weird because.. err... </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">umm</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.. i know.. no, no, that </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">isn't</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> weird. </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ok</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">! i know!! </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">umm</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.... </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">errr</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">... </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ahh</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.. </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ok</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. It </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">wasn't</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> supposed to be that difficult. So i called up my darling sister.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">' So, </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Maan</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, what do you think is weird about me?'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'Whats not weird about you?</span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That's</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> easier </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">don't</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> you think?'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">' Alright. like list it can ya?'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'Well, ya... you.. err.. </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">errr</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">... </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ummm</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.. </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ok</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. I have to work now. bye'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*click*</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So i sat in this daze.Was i really that boringly normal? Really? That </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">wasn't</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> the nicest thing you know.So i thoughtand thought and thought and i came up with the following few.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. I have to put on the light in </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">th</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">e </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">loo</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, at whatever time i go. 1:00 am, 1:00 pm, 4:00 pm... Anytime. And however bright it is outside.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. I have a particular side of the road i like to walk on. It differs from road to road. I have to walk on that side of the road. No compromise.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. I used to be very very afraid of elevators and escalators. ( living on the 6</span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Th</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> floor, for over a year helped remove that fear). Its like in Harry Potter-' Never trust anything whose brain you cannot see' or something like that.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4. I sometimes, And this is a big secret, have </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">arguments</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> and make it seem like </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ive</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> given it a lot of thought, while </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">in fact</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'd</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> have just thought of it.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. I have an insane urge to scratch </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ou</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">t any kind of polish on my nails. Toes or fingers. I sometimes wear </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">nail polish</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, so that i can </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">scratch</span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> it out later. </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Muhahah!!</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6. Oh , My day starts at 11 in the morning till 2 in the night. I usually have my most heart felt conversations at 1 am in the morning. Fellow </span></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">nocturnals</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. hail thee.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thats</span></span></span><span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> all. If anyone i know can think of any other weird things about me. Please do write in.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So long.</span></span></span>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-30866899685801893402009-07-30T06:03:00.000-07:002009-09-10T06:50:02.396-07:00The job. Part 1<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:9.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> This post has been inspired by my dream which sadly, I remember only in bits. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:9.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> She looked at him with utter dedication. She could see the little vein near his jaw throb. He was tense, she knew, and was trying really hard not to show it. His hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. Another tell tale sign that he was worried. But she couldn’t see why he should be. She looked behind, where three of her colleagues sat. Jo, Rajesh and </span></span><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Krishna</span></span></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> were the best in the department. She respected and trusted them fully. In between Jo and </span></span><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Krishna</span></span></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> sat the reason all of them were together- Govindraju aka Sunil bhai was wanted in a dozen odd cases involving major thefts and in a few cases murder. But the main reason, he sat cuffed to the jeep window was that he was the brain behind blowing up the churches in at least five cities simultaneously causing deaths of hundreds of people.</span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:9.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When she looked at him, Govindraju, that bastard, smirked at her. Disgusted, she turned back. Abhishek, smiled at her. He had a beautiful smile, Abhi. It was what she had first noticed about him. She loved how his smile always reached his eyes. But today, it wasn’t anywhere near beautiful. She reached out and touched his hand on the steering wheel. She needed him to know that she was there with him. All the way. They were in this together along with the other three. ‘ Alright! Jo? It is time?’ he said suddenly, removing his hand from underneath hers. She looked back now, wondering, time for what? When suddenly, there was a blast next to the jeep. ‘Raj? You up for this?’ Abhi asked loudly. ‘No! I told you that before, Abhi, im not. But I don’t think you’ve really left me with a choice here’ he yelled. She was now confused. Up for what? Choice? What the hell were they talking about? Just then, there was another blast near her window, the glass shattered, and everything suddenly went dark.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:9.0pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:9.0pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">To be continued.</span></span></p>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-87178567349949253142009-06-06T11:26:00.000-07:002009-06-06T12:07:18.497-07:00Fears.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Two places that make me intensely uncomfortable.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. Temples.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. Hospitals.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And in no particular order.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Temples</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">: ( or places of worship) Born A </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brahmin</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, i was often taken o temples. This </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">archana</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">,another </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">pooja</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, other </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">abhishekum</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> etc. Even when i was a child, standing in those lines, waiting for the priests to get the </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">teertam</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> was so weird. I feel like am judged </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">everytime</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> the priest comes close to me. I was told as a child to fold my hands and pray to the idol.It's God, they said. But i never felt like praying. I felt like it was a sham. What would a stone idol understand what i was saying? I was scared that people will discover I'm a fake .I still am uncomfortable going to temples. Whenever i enter one, i have an urge to run. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So i thought, maybe its only because, well, its a temple. Maybe its the chanting and the drums and the bells. </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So, when i joined a christian institution , i went to the chapel to see, if it was only temples. I sat in the chapel for 5 minutes. The silence scared me. Really really spooked me out. It seemed inhuman that in a college of over 5000 people, a place existed where no noise permeated. Shudder. Still gives me the spooks.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">P.S: I do believe in GOD. But i rather pray to him my way.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hospitals:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> This is more common I'm guessing. The sick patients , the suffering. I'm sure a lot of people are uncomfortable in hospitals. I am one of them. Doctors intimidate me with their </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">stethoscope</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> talks and their prescription notes. Its not only the sick patients, its all of the family. Have you ever stayed in the hospital overnight? The sea of people, the constant hum of noise, the nurses and doctors walking in and out. It is the most uncomfortable situation.Hospitals give out the 'what if ' aura. Recently a friend was admitted in the hospital. The place where he was admitted had wide corridors, with the antiseptic smell. As soon as a stepped in, i really had to fight the urge to turn back and leave. And the more people I saw around me, the more i needed to get out. It was fine in about 5 minutes. but till then, it was my nightmare. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Why am i telling you guys this? I </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">don't</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> know. Maybe its got to do with lifts I'd refused to climb and elevators i used to avoid or even dogs i kept away from. Will i ever walk into a temple voluntarily, i wonder?</span></span></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-9425473903774643432009-04-25T05:28:00.000-07:002009-09-10T06:52:49.222-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I've been tagged by Poorn.<br /><br />The significance of number 1-10 in my life.Thought I'll give this a shot<br /><br />1: The no of siblings i have. Only. Thank god.Also, the number of cameras i own.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />2: The nag brigade. My parents. Annoying and equally adorable.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />3: No of careers i wan to have. Simultaneously. It also signifies the number of BFF. ( Gwad! i sound so lame!)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />4:No of alumni i belong to. Nagasena Vidyalaya Vidya Mandir, Mount carmel college, VIT.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />5: No of years in Mount Carmel college. Those were the best days.. and all that.<br />6:No of crushes ive had. Its a pitiful number.:(</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />7:No of MAD cousins i have. My childhood wouldnt have been the same without them</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />8: Is the number of days left for me to finish my thesis</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />9: I just like this number.I do.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />10: Is the rank i was stuck most of my school life.<br /><br />This is a special inclusion.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />11. The number of active Thikkal club member. My favorite type of people.<br /><br />Well. Its an attempt.<br /><br />Update: Im in lab at 7 on a saturday.</span></span></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-991992119974823742009-04-22T05:34:00.000-07:002009-09-10T06:56:56.799-07:00Long since.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's been ages since ive written anything. A poem. A story. A blog. </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Its been ages since i finished a book. I am now in the process of reading at least three.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thesis becokens. I havent a clue how to write one.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It rained today . Hail stones. In spite of my damn runny nose, I couldnt resist dancing in the rain. Its why i love Bangalore. April showers. Beautiful and poetic even.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I had really good weekends last month. The Bombat bombshells. Thats what we have named ourselves. It was a re living of the Pre university days. Mad dances. Crazy stay overs. Tang fears its not going to be the same, what with people moving out. Will we ever be Bombat again?</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Change takes over everything. I find myself turning rather clingy because of these changes. Rather annoying even to me. </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'So, What plans after MSc?' - I vote this the most annoying question ever.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Work has to be done. So much. Tau and Parkinson's and what not?</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I listen to songs now. Thats strange. Really.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Photography is my new passion. (www.flickr.com/photos/meghnaiyengar)I can be a million times better . But I dont think its a bad start. Thanks Dad!</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Got drunk recently. Apparently I develop an accent when i am. Didnt like the hangover one bit.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Went to the planetarium recently.</span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Watched a show. I think its one of the most romantic places. Truely.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Am annoyed with a lot of things.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Am happy about a lot of things.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Angel cards say im emerging.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Who knew.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> To Hero and my lou. Hope of Happiness.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Random and Mind fucked.</span></span><br /></span>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-19190171078105739592009-02-11T00:14:00.000-08:002009-09-10T07:01:34.715-07:00Happiness<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The last few weeks in my </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">circle</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> of friends </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">hasn't</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> been </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">pleasant. Fights. Make <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ups</span>. A <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Good</span> damn circus. I was the mute spectator. Well, maybe not that mute. Everyone around me was so miserable and that got me thinking.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span>When i look back on my life at this point , i realize that all that i had been miserable too. And for no reason as such. Sad and miserable. I had everything that i ever wanted. Why had i been that miserable?<br />Am i happy now, because i have made up my mind to be? Is happiness all in the head? Can you be happy at will?</span></span>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-62940929849432046842009-01-27T09:26:00.000-08:002009-09-10T07:07:00.909-07:00Man- Galore .<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The terrorists have stopped playing pin the bomb. So far so good. But, our reporters are running out of news. Pakistan's apathy now is old. It is after all the </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">TRP</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sri</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Ram </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sena</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, a group founded by </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pramod</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Muthalik who was</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">formerly a member of the </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bajrang</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Dal, is a strong hidhutva group. On S</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">aturday</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, 24 </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">th</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> of </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jan</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 2009, these people attacked a pub,because the girls there were a 'disgrace' to Indian culture. Yeah right. And they got this moral code from where exactly? The public was physically abused.Girls shouldn't drink or smoke. They should wear sari's and </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">bindi's</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> and not raise their voice against the men. I think this is assertion of Power. Men do not control women anymore and that bothers these men.Insecure bastards. .</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I believe, these 'armies' do get funds from </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hindutva</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> supporters. i do believe that a lot of Hindu's think they are becoming the minority . But blaming a government really? Maybe they thought </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BJP</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> might not harm them much , but you think it would have mattered to them who was on the seat? And really when the media is everywhere nowadays, why would </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BJP</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> play 'political games'? I understand that leaders </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">weren't</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> arrested immediately and this has irked a lot of people ( me included). Women especially. BUT </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Talibanisation</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> of India?? IT was ONE attack ? what is N</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">oida</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> then? The </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Genghisisation</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">? </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I agree what happened in </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mangalore</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> was wrong. I am a woman. I go to pubs.</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> as outraged as the next person. It has to be reported, i agree. But it has been four days today. </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Don't</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> you think news channels like TIMES NOW are blowing the issue out of proportion. Debates in which people who were not even from </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Karnataka</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> participating. And while we are at it, i thought journalists </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">weren't</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> supposed to be </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">biased</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, but </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Arnab</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Goswamy</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> was </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">exactly</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> that. </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> not </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BJP</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> supporter. Hell, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> hardly interested in politics.But i think we need perspective.Moral policing has always been there. Following up is </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">necessary</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> , but a dedicated hour debate? </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">where</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> winning side has already been picked? I </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">don't</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> think its fair.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anyway, Freedom to walk on the road peacefully without fearing rapists or eve teasers is my only want from whichever government.Hopefully </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">all</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> this is sorted out and the men are duly punished. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">PS: Change is required and therefore every vote counts. I might not follow politics day to day, but I do my research before i vote. Please vote.You are responsible. </span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-42621890776479031332009-01-09T10:46:00.000-08:002009-09-10T07:07:52.163-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A song was sung. Dark blue like the night sky. Hidden in every </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">syllable</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> was a deep secret. An evil secret. The notes took to the sky anddanced. A call for the greater evil. The song was sung by the soil of goodness who was unaware of the harm caused. My question is once the soul finds out, what'll it support? Power? or her damned existance?</span></span>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-31251343203140689732009-01-09T10:09:00.000-08:002009-09-10T07:05:38.952-07:00The world is ending.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dont</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> you think? </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The bombs haven't stopped. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The terrorists are everywhere. Fear is rampant.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Emotions are rewired.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What is the cause actually? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">obliterate ? blow everything to </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">smithereens?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The world is coming to an end.</span></span></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-2362878876462228732008-12-26T09:39:00.000-08:002009-09-10T07:10:31.395-07:00CSA in India<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">W</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hen i got into undergraduate course and i found out a few </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">of</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> my classmates </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">didn't</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> really know how.. well.. we make babies. I was a little shocked.I </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">after all</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> had known about it when i was in the 7</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">th</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> grade.Then i went into Masters and i realized that i was in some kind of </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">time warp</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. At least partially. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Most of what i knew about sex then came from other friends and i got a lot of it from reading Women's Era personals.Well, i did say i was in the 7</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">th</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> grade.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anyway, all that got me thinking. We Indians are mostly prudish. The word 'Sex' brings about scandalized gasps in most </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">of</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> the households. My mother's sex education amounted to saying.." </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">err</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meghna</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">? do you know??..." about two years back. Therefore its not </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">surprising</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> that most of us Indians </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">don't</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> think child sexual abuse happens in India.But it does and i believe it's quite rampant. I had heard of Child sexual abuse. I believed it happened in India. But like most of them i thought it was rare that it happened here. I thought these people were generally from the lower classes and not amongst the middle class to which i belong.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I soon learnt i was wrong. About two people i know personally have been abused sexually when they were children. And one of my friend knows another. These people were sexually abused by close relatives.Uncles, Family friends, Cousins even father in some instances.When these kids realized that there was something wrong and told their parents, they were said to be lying. A strong word for a kid who has just been raped.Parents or the elders brush off the issue and behave normally and the kid has to grow up seeing their rapists walk around free all their lives.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Why are men who rape adults taken more seriously then those who sexually abuse children? </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Don't</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> the children deserve to be taken seriously?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Each of these people i know have been affected </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">adversely</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. They look normal, yes, but these girls, are mentally disturbed. They grow with a shadow of that experience and the disgust at the freedom that their abusers enjoy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.karmayog.org/childsexabuse/childsexabuse_3301.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">/www.karmayog.org/childsexabuse/childsexabuse_3301.htm</span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Gives the inadequate laws of the Indian system. Stringent laws are the call for the day.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.asiasentinel.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=476&Itemid=34"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">http://www.asiasentinel.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=476&</span></span></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><a href="http://www.asiasentinel.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=476&Itemid=34"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Itemid</span></span></a></span><a href="http://www.asiasentinel.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=476&Itemid=34"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">=34</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">is a good article.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Awareness has to be created and children have to be taught the good touch </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">from the bad when they are young.Lets try to make the world a better place for</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> our children. </span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-78461944658341090922008-12-23T10:58:00.000-08:002009-09-10T07:08:32.063-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3I3VPbcGfmJZER8LXXp5s5BPEqKqjsfs5Ey_41UmovON0iCT-QOhVNUAnByBEJ0nFOluP4BQCQ5oWQy-dQilqabXqM46x-aUmqL-GlnYcfZmW6GbiaT2xz5_eqhEW8gorf9tLgIKWxEo/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3I3VPbcGfmJZER8LXXp5s5BPEqKqjsfs5Ey_41UmovON0iCT-QOhVNUAnByBEJ0nFOluP4BQCQ5oWQy-dQilqabXqM46x-aUmqL-GlnYcfZmW6GbiaT2xz5_eqhEW8gorf9tLgIKWxEo/s320/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283063035125111874" border="0" /></a><br /><div face="courier new" style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">An empty beach </span></span></div><div face="courier new" style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A thoughtful breeze</span></span></div><div face="courier new" style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I give anything to be back</span></span></div><div face="courier new" style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And breath in deep.</span></span></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-37487375774746145532008-12-23T10:33:00.000-08:002008-12-26T12:27:19.034-08:00Current ramblings.<div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Y</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">es, i understand , this is everywhere. In the news, in the blogs, everywhere.so another one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">shouldn't</span> matter right?</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So Pakistan is on a high defensive. There are accusations flying everywhere. </span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">"We do not want aggression or war and we want peace. But if war is imposed on us, we have the capability and right to defend ourselves," Foreign Minister Shah </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Qureshi</span> told reporters. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nooooo</span>, you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> say? really? you also have the capability to destroy the world .</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> ***</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">I was watching We, the people the other day and the points put forth by the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">panelists</span> there was thought provoking. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Is the new anti terror law any better then the old one?</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Are these laws even relevant?</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Is making more laws and therefore their subsequent misuse even <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">necessary</span>?</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Laws will remain just that i think. Laws. On paper.</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> ***</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">I can smell a war. I dread it.</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">For the sake of all human kind i hope my nose is blocked.</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7261535115401415672.post-10747422185793806172008-12-23T10:15:00.000-08:002008-12-23T21:57:39.243-08:00Opinions<span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:'courier new';font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">Everyone has opinions.</span></span><div style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The blogosphere owes its success to these opinions.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So here goes.</span></span></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118045911345814432noreply@blogger.com0