I love this picture today as much as I did when I first saw it back in Valentine’s Day 2003.
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The Kiss is a fascinating icon of the loss of self that lovers experience. Only the faces and hands of this couple are visible; all the rest is great swirl of gold, studded with colored rectangles as if to express visually the emotional and physical explosion of erotic love.
Even monsoon is not doing any good to this place. Its still is hot as hell and the humidity appears to sap off every ounce of energy left in your body to get any other work done. I hate this rainy season. Contrary to the romantic appearance of this weather, it is actually a bane of my existance essentially for the fact that what follows after a heavy rain is the inevitable blackout and I am scared stiff of sleeping in the dark.
I hate the summer – its all set to kill the likes of me, that is if dehydration doesnt do its job already. I hate not being about to go out for a walk with my dog because of the downpour. I hate the musty earth smell that comes about everytime the rain smatters the ground. I dislike the thunderstorm and all that glitzy lightening that appears to be focussing on striking anywhere near me for want of having something better to do.
The only thing I like about the rain is to watch it fall gently outside as I watch it safely from indoors on a warm bed. Thats about it. Other than that visual effect, I find it extremely difficult to walk, drive or dance around in a heavy downpour that never seems to end. I wait for this heat to get over so that I can go back to my normal life where wearing a sweater or a shawl makes sense. I hate the winter too so I wont be looking forward to the December cold but autumn should do nicely for now.
Just yesterday I had this conversation with a friend:
Me: “Oh my god! I am feeling so bloody hot. This summer is killing me!!! Are you feeling as hot as I am??? Or am I the only one hot around here???”
Him: “I dunno…. I guess you’re HOT”
Loads of laughter later,
(Moral of the story) Better to be hot than be compliment-less. A.k.a. To laugh is human, to crack PJs is US.
I recieve chain e-mails on a regular basis and am kind of ashamed to say that I never forward any of them from my side. Not that I mind all my friends who send me forwards; its nice to know that you are thought of and sent emails. Its just that when it comes to reciprocating the same, or in other words, “forwarding it to 10 people failing which I may come to great harm and all”, I dont forward them cause I would like to see what is this great danger that may fling itself uncalled upon me… And people say that nowadays you dont see anyone dying for no reason…
I dont know if its a good thing whether I am agnostic, non-superstitious and basically immune to all kind of possible jinxes. Afraid of the dark, yes but not bothered about the 7 years of bad luck that may befall on me were I to break a mirror. Come to think of it, I dont even remember how many mirrors I have shattered till date… but you get the picture, right?
I am the Chain Breaker. All the chain emails that would have undoubtably been a huge success, being forwarded to all races of people all over the globe, come and die their deaths in my inbox. Not only couldnt I care less for bad luck, I couldnt give a flying frog for robbing the 10 paise from the sick girl which would have been contributed from my side towards her treatment had I forwarded the mail to my friends. Or about the girl who’s looking for her brother and by forwarding the news to everyone possible, maybe just maybe someone would know of this lost brother and they may be united. What crap.
But all in all, its interesting to read all these emails, almost as interesting as deleting them 
I am also aware that I am forever doomed now that I admitted this forward business in public. Damn!
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It has come to this – accepting insomnia as a way of life and drowning one’s sorrows in the inevitable drink that makes everything seem allright for that moment. Life and its surprising turn of events can sure leave one high and dry without a shred of lifeline to hang on to. Is it fair, you may ask. Is this really happening? Are you really stupid? Are you out of your mind?
I am tired of being strong and independant. I am sick of knowing my mind and being in charge of my life. I need a break. I want to wander aimlessly through life’s unexpected winding binding twists and turns and for once, not knowing what will happen next. Call it insanity, delusional or simply foolishness. Call it extreme. I will tell you when it gets too hard to handle. A part of my mind is masochistic enough to admit that I am liking this dissolving texture of what is supposedly my life. Inevitability in itself is self explanatory, need I say more?
- Hard to handle
Silver shining in the bright sunlight
Power steering making my life much easier
All hail my new Zen (not the Estilo please)
And suddenly all’s right with the world
(Without this line, it wouldnt be a haiku )
Once upon a time in the remotest corner of civilization possible, lived four good friends in what was called the Ladies Hostel or LH for short. These girls were Ann, De, Pri & Rin and one night all four racked their brains to think what their group should be called before they passed out from college when they decided on AnDePRin. Also sardonically called as The Cough Syrup company by Ms. De, of which all girls were the primary stake holders!
And so, all four members of AnDePRin parted after the short 4 years in REC Calicut where they spent more time solving their personal problems than engineering sums of computer or electrical nature. They not only took along with them a new approach to life as intelligent women but also some memories that would probably last them a life time or more.
These girls laughed together (a lot) much to the bewilderment of other open mouthed, gaping mand-buddhis/doofuses who passed off as their college mates. They told each other all their troubles and shared advices as of what to do next & how and basically played each other’s Oprah to the hilt.
All four would exchange Calvin & Hobbes, Asterix & Obelix, Tintin and a thousand other novels borrowed from Eloor library in town. Someone amongst the four also used to read Photoromance mags but I dont remember now who!
They even wrote anonymous, sarcastic letters against supposed authorities over despotic issues and had them pasted all over campus courtesy of one boyfriend who did quite a thorough job, as everyone in college observed the next day.
They went for movies to the only English theatre in town, against undesired, creepy attention of all leering, drooling males who probably never saw a female in their stupid life ever before. They survived a kleptomaniac & major bitch whose shenanigans would require another whole post dedicated in the harrowing memory…
The AnDePRin members are now succesful women in their own respective fields. Who would have thought that friendships made over puttu-breakfast & cream rolls for tea would last a lifetime. AnDePRin lives on through electronic mail & memories from a sleepy placed called Calicut. The LH couldnt have boasted of better inmates and sooner or later, someone will have to remind it of this fact!
I managed to compile a wish list of sorts during these last few days. Needless to say, they’re not arranged in any order of preference:
1. Interchangable Parallel Lives
2. A control Z button in real life
3. Also, a rewind & play button when we’re on the subject of fantasy remotes
4. More Joe Satriani for my ears
5. Less thinking, more Relax Singh
Other points that I didnt add will be soon scheduled in the Rant category. After all, have voice and will rightfully harp on. More power to WordPress!
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