Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
double entendre
today a guy I hardly know told me he was scared. i didn't know if it was in place for me to ask, but I asked him why anyway.
he said it was because of the Virginia Tech massacre.
i thought i understood his fear. it could have been any one of us. i told him what i felt, that when i sat here and heard stories of bombs going off in trains back home, trains that people i love and i could have been on, i realize its the same everywhere.
there are angry people i said and they will try to hurt the innocent. 'cowards' i called them.
if our time's up we die, i said.
he looked at me with his gentle eyes and said, 'you don't understand me'.
i looked at him puzzled.
he said, "i'm scared people will hate me coz i'm asian"
the thought hadn't even occurred to me.
as the message screamed, barefaced, piercing through layers of delusion ... it got cold...
'there are angry people and they will try to hurt the innocent'
and thats how life's cycle completes itself.
he said it was because of the Virginia Tech massacre.
i thought i understood his fear. it could have been any one of us. i told him what i felt, that when i sat here and heard stories of bombs going off in trains back home, trains that people i love and i could have been on, i realize its the same everywhere.
there are angry people i said and they will try to hurt the innocent. 'cowards' i called them.
if our time's up we die, i said.
he looked at me with his gentle eyes and said, 'you don't understand me'.
i looked at him puzzled.
he said, "i'm scared people will hate me coz i'm asian"
the thought hadn't even occurred to me.
as the message screamed, barefaced, piercing through layers of delusion ... it got cold...
'there are angry people and they will try to hurt the innocent'
and thats how life's cycle completes itself.
Subbu Ray's Celebrity Profile
I found this on recommendation of a friend.
There is only one person I know well enough and is adorably narcisstic enough to appreciate this.
So here goes, will the real Subbu Ray please stand up!
There is only one person I know well enough and is adorably narcisstic enough to appreciate this.
So here goes, will the real Subbu Ray please stand up!
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Taco Bell then?
To whomsoever it may concern
If I ever offer you my very own, homemade Beet & Broccolli salad with almonds, cranberries, raisins with or without salad dressing ...
However exotic I make it sound or look, do us both a favour and flush it down the drain.
If I ever offer you my very own, homemade Beet & Broccolli salad with almonds, cranberries, raisins with or without salad dressing ...
However exotic I make it sound or look, do us both a favour and flush it down the drain.
What do we do...?
Thank God it was no one we love
Thank God it wasn't our self
Pray that their souls rest in peace
Talk about it, bow our heads in grief
Anger, irony, destiny, grief ... stunned ... still ...
The only thing we offer the world unkowingly, is our vulnerability... the rest somehow seems premediated, conscious decisions at some level or the other ...
The one gift we're given unawares, is our relisience. The rest we can inherit, even culture.
No one deserves what happened to them
and there is nothing I can say ...
Thank God it was no one we love
Thank God it wasn't our self
Pray that their souls rest in peace
Talk about it, bow our heads in grief
Anger, irony, destiny, grief ... stunned ... still ...
The only thing we offer the world unkowingly, is our vulnerability... the rest somehow seems premediated, conscious decisions at some level or the other ...
The one gift we're given unawares, is our relisience. The rest we can inherit, even culture.
No one deserves what happened to them
and there is nothing I can say ...
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Tale tuck
Stand corrected wrt previous post:
"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten."
- G.K. Chesterton
"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten."
- G.K. Chesterton
Monday, April 16, 2007
Curiouser and curiouser
There are moments in our lives when we want to be rescued. When we wait and pine for big strong arms to lift us and take us away into the sunset (yes... something like that...)
Anyway, thats not the point. The point is - there is someone to blame for us getting into this "I'm a damsel in distress come help me... saaave meee.... loooovveee me!!"
And the characters to be blamed for this in my case are primarily these chaps and this charlie here.
So anyway, between this one Dane and these Germans, I realize I have become rather, well how should we say this, "conditioned" to wanting to feel like being rescued when I am faced with a demon (which comes in many shapes and sizes might I add. The worst demons I know come with deadlines... brrr...)
ALSO, its their fault that I think life has to have a 'happily ever after' and that 'happily ever after 'comes only once you find the big arms (attached to a delicious boy ofcourse).
Anyway, I am sure over time I will forgive them and should I have children, I might even run to them for help on many a night... when I don't have an ounce of creative juice left in me. (Yeah like that could happen!!)
I know I rant... but the truth is that fairy tales are a way of life with me. Minus the flowing dresses and hair that stays in place even when being pursued by a dragon.
Let me prove it.
My life is like a fairy tale and the character I am is Alice.
Reasons why I am Alice:
1. There isn't a Prince Charming for miles around. There is however a possibly inebriated cat, a pillercatter with a predilection to dope, vowels and monosyllabls (always a dangerous mix), a perinnially late rabbit ...... well, you get the point.
2. Many a conversation I have with people ends up in a Caucus race and yes, I am supposed to have the prizes!
3. As an external observer of my life, you will be tempted to think that there is some patterning and symbolism to things.
There has to be some sort of an order to the chaos ... It must be there. But you just can't see it.
4. "I always give myself good advice, but I very rarely listen"
5. On a lighter note might I add... I am rather fond of tea.
6. Just when I think the ground is steady beneath my feet, it isn't.
7. When I think I am big and invincible, I shrink.
8. Mad hatters magnetize towards me.
9. I go looking for trouble.
10. Every night before I go to bed I find myself thinking, "It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change"
11. As Subbu Ray (Arjun's alias, for the mystified) is reminded time and again - every day is my (un)birthday.
12.
World in General: "Who... R ... U? "
Me: "Why, I hardly know, sir. I've changed so much since this morning, you see..."
Oh there must be a good moral to this... but I must go to bed.
Anyway, thats not the point. The point is - there is someone to blame for us getting into this "I'm a damsel in distress come help me... saaave meee.... loooovveee me!!"
And the characters to be blamed for this in my case are primarily these chaps and this charlie here.
So anyway, between this one Dane and these Germans, I realize I have become rather, well how should we say this, "conditioned" to wanting to feel like being rescued when I am faced with a demon (which comes in many shapes and sizes might I add. The worst demons I know come with deadlines... brrr...)
ALSO, its their fault that I think life has to have a 'happily ever after' and that 'happily ever after 'comes only once you find the big arms (attached to a delicious boy ofcourse).
Anyway, I am sure over time I will forgive them and should I have children, I might even run to them for help on many a night... when I don't have an ounce of creative juice left in me. (Yeah like that could happen!!)
I know I rant... but the truth is that fairy tales are a way of life with me. Minus the flowing dresses and hair that stays in place even when being pursued by a dragon.
Let me prove it.
My life is like a fairy tale and the character I am is Alice.
Reasons why I am Alice:
1. There isn't a Prince Charming for miles around. There is however a possibly inebriated cat, a pillercatter with a predilection to dope, vowels and monosyllabls (always a dangerous mix), a perinnially late rabbit ...... well, you get the point.
2. Many a conversation I have with people ends up in a Caucus race and yes, I am supposed to have the prizes!
3. As an external observer of my life, you will be tempted to think that there is some patterning and symbolism to things.
There has to be some sort of an order to the chaos ... It must be there. But you just can't see it.
4. "I always give myself good advice, but I very rarely listen"
5. On a lighter note might I add... I am rather fond of tea.
6. Just when I think the ground is steady beneath my feet, it isn't.
7. When I think I am big and invincible, I shrink.
8. Mad hatters magnetize towards me.
9. I go looking for trouble.
10. Every night before I go to bed I find myself thinking, "It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change"
11. As Subbu Ray (Arjun's alias, for the mystified) is reminded time and again - every day is my (un)birthday.
12.
World in General: "Who... R ... U? "
Me: "Why, I hardly know, sir. I've changed so much since this morning, you see..."
Oh there must be a good moral to this... but I must go to bed.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Lets Play House ... again! Like grown ups this time!
I have a home all of my own now.
It’s a small little studio apartment, tucked away in the corner of a building. Its reasonably bright although I don’t get no direct sunlight, its always the right temperature and has a big bright bathroom. If you know me well enough you will know I am obsessed with big bright bathrooms. That smell of soap!! (Well, now you know)
My only grouse is that it smells annoyingly of curry and incense. And no thats not “so Indian” and I don't like it, the curry smell was there before I got there. The incense was my ecofriendly way of getting rid of the smell anyway, it’s a work in progress…. Any suggestions are welcome…
Anyway, after hours of contemplation I have decided that homes are important for the following reasons:
1. It’s a place you can come back to after a long, hard day.
This might sound very generic to you. If it does, then that just goes to say that you haven't as yet experienced ‘long, hard days.’ Because if you had then you'd know what I mean and you wouldn't say "Mmm yeah, thats always nice" and instead say, "Duuuuude!!!!!!"
If you just said "Duuuuuude!!!!!!!" (yes, with that many exclamation marks) then continue to read, else go away (spoilt prat).
2. It gives you a place where you can dig your nose shamelessly, walk around naked, cook whatever you want, spend hours in the bathroom and decide there is no such thing as "ridiculously clean".
3. An excellent piece of territory where you can ban Linear Algebra, heavy metal, non-recycleable plastic, genetically messed food, smoking, men who don't smell nice, women who don't smell nice/ enjoy an occasional bitching session or two and ofcourse racists and lint of every shape, description and form.
4. A place where you can hide your secret stash of tea leaves and tea bags and other good tea stuff and pretend its weed and you're all cool and act like a charsi and feel very up-"beat" about it, without getting laughed at.
5. You can daydream and nightdream. Cry like there is no tomorrow, laugh the next moment, pirouette, moon walk and do the robot.
6. Where you can play 80’s music all day!! And no one rolls their eyes
Anyway, I'm beginning to get flaky and possibly giving too much away, so I'm gonna shut up.
But there is one very important thing having a home does for you and it takes not having one for a while to get this...
It gives you the guts to speak your mind. You can look someone squarely in the face and say exactly what you think.
It gives you a small spot of land you belong to, in a land very dissimilar to home. And theres a strange amount of confidence born in just that.
You might not get it, and part of me hopes that you never need to understand it … just know this much: I am so happy.
yay!
It’s a small little studio apartment, tucked away in the corner of a building. Its reasonably bright although I don’t get no direct sunlight, its always the right temperature and has a big bright bathroom. If you know me well enough you will know I am obsessed with big bright bathrooms. That smell of soap!! (Well, now you know)
My only grouse is that it smells annoyingly of curry and incense. And no thats not “so Indian” and I don't like it, the curry smell was there before I got there. The incense was my ecofriendly way of getting rid of the smell anyway, it’s a work in progress…. Any suggestions are welcome…
Anyway, after hours of contemplation I have decided that homes are important for the following reasons:
1. It’s a place you can come back to after a long, hard day.
This might sound very generic to you. If it does, then that just goes to say that you haven't as yet experienced ‘long, hard days.’ Because if you had then you'd know what I mean and you wouldn't say "Mmm yeah, thats always nice" and instead say, "Duuuuude!!!!!!"
If you just said "Duuuuuude!!!!!!!" (yes, with that many exclamation marks) then continue to read, else go away (spoilt prat).
2. It gives you a place where you can dig your nose shamelessly, walk around naked, cook whatever you want, spend hours in the bathroom and decide there is no such thing as "ridiculously clean".
3. An excellent piece of territory where you can ban Linear Algebra, heavy metal, non-recycleable plastic, genetically messed food, smoking, men who don't smell nice, women who don't smell nice/ enjoy an occasional bitching session or two and ofcourse racists and lint of every shape, description and form.
4. A place where you can hide your secret stash of tea leaves and tea bags and other good tea stuff and pretend its weed and you're all cool and act like a charsi and feel very up-"beat" about it, without getting laughed at.
5. You can daydream and nightdream. Cry like there is no tomorrow, laugh the next moment, pirouette, moon walk and do the robot.
6. Where you can play 80’s music all day!! And no one rolls their eyes
Anyway, I'm beginning to get flaky and possibly giving too much away, so I'm gonna shut up.
But there is one very important thing having a home does for you and it takes not having one for a while to get this...
It gives you the guts to speak your mind. You can look someone squarely in the face and say exactly what you think.
It gives you a small spot of land you belong to, in a land very dissimilar to home. And theres a strange amount of confidence born in just that.
You might not get it, and part of me hopes that you never need to understand it … just know this much: I am so happy.
yay!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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