Monday, September 28, 2009

Creep

for the longest time i thought that creep wasn't an original radiohead song.
i know, fuck!
When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...
~Radiohead

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

From Belgaon with Love

The funniest thing happened.

I needed to send a package to Brussels in Belgium. So the other day I went down to the post office and sent it by registered post. They charged me Rs. 35, and in the back of my head I thought, "Oh how cheap." But considering I'm pretty much saving every penny I earn nowadays, I didn't question! Yesterday, I got a call from the post office saying that my packet has come back to the postoffice because it was accidently sent to Belgaon instead of Belgium, and the office clerk made an error. And I need to come and pay the difference. And the difference was  Rs. 724!

Lesson learned: Any package going out of India by registered speed post can in no way be less than Rs. 400. As told to me by post-office master.

Post-It #9


Post-It #8


Post-It #7


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Friday, September 18, 2009

Vision for Vision in Liberia

I made a small donation to the Centre for Vision in the Developing World after watching this TED Talk the other day. And look what they sent me!
Dear Ms Ramchandani,

Just a quick note to thank you for your recent kind support for the Centre for Vision in the Developing World. We have recently returned from a deployment in Liberia where we trained volunteers to screen and distribute eyeglasses in a pilot programme with Global Vision 2020, a US based charity that we're working with as an international distribution partner (www.gv2020.org). 1000 pairs of eyeglasses were distributed and we were very encouraged to see our training process and dispensing protocols working very well. Your support is essential to making these things happen.

With best regards,

David
Who knew I'd be helping my own bretheren.

Post It #1


"A Singer Must Die"

Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess.
Is it true you betrayed us? the answer is yes.
Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.
And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
A singer must die for the lie in his voice.

And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
You keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,
Im sorry for smudging the air with my song.

Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid
In the clothes of a woman I would like to forgive,
In the rings of her silk, in the hinge of her thighs,
Where I have to go begging in beautys disguise.
Oh goodnight, goodnight, my night after night,
My night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night.

I am so afraid that I listen to you,
Your sun glassed protectors they do that to you.
Its their ways to detain, their ways to disgrace,
Their knee in your balls and their fist in your face.
Yes and long live the state by whoever its made,
Sir, I didnt see nothing, I was just getting home late.
~Leonard Cohen

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Love Letters

The last post led me to google "Love Letters"
I found a really sweet site: http://www.sleeptrip.com/300loveletters/

How the fuck can I miss you, when I have this?

Clare, I just wish I could come up with something as incredible as you just did. I love you so much, thank you for making me feel like I matter, like anything matters. Because of you I finally know what its like to feel that I mean enough to someone to make a lasting impression on their life. I didn’t know people could be so understanding and so influential before you and it gives me hope for everyone else. I know I’ve said it all a million times, but it just feels so good to think that maybe there is a point to all of this. My point is to make a point for those who want it, to help you make your point. You make me feel the best I ever have and quite possibly ever will. If everyone was as open as you, we wouldn’t have nearly as many problems and maybe everyone could have at least one person to give it all to. I wish that people had someone like you to go to, as you said, to feel the amazement I do when I have that chance. You mean the world to me and I don’t think I can describe how much I love you and love being with you. No matter where we travel; no matter what twists and turns and decisions we make, whether they be amazing, terrible, easy, difficult, right, wrong, ugly, beautiful, life-shattering, or a complete restoration; no matter the path we chose for our entire lives; I know I will never forget you, I will never stop loving you, and I will forever remember the way you changed my entire life. I love you, I can’t wait to see you, and you are in my mind, always and forever.
Love,
Justin

(via rock.too.fast.for.love)

Let's look at the sky then

Never love a wild thing... you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up... If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
— Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's

(via mountainsofmolehills)

"Supple"

When the word supple parts my lips, some men snicker
but I'm not thinking of a certain skin or of branded leather,

but of how the weak gain dominance through leverage,
turning a woman onto her stomach until she tries to rise.

When pressured, the bones also respond.
~Beth Bachmann, Temper, 2009.

Today I Shall Make: Mangalorean Fish Curry

Ingridients
For the masala
1 tsp coconut oil
3 tsp coriander powder
pinch of fenugreek seeds
1 tsp fennel seeds (saunf)
8 pieces of pepper corn
1 tsp mustard seeds
2 tsp cumin seeds
15 red chillies
1 grated coconut
2 sliced onions
8 pods of garlic
100 ml water

For the main preparation
2 tbsp coconut oil
2 sliced onions
10 curry leaves
2 chopped tomatoes
500 gm filleted fish
prepared masala
1 tsp salt
2 tbsp tamarind paste
100 ml coconut milk

Methods
For the masala
Heat oil in pan. Add coriander powder, fenugreek seeds, fennel seeds, pepper corn, mustard seeds, cumin seeds and red chillies and dry roast them.

Now add grated coconut, onions and garlic. Saute till the onion turn light brown. Then add water and grind them together.

For the main preparation
Heat oil in pan. Add sliced onions, curry leaves and saute the onions till it looses colour. Then add chopped tomatoes and prepared masala, and stir-fry till fat separates. Add fish and stir fry. Add salt, tamarind paste and coconut milk. Mix it well.

Garnish with curry leaves and coriander leaves. Serve hot.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

subtitled

i went for a documentary film yesterday, called Bilal, screened at Alliance Francaise (Mumbai). Now the seating wasn't stagerred, so for the most part, it was difficult to read the subtitles (most of the film was in Bengali). Would it be too distracting to place the subtitles at the top of the screen instead? More so for foreign-language documentaries than any other? Has anyone tried it?

Facebook

I've taken the easy decision to deactivate my facebook account.
It's just all too much.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Flickr introduces Galleries

Flickr has introduced a new feature called "Galleries." You can make as mamy galleries, with a limit of 18 photos in each. Still it's enough. I put hp, diti, nash, sonal, and parag in mine, so far. Do see.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

end of the movie

There should be a website called endofthemovie.com where you can ask a question on how any movie ended. Similarly, there should be beginningofthemovie.com. Then bad cable that randomly goes off and late-latheifs like me will be alright.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

repeat

Kya kare zindagi isko hum jo mile,
Iski jaan kha gaye, raat din ke gile
Raat din gile…
Meri aarzoo kamini,
Mere khwab bhi kaminey,
Ek dil se dosti thi, yeh huzoor bhi kaminey,
Kya kare zindagi isko hum jo mile,
Iski jaan kha gaye, raat din ke gile…
Kabhi zindagi se maanga, pinjre mein chaand la do,
Kabhi laanten deke, kaha aasmaa pe taango
Jeene ke sab kareene the hamesha se kaminey,
Kaminey kaminey kaminey kaminey,
Meri daastaan kaminey, mere raasten kaminey,
Ek dil se dosti thi, yeh huzoor bhi kaminey…
Jiska bhi chehra cheela, andar se aur nikla,
Masoom sa kabootar naacha to more nikla,
Kabhi hum kaminey nikle, kabhi doosre kaminey,
Kaminey kaminey kaminey kaminey,
Meri dosti kaminey, mere yaar bhi kaminey,
Ek dil se dosti thi, yeh huzoor bhi kaminey…

~ Kaminey, from Kaminey
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Thode bheege bheege se thode nam hai hum,
Kal se soye voye bhi to kam hai hum.

Thode bheege bheege se thode nam hai hum,
Kal se soye voye bhi to kam hai hum.
Dil ne kaisi harkat ki hai,
Pehli baar mohabbat ki hai,
Aakhiri baar mohabbat ki hai,
Pehli baar mohabbat ki hai,
Aakhiri baar mohabbat ki hai…

Aankhein doobi doobi si surmayee madham,
Jheelen paani paani hai bass tum aur hum,
Hmmm baat badi hairat ki hai,
Pehli baar mohabbat ki hai,
Aakhiri baar mohabbat ki hai

Hmmm khawab ke bhoj se, kapkapati hui,
Halki palkein teri yaad aata hai sab,
Tujhe gudgudana… satana yuhi sote hue,
Gaal pe teepna… meechna bewajah besabab.

Yaad hai peepal ke jiske ghane saaye the,
Hum ne gilehri jhoothe matter khaaye the,
Yeh barqat unn hazrat ki hai.

Pehli baar mohabbat ki hai,
Aakhiri baar mohabbat ki hai

~Pehli baar mohabbat ki hai, from Kaminey
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Ummm hmm umm hmm
Ummm hmm umm hmm

Tune jo na kaha
Mein woh sunta raha
Khamakha bewajah Khwaab Bunta raha

Tune jo na kaha
Mein woh sunta raha
Khamakha Bewajah Khwaab Bunta raha

Jaane kiski humein lag gayi hai nazar
Is Shehar mein Na apna tikana raha
Koi chaht se na ab apni chalta raha

Khamakha bewajah Khwaab Bunta raha
Dard phele se hai jyaaada
Khud se phir yeh vaada
Khamosh Nazrein Rahein Bezubaan

Abb Na pehli si baatein hai
Bolo to Lab thartharatein hai
Raaz yeh dil ka na ho baiyan
Hoga na ab asar humpe nahin
Hum safar mein to hai Humsafar hai nahi

Door jaata raha Paas aata raha
Khamakha bewajah Khwaab Bunta raha

Aaya woh phir Nazar aise
Baat chidne lagi phir se
Aankhon mein chubhta kal ka dhuan

Haal tera na humsa hai
Is khushi mein kyon gumsa hai
Basne laga kyon phir woh jahan
Woh jahan dur jis se gaye the nikal
Phir se aankhon mein karti hai jaise pehal

Lambha beeta hua ,Dil Dukhata raha

Khamakha bewajah Khwaab Bunta raha

Tune jo na kaha
Mein woh sunta raha
Khamakha bewajah Khwaab Bunta raha

Jaane kiski humein lag gayi hai nazar
Is Shehar mein Na apna tikana raha
Koi chahat se abb apni chalta raha

Bhuj gai Aag thi Daag Jalta raha...

~Tune jo na kaha, from New York