festival of lights

Its diwali tomorrow. All around the country people are decorating their houses, balconies and rooms with diyas. If you can picture a balcony lit with diyas, as you walk by a house, you'd know how beautiful it looks.

Whenever i see a balcony lit up like this, i imagine the children of the house dressed up putting the diyas in place; smiles that would shame any light ever lit. Its the joy these lights bring... is what diwali is all about, to me.

I am in the village today. I went out to buy a phone recharge card after dinner. It is a little misty and chilly. As i was walking out of the hall i saw a lot of batchmates, juniors and seniors do the last bits of the decorations for tomorrow's illumination. I felt separated from it all. Like a third person, an observer, someone not a part of the scene.

I wish i was somewhere else today. Its the festival of lights and the diyas haven't brought my share of happiness yet.

brishti

brishti

holed up inside my room all day long. thankfully its a weekend. would've sucked to have classes today. got a call from home, my para has sunk. had beguni and peyaaji and cha at the canteen. mess is off today. will have to go out to eat. have no money. maybe the canteen shall save me tonight. anyways i don't expect much while in the village.

brishti- took the photo in the afternoon after lunch. view from outside my window. i rather quite like it. its raining and raining and raining all the while. yesterday, i remember, it had turned sunny in the afternoon and i went thinking that finally i may have football practice. but as came evening, so came the clouds and it started pouring as if in reply to my thoughts.

the photo is a product of my newest acquisition, a gift from boro pishi. pretty little thing it is.

am listening to Iris- Goo Goo Dolls, the title track from the movie City Of Angels. was on the top of my personal fav charts for a long time. and since i am listening to it after a long time, it sounds even better.

and finally, i absolutely INSIST you read my last post, incase you haven't.

55 words

I had been tagged a long time back by melchizedek. Personally i hate it! Specially this 55 word tag. I'm BAD at making up stories!! But this time i think it was worth the wait. The following anecdote is from a professor in my department. It's a gem. I tried hard to keep it as interesting as it is, probably messed up bigtime. Given the 55 word limit and my non-existent talent it couldn't have gone otherwise. So here goes...

This is when computers were new. IIT Kanpur had one which was used by the professors only. A student wanting to use the computer wrote a program to store the passwords of all the people who would log onto the computer. Very interestingly a particular professor's password turned out to be another professor’s wife's name!

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It happened one night… it came out of the darkness to hit us both. The only glimpse we got of it was a silvery blue flash. At first it felt like a cold liquid whiplash. But soon we realized we were stung. We felt the burning flow through our veins. It chilled each and every vein it entered. Spreading from the stomach where the lasting pain of the sting was fading, it spread radially into each strand of bloodstream it could find.

At first we felt the chill spreading through our body. The next thing that followed was a reduction in our perception of our surroundings. Our thoughts began taking over our brain. Suddenly the darkness around us had dissolved. Flashes of light, sparkles of silver and purple danced in the darkness. Our heads began to swim. Or rather everything around us was taken up in a frenzied dance, while we stood their and watched with bloody horror.

And then I couldn’t think of anything more cause my brain refused to let me make up more of this crap. And thankfully I realize that it is an assertion of the fact that I am only 30% weird. And I thank blogthings for even trying to comprehend the composition of my brain. I'm telling you … yes you… go and get your head checked. I’m telling you it isn’t funny, it isn’t a joke, they ARE out to get you!!

pujos and leaving the village

A rather long time it has been. A lot of things have come to a pass. As i write this, there are 3 days left to the pujos. If i were in Cal, i would see the bamboo structure of the para pandal everyday from my window. I would hear the dhaak beats and new sale offers on the radio and tv 24*7. Here in the village its a different world. Theres absolutely nothing to give that pujo-is-arriving feeling. The only thing that allows the feeling is the slight misty mornings and the chill in the air at dawn and twilight. There is a certain characteristic pujo flavour to them. I just realized i haven't yet seen kash phool yet. I'll try and be a little more alert on my journey back home today evening. I have done no pujo shopping yet. Unthinkable if i were in Cal. at present.

I also think i've hit a wall with blogging of late. My blog always used to an account of my life's happenings. Nowadays i don't like that style. I even had this post which i wanted to post anonymously. Losing anonymity on a blog is (i can't find the word.)

Am listening to Joan Baez's version of No Woman No Cry. Its faster than the original by Bob Marley. The refrain "...everything's gonna be alright..." is like a support. Lean on it when you want to. Two days ago i shut the lights in my room. Thought of a certain incident that plagued me. And kept listening to Diamonds and Rust over and over again. And when i couldn't take it anymore, i lay on my bed to look up at my ceiling to think about it. My tired body shut itself off. I woke up next morning.

Enough of random ramblings. Am going home today. Am out of money. Don't have enough to buy me a ticket! And train journeys of late are things i look forward to. I can stand at the door, sipping a cha in a bhaar after a snooze. Thinking of the one thing that drives me endlessly. The one thing that makes everything exhilaratingly beafutiful and can leave me breathless.

Fantasy Lover?

Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover

You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you! Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter. You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you. You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover. Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives. Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours. No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

hmmm... interesting?