on building walls

the idiot needs to be ignored. strongly. cold shouldered. freezingly.
oblivion to idiots!

it does not help that one keeps feeling like one is struggling at one side of a divide.
bad things never come in ones. atleast not to me these days. someone up there is in some foul mood.

shr leaving uk-wards by the 9th. one more friend lost to unholy matrimony.

wanderlust

this is one resolution that i am going to keep - go everywhere that i can, travel, n see how wide-angled it makes my lens to the world.
this weekend it is a'bd again, for the Saptak music festival's last two days.


saw taare zameen par. a relief to like at least one movie! nowhere does it preach, and understands that parents and teachers become tormentors not through sadism or lack of caring, but often through ignorance. the emotional quotient is a bit too high for my taste. still, all for a good cause.
the lil'guy is a find, n aamir looks great, though a bit jaded in some places.



this is the link to the official TZP website. rather well-laid out, much like aamir's blog .

someone better come rescue me. i'm down where i find myself nowadays usually - the doldrums. not the cheeriest of places to be sure.


my jaws hurt from all the talking i'd done yesterday.

doggone it!

one of those days.

winter blues. no posts today.

one hit and quite a few misses

BigMistake-1 : Saawariya.
mr.bhansali needs to learn this all-important lesson - lovely sets and an (almost)full monty do not a movie make. (though it does make for some uncomfortable-but-interested oggling, esp on the part of the female part of the audience.)
guys being projected as objects of desire is quite rare here, to say the least. no one has done it with so much style since Alisha Chinnai had had a dishy milind soman delivered to her in a crate.(!)














BigMistake-2 : Laaga Chunari Main Dagh.
Ugggh!









TimeWellSpent-1 : Jab We Met.
deceptively inane name, engagingly fresh movie.

TimeWellSpent-2 : Johny Gaddar.
wham-bam! spot-on.

PMS

to parody the lycra ad, i have got it, have you?
i call it misery. mom calls it 'showing your true colours'.

The season of mellow fruitfulness

I leave the place for a few days, and entire seasons change! It was summer when I left, it is autumn now.

Orange season.

Leaves are dropping with every breath of wind from the neem trees in a steady golden shower, carpeting the tiled walkway. Some of them fall onto the still waters of the fountain in the courtyard, and slowly sink to the bottom, flecking the pool with yellow and gold.
It is lovely, to be alone here, and to stand in the steady fall of happy, free bits of yellow.
A squirrell runs down a tree and stays for a while, before running up another. It does not mind me there. Does not mind me humming below my breath, softly. Happiness is made of moments such as this.

Sudden Showers

It rained today. Sudden.
The gulmohur tree below my window looks happy, newly washed. The smell of wet earth rises up as I sit on my balcony with a cup of coffee and my book. I forget to read after a while. I watch the sunset after a long time and sit there till it grows dark and grandma calls me in for dinner.