tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82408205467710138542024-03-05T15:41:18.937-08:00Anatomy of my thoughts.....I have crossed twenty-five and things around me have started making an all new sense but not the perfect sense. Music continues to liberate, books make for a good elixir while writing of all continues to be a sumptuous escapade. 'Revolution' remains my favourite word. I have travelled within and beyond and one thing's for sure, this journey would never end.joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-55081766113763997802013-08-22T06:47:00.000-07:002013-09-01T22:56:44.861-07:00Smelly to Smiley<h4 style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love the smell of home, my home in Lucknow smells of incense stick, wood and has this peculiar 1950s brick smell. The ‘Puja room’ smells of chandan and sweets very peculiar to the ‘</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kaali Badhi</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">’. That whole aroma that wafts out of the Puja room reminds me of human faith; of man’s search for God and meaning; and the amount of confidence we attach to God. I feel so much at peace then. So strong is this smell that even on the streets if I come across such a familiar fragrance; I look around for a temple or a prayer place. For me this is the scent of heaven or a place where God is-- God's abode.</span></span><br />
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joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-54633117893495146922013-08-02T03:27:00.001-07:002013-08-22T23:48:15.269-07:00<b id="docs-internal-guid-3a4d2458-3e8e-4949-1783-9b567ad115ca" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.15; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It has been a long journey. Now for a twenty-seven year old woman, a journalist by profession, comparably I speak much, I know much, dream much consequently breathe much. There is confidence in me as I know that the world around me is a battle of wits and I am not unarmed. I am a woman of this world. I can creatively express my opinion effortlessly. Had I not read would my life be different? Yes, it would have been. Difficult, oblique and deliberately inarticulate. But, this all happened because I can read and my need for books has been met with a constant supply of good books.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">withIt all started at a very young age Dr Suess, Enid Blyton, Lewis Carroll, Roald Dahl, Dickens and many more and it started at the right age.</span></span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I feel that everyone should participate in a cause like this which involves nothing more than the love for reading and spreading knowledge. Another initiative taken up by Pratham which is the </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Read India Movement</span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, which is – create story books, publish them, sell them, and spread their reach across the length and breadth of India so that they can find their way into the hands of a young child who wants to read. The idea, I believe is novel and we should participate by collaborating. Let us support the cause. Let us learn to live by giving a little.</span></div>
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joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-35424842158981545152013-04-23T23:21:00.000-07:002013-04-24T01:57:57.944-07:00<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">What if an old, similarly odd and sickly man walks up to you and confesses murder and to top the oddity he tells you to watch out, for it would rain fishes outside. What if you are a cop? Would you take him in? You would not. You will let him go. What if you realize that it is all true; there has been a gruesome murder in the neighborhood and it does rain fishes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Kafka on the shore is one such novel packed with surreal happenings till the end. The novel begins with a 15-year-old, Kafka leaving his home to never come back and is followed by his father’s dark prophecy. The novel chases Kafka in the journey of his to escape his father’s prophecy and also the weakly old man Nakata who has this ability to talk to cats is a finder of strayed household felines. In Nakata’s one such search meets Johny Walker who kills cats and traps their souls to make a flute. It is in this very meeting that he forces Nakata to kill him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The narrative of this 436 page novel is dream-like leaving the reader wonder as to what would happen next. Simply unputdownable. Kafka labors under the weight of an omen laid upon him by his father, a renown Tokyo sculptor who tells Kafka that he is destined to murder his father and sleep with his mother and sister. All this does happen but in such a way that leaves the reader gasping for air and still not being critical and judgmental about the unfolding of surreal oddity in every page.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">If you want to start with something that charges your subconscious and leads you to a place so surreal along with a novel that is mobbed with adventure, mystery and love, you should give this Japanese writer, whose works have been described as 'easily accessible, yet profoundly complex', and his novels a shot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">If you are looking for something that would take a strong hold on you and get you out of reality. If you want to read something that would just make time stop and you beyond time then I would suggest look no further than this book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For once we thought it was a laptop screen but the heads watching over the screen did not move. For probably thirty minutes they just did not move. We got more curious. Curiosity did kill many people but maybe caution wasn't there friend. We were assured of such honest to god friendship from it’s end. However we are not gloating on that. My husband gave up on stressing at what exactly was happening in that flat opposite to mine. I did not give up cause I knew there was something about that flat that was more intriguing. And I loved how they have this green Marijuana wallpaper in their balcony. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Before I would start, I would like to apologize to the three young men who own that flat and assure them that nothing unwanted has been looked into while I looked into your flat every now and then and I have no intentions of stalking anyone. And now to the readers I would excuse myself from being called as a crooked neighbor who loves to have her gander, on the sly watching inside rooms.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, yes, I must say I am intrigued to an extent that I want to literally enter that unknown flat facing my flat in the building next to mine. Everything about the flat is so wondrously psychedelic. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For evenings as for tube lights they have this purple haze sort of light all across the room. They take their positions in front of that very lap top and the same statue like concentration on the screen and for that very same amount of time. They look at the screen and sometimes over these shiny green beer cans maybe Heineken or over smoke. From a distance it looks hallucinatory. Wish I could just click them. Have never been able to see any of the guys’ face. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Strangest thing is I have never seen them in the morning only that very time around eight. Sometimes there is no one around only smoke fog from the table or sometimes it is just that huge flat screen next to the door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wonder are these guys a different breed altogether or just the regular guys, maybe they are different. As I look at them I do wonder what they think of are they just like the 100 others around them or do they view life in that very purple light? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The look of the room does suggest that there take on life is way different from the common guys. They love to read even if it is over the internet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stranger still are the bed-sheets that the maid hangs out every morning. The sheets have this alien spaceships on them and one has these big leaves on it. Everything is so godamn different from the usual. Phew! That whole flat reeks of psychedelia.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The other day I saw their maid dry their clothes every thing hanging on that string was so out of the ordinary. The towel, their boxers, and a few other stuff everything was sap green in color just like the Marijuana color. I wondered it would be so great to meet such people. Meet them over those dense conversations, stare at the very screen motionless just like them.</span></div>
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I am passionate about living, to say the least. I am passionate about waking up every morning and opening my eyes to a wonderful day.<br />
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I am passionate about color all kinds, around me. I love my room for it is green in color and has these huge red abstract flowers spread on the creamy curtains covering it's pale white windows.
I crib when the maid puts a plain white bed sheet because I love the one with blue space ships on it.<br />
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Now, you wonder and question my sanity in this regard as to why am I not blogging or writing about development or social change. What has it got to do with social change? I will try to explain.<br />
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It took a whole day and a lot of coffee to understand what 'social change' meant to me or us. The power it held in it. Pondering about this over a cup of coffee I realized that unless an until an intrinsic understanding is attained in this regard nothing, from saving energy to giving donations to NGOs, can bring about this change.<br />
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A pretty famous American journalist, P.J. O'Rourke, was once quoted saying that " You can't get rid of poverty by giving people money." It is something similar to that.<br />
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I personally am of the opinion that to bring about any change as impactful as being life changing for people involved you need to love what you see around, you need to love it to that extent that you feel for those for whom it's not possible.<br />
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As human beings who want to be a part of a society where we call ourselves the socially uplifted we need to understand the 'minutes'. We cannot just say that we strongly feel about energy wastage unless an until we experience the power of energy. We need to love what we believe in.<br />
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I see color all around, I love colors and I love it to that very extent that I hate to see how my world drops dead as soon as I close my eyes. This very act has made me feel strongly for those who are not that fortunate enough to see. We call them blind. I am moved at how not much is done for them. There are blind schools that are working towards training these children but they are again in want of funds.<br />
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I want to tell my readers that social change is possible only after every person feels that he is an equal and important part of the society and feels responsible and is moved or affected by any act that causes spiritual doom to the society.<br />
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Worries and dilemmas have taken a geometric progression and no matter how many of us try to improve society it would only follow an arithmetic progression.<br />
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At such a rate sadness and misery would always remain and stay here till the end of days.
We need to to go back home and talk to our kids and husbands about how our life has more meaning than to just earning, running around for money, achievement.<br />
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We should connect ourselves to any NGOs working towards orphans or any type of disability towards children. We should spend time with them and make them feel that they are part of that big picture where they don't see themselves right now because we all agree that they are an important to a our country's future.<br />
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I feel that there is no point having an energy conserved society if you have just hooligans living in it who care nothing for the lesser fortunate. I see no point.<br />
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Here I would like to quote Swami Vivekananda, "Our duty is to encourage every one in his struggle to live up to his own highest idea, and strive at the same time to make the ideal as near as possible to the Truth."
This idea and feeling should be so intrinsic and embedded in our veins in such a way that it should be carried or passed down through in genes.<br />
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A helping hand is what I feel we should be to bring about change.<br />
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Change is possible only when we start looking inside and growing from there. Only after we become more aware as citizens and the power that we hold in bringing about this change, only then change is possible. <br />
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For more information on iDiya visit: <a href="http://www.isb.edu/idiya/" target="_blank">http://www.isb.edu/idiya/</a>joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-34548356949421436712013-02-21T23:18:00.000-08:002013-04-24T01:59:45.424-07:00In my search for good music I came across Ben Howard. Here are my top 5 of his tracks. Play on and live on!<br />
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There you were<br />
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a star in my universe.</div>
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The only star in my universe.</div>
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You are still in my head.</div>
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Am I still in your head?</div>
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in my despair, tempers.</div>
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In a series of dreams with no exits<br />
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you stay.</div>
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Take your time,<br />
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your springs, summers,autumns,<br />
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You!</div>
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One in a million.</div>
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You!</div>
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From beyond time and space.</div>
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You!</div>
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You of all would know,<br />
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and once you know;<br />
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you would know never to let me go.</div>
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Good music. It keeps coming to me just like luck, good or bad.
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joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-18671282692699116952013-02-04T02:37:00.000-08:002013-02-04T02:37:12.415-08:00There is a life that we lead which is way different from that life that we dream, a delusion that we fancy. But we do go all the way with life. It's all a game, this life!<br />
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Lana Del Ray a magician musician. Enjoy!<br />
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Perishers for you!
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<b>What '<i>The Good Bad and Ugly'</i> taught me</b></h2>
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Firstly, my sincere and deep apologies to Sergio Leone, Ennio Morricone and Hollywood for not having watched this movie. It was just yesternight that I realised what a bummer I have been for not having watched this movie all along.<br />
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The first cheek-blushing thing this movie taught me was that I do not know about every great movie ever made and that my husband definitely knows more than me. And I am not going to brag about my knowledge in this regard ever because at least in front of him he has a list, a long one. Ouch!<br />
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When it comes to movies I do not follow The New York Times guide to the Best 1,000 Movies Ever Made, I just go with any random aspect that interests me, mostly it is the name then the star cast and then the music. So from now on I would trust The New York Times guide because they definitely know more than me.<br />
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Secondly, Clint Mansell, Hanz Zimmer, Nino Rota and John Williams have to make way for Ennio Morricone. This Italian knows his job and he does it well. He is ace! <br />
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Mr. Morricone thank you for making me realise that there is music everywhere just like god it is omnipresent. Gunfire, whistling, and yodeling, throughout the movie teach me about this. So much I learnt about music. For the music Morricone seized upon real-life sounds and loaded them with ominous meaning, like the coyote-howl motif and the deafening tick of the pocket-watches counting down the climactic shoot-out. Goosebumps!<br />
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The best part about this contemporary classic is the way the three main characters are introduced, this two note coyote yell is used for the three main characters, with a different instrument used for each one: flute for Blondie (Man With No Name)(Clint Eastwood), arghilofono for Angel Eyes (Lee Van Cleef) and human voices for Tuco (Eli Wallach).<br />
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For those who have an eye and ear in understanding music's role in plot development or character introduction, this movie's soundtrack is blinding.<br />
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Thanks to this movie I realised about the endless possibility of human voice.<br />
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Thirdly, if it's climax it should be nothing less than an orgasm. The film's famous climax, a three-way Mexican standoff had me all psyched! This epic showdown would always be etched in my mind.<br />
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Another thing that I realised was men with guns are men, the real deal and not those with gadgets and i-pads. No man can change this. I am no longer sighing over the emotional male protagonists. I'd rather go ga-ga over Tuco than Mr. Darcy (Naaa, I love him too.)<br />
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And last but not the least if looks could kill then I would not have had been blogging about this movie. Clint Eastwood, I am sorry for underestimating your dull looks in 'The bridges of Madison County'. Sorry!! And now I know what my husband meant when he said that if he would have been gay he would have married him then.<br />
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It is a brilliant Spaghetti Western! Do watch! Breathtaking!<br />
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Yes! It is a love story. It has a
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It is a story of a journalist, Zoya,
working in the top media house in Delhi for a couple of years and Raj, a
banker, an engineer from Delhi College of Engineering and an
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As our blind Cupid would have it they
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Zoya loved music, books, poems and
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She talked of Yeats and Milton and he
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She cribbed for his time and he
explained her the importance of money. But, they knew they loved each
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They played their parts en-regle, but,
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If you are one of those who fell in
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and became a self-chronicler after that, you would wonder whether it
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Crazy, stupid Cupid is such a story
where we learn a few more things about love. Firstly you do not
always get to choose and secondly you do not always get to keep it
and last but not the least it is you who always does the damage
control after our blind cupid fails with his arrow.<br /> </div>
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than Zoya and Raj it is the story of the blind Cupid.</div>
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What makes this story real is that it
is a story of a fellow journalist and I have seen her grow within and
beyond in this relationship. It has a little of myself in it as well.<br /> </div>
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<i>“Is it a problem?” Zoya asked,
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<i>“What is?” confronted Raj.</i></div>
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<i>“My love for you. Is it a problem?”</i></div>
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<i>“Is it too big for you that you are
sinking in it or worse still is it so vast that you are feeling
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<i>Raj was silent. So was Zoya.</i></div>
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<i>After a long uncomfortable silence Raj
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<i>“Zoya, I don't understand you
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<i>“In that case Raj, it is a problem.
You and I. We are a problem.”</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is my entry for the <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/getpublished/" target="_blank">HarperCollins-IndiBlogger <i>Get Published</i> Contest</a>, which is run with inputs from <a href="http://www.yashodharalal.com/" target="_blank">Yashodhara Lal</a> and <a href="http://www.harpercollins.co.in/" target="_blank">HarperCollins India</a>.</span> </div>
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<b>ON STORIES AND FABLES</b></div>
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( Another poem written by me while thinking about the amount of stories I have been constantly feeding myself with since childhood.Here it goes.)</div>
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She knew of stories from East and
West;<br />
of fables and those tales from the past,<br />
of fairies and
goblins and <br />
ghosts that come to haunt one from their past.<br />
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She
knew these stories, she knew them well.<br />
Wrapped them neatly, held
them tight.<br />
Safe from the mornings<br />
and the dead of
night.<br />
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Insane you would call her, <br />
or one would tell.<br />
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she was wise, she knew<br />
one day she would have kids<br />
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million stories to tell.<br />
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--Joyeeta</div>
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joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-43457690278004753822012-12-20T06:14:00.002-08:002012-12-20T06:14:54.466-08:00It's Hard waking up alone.......
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You are about to come again like you did on Monday,</div>
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I am about to be equally excited as I did on the same day.</div>
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Nothing new about the ''How are you?''</div>
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Nothing strange about this day as well.</div>
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But how I talk about this day,</div>
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And letting out the usualness in the day.</div>
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Is it the wait?</div>
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(A month of being married and experiencing the mundane, the only thing that excites me every evening is the wait)</div>
joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-46433307809224879402012-10-13T03:26:00.001-07:002012-10-13T05:51:47.736-07:00I have a thing for good music. In my search of it again I came across this track. Amazing lyrics and music. there is something about the video too.<br />
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"Bite chunks out of me<br />
You're a shark and I'm swimming<br />
My heart still thumps as I bleed<br />
And all your friends come sniffing."<br />
ENJOY!<br />
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This is how I put it; three stages of a book reader.<br />
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1) The initial, I would call it the 'clueless' stage, is/are the books that your syllabus suggest and you read them. You are fed these books.<br />
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2) OK! So you love what you read, you decide you want to read more and more. So you ask around, Google a bit, book reviews. I would call it the 'inquisitive stage'. You proudly call yourself an avid reader. The time element involved here is huge.<br />
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3) After going through these two stages the reader reaches a whole new level, an advanced stage. The reader learns to let go in terms of the fact that he knows what's good and what's not. What writers are exceptional and those who are mere commercial and how great a Pulitzer/Booker is.<br />
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Once you reach this stage the books take the front seat. It chooses you. You don't.joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-29944756078672844652012-10-12T11:04:00.002-07:002012-10-12T11:04:30.043-07:00<br />
Dear Blog,<br />
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A month left to my marriage and as the clock takes me nearer to that date, my restless mind makes me wander farther away from it. I realize it is not easy to change and melt your identity into someone else's. It is definitely not easy to get dressed up in that whole new attire stitched and ironed for you by the new ones in your new home. It's tough!<br />
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I have just one thought and sentiment to share with my future husband. And it is the what ifs. I am feeling blue and this is exactly what I feel now.<br />
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In a World Megalomania Contest, who would be crowned – Julian Assange or Mayawati? Taking jokes seriously is one of the symptoms of megalomania, say psychiatrists the world over.<br />
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Mayawati the Super-Architect believes in building grandiose edifices and statues; Julian the Super-Iconoclast believes in demolishing by leaks, real and imaginary. Both are the creations of the media. While Mayawati’s dream is to reach Madame Tussaud’s (wax museum in London), the Louvre in Paris and the Washington Monument (now closed but when re-opened), Julian would love to shift his office permanently to the White House, with offices in Elysee Palace and 10 Downing Street to make the noble profession of leaks easy.<br />
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One speaks politics all the time, the other economics. Hence there is no meeting ground between the two. If Nitin Gadkari and Manmohan Singh were to spend five minutes together, Nitinspeak would be Greek and Latin to Singh, just as Singhspeak would be Mandarin and Malay to Nitin. But in political gamesmanship, they score a fax pau each. When Manmohan held a Press Conference without the Press, so to speak, Nitin admitted in effect BJP has no leaders when he stated the party is ready to follow Anna Hazare. (That’s the Congress interpretation, you might dismiss; then it has a serious implication that Anna Hazare is the genie manufactured in Nagpur and let out of the bottle in Delhi!!)<br />
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In antics, Kiran Bedi is contesting Lalu Prasad Yadav, hoping Harvard University would take note of her. Special planes have been flown to Harvard (and even Hollywood) with video-tapes of the Bedi show!<br />
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In dancing, Sushma Swaraj is trying to steal the thunder from Mallika Sarabhai, who may have performed abroad. What makes Dancing Sushma so very special is that it was a sacred dance in a sacred place. And it is rumoured that she is opening a bale dancing school near Raj Ghat!<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">(This opinion piece was earlier published in Times School's of Journalism's blog site: <a href="http://creativethinker777.blogspot.in/2011/09/wikijokes.html" target="_blank">WIKIJOKES</a>)</span></div>
joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-33524567144255380092009-03-01T03:28:00.000-08:002012-09-25T03:29:34.195-07:00ODE TO DOORDARSHANA nostalgia that cannot be reimbursed, Doordarshan, gave India its first taste of the picture tube and with it came a series of programs which paved the way to the television that we see today.<br /><br />
The channel began broadcast on an experimental basis on September 15, 1959 from a makeshift studio at Akashvani Bhavan in New Delhi as part of All India Radio. It started with 20 TV receivers in and around Delhi and transmitted one hour educational and developmental programs twice a week. In 1976, the Indian government constituted Doordarshan, the public television broadcaster, as a separate department under the Ministry of Information and Broadcasting.<br /><br />
Doordarshan gave us a list of nostalgic songs which brings in a sense of homesickness , some of them were, Mile Sur Mera Tumhara , Ek Anek, the title song of Malgudi Days, and the theme songs of Mahabharata and also Jungle Books-“jungle jungle baat chali hain”, these are some songs which are irreplaceable. Broadcasting was harnessed for the task of political nation building and national integration and for the development of “the national consciousness” which can be sensed in the serials that were aired. By 1990, nearly 90% of the Indian population watched Doordarshan , it was during this time that the “integration of Indian consciousness”, concept came home.<br /><br />
The serials which were aired after 1982 like Hum Log, Chitrahaar, represented the Indian common man and his ideologies during the post independence era. The serials like Mahabharata, Chanakya, Malgudi Days, Mungeri Lal ke haseen sapne, Mitti keRrang, Mr Yogi, Neem ka Ped, Nupur, Bible ki Kahaniya, Babaji ka Bioscope Om Namah Shivaya, Oshin, Byomkesh Bakhsi , Ramayana, topped the list of those “ not to be missed”, these shows lacked the fanfare of the sets, accessories and locales but were succulent with human emotions. For children there were an array of shows like, Chutti Chutti, Nukkad , Brahmaand, Captain Vyom, Chamatkaari Telephone, Alice in wonderland, Baigan Raja, Quiz time, Rimba’s island, Disney Hour, Gayab Aya, Sindbad The Sailor, Alif Laila, Haddi Raja , Shaktimaan, Sunno Re Kissa, which were entertaining as well as informative. There was something about the serials which were aired post 1982, which reflected the Gandhian ideology of ‘swaraj’ and ‘swadeshi’. One could find the nationalist autonomy in Doordarshan. But 1991 saw the beginning of international satellite broadcasting in India and the government launched a major economic liberalization program. Both these events combined to change the country's television environment dramatically. <br /><br />
With the advent of STAR TV, the popularity Doordarshan took a nosedive. Now commercial competition has transformed Doordarshan as well, and it is scrambling to cope with the changed competitive environment. <br /><br />
Satellite broadcasting has threatened Doordarshan's audiences and self-preservation has spawned a new ideology in the network which is in the process of reinventing itself. On a deeper thought one can see how the cultural imagination of national identity has changed because of satellite and cable television.<br />
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In retrospect, one could find that though these serials lacked huge investments when it came to the sets, costumes, but then the stories that were aired had much more than what Rupert Murdoch’s Star TV could give us or any other channel could give us for that matter.joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-71049658328629594442009-02-23T08:48:00.000-08:002012-09-25T03:30:51.924-07:00THE ROAD LESS TRAVELAn interview that i had with a Hijra<br />
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“For 24 hours if I live happily”, is what Vidya has to say when asked about her main aim in life, certainly not a dream for just another name. A smile that welcomes one to, what the world would call a “transgender”. An undergraduate in computer science and a post graduate in applied linguistics, this 27 year old, born in Trichi, Tamil Nadu has reached a place where many of her might, would have failed to loom over.<br />
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Vidya has led a life which is everything but ordinary, from hapless to hopeful, she has churned a journey from writing in blogs and websites, about the life of a transgender, to working as an assistant director in movies like “Paal” and “Nandalala”.<br /><br />
Latest in this journey would be her autobiography; “I AM VIDYA”. This autobiography written by her is a mirror reflecting her life throwing light on every stage of her life beginning from childhood. “This book includes my life experiences and me.”, says Vidya, “the book was the second bestseller commercially for the year 2008”adds Vidya. The book has already been released in English, Tamil and Malyalam.<br />
From Trichi, a small town in Tamil Nadu, Vidya is currently working as an assistant director in a movie “Nandalala” and is very fond of “Gulabi Talkies”. Vidya gives credit to all the good things that have happened in her life to her mentor Revathi Amma, who herself is a social worker and an activist for the rights of transgender.<br /><br />
This ardent fan of Girish Kannadha feels that it’s not enough with just an autobiography and she will be satisfied only when she becomes a director. This recluse in her own country has poured her life from zero in her autobiographical book which tells about her sex reassignment surgery, her relationship with her family and people around her, in short her struggle as a transgender, giving answers to a life quite unknown to us.<br />
In short i was touched.joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-40975288974110772852009-02-19T05:21:00.000-08:002012-09-25T03:31:16.520-07:00OBAMA MANIA IN INDIALately I have come across a lot of magazines and sites which have venerated a lot of politicians as the next “OBAMA FOR INDIA”. Discussion forums aren’t spared too from this topic. Well some say its going to be Rahul Gandhi some say it will be LK Advani some say Narendra Modi and the list continues not forgetting our Mayawati, the list continues.<br /><br />
I personally have no interest in having an Obama for India.I would rather go for a leader, who can unite, integrate this country at first, rather than one with answers to “bail out” the economy.<br /><br />
The “UNITY IN DIVERSITY”, standard that’s chanted behind our minds on big days like the Independence Day, or Republic Day, gets dissolved when there’s a riot or some other politically instigated upshot. So India needs a man who can mend the buried nostalgias of the country.<br /><br />
What I see for the country’s future, with Advani as the Prime Minsiter, is a strong action against terrorism, but I seriously doubt about the communal harmony within the country, secondly a man being one of the accused of the Hawala case as well as the Babri Masjid issue along with his once strong links with RSS would make him an unsafe bet. He has also been accused of being absconder in Jinnah murder conspiracy case. He has not managed to repair his relationship with the RSS following his Jinnah remarks. The chief of the RSS, <a href="http://www.nationmaster.com/encyclopedia/K.S.-Sudarshan">K.S. Sudarshan</a> made it clear that he wants Vajpayee and Advani to step aside for younger leaders.<br /><br />
Talking about Narendra Modi, in July 2007 he became the longest serving Chief Minister in Gujarat's history when he had been in power for 2063 days continuously. Modi took charge of Gujarat when its economy was shrinking, with massive economic losses he re-organized the government's administrative structure and as a result of his elaborate efforts Gujarat registered a GDP growth rate of over 10% during his first tenure. This was the highest growth rate among all the Indian states, continuing this extra-ordinary run, over the last year GDP growth rate was registered at 11.5%.But in Feb 2002 ,violence broke out in Gujarat, claiming more than 1000 lives ,the root cause of the violence being the Godhra train burning . The National Human Rights Commission criticized the government, pointing to "a comprehensive failure on the part of the State Government of Gujarat to control persistent violations of rights". An October 2007 report by the investigative newsmagazine Tehelka quoted several Sangh Parivar activists claiming that Modi was personally aware of the planning for the riots. Narendra Modi frequently says that if the BJP wins the next General Election in India, they will honor the 2004 Supreme Court judgement to hang Afzal Guru Afzal was convicted of terrorism in the 2001 Indian Parliament attack in 2004 by the Supreme Court of India and is in Tihar Jail. Modi would also work on Advani lines tracing events of the past and their say in it. He would do well for the economy, judging Gujrat’s GDP growth.<br /><br />
Coming to Obama, this Democratic candidate would have anytime been a welcome change after the Bush Administration .Obama spoke about changing the U.S. government's economic and social priorities. He questioned the Bush administration's management of the Iraq War and highlighted America's obligations to its soldiers. Drawing examples from U.S. history, he criticized heavily partisan views of the electorate and asked Americans to find unity in diversity, saying, "There is not a liberal America and a conservative America; there's the United States of America.". This is the ideology which our leader should have. Uniting this country should be the first priority of our leader. Reading a lot of articles about Obama, I realized he was not only country centric, he also led out campaigns for countries, where help was needed, for instance the “save Darfur” campaign, against genocide, he also carried out an anti-Iraq war rally. One can read his psyche as being a well educated radical who would benefit the nation and also work on Tran’s border peace. To be honest India doesn’t have such a breed in flesh, looking at the current line of politicians.<br /><br />
This is country is fighting within in its own borders, so much in house terrorism is taking place every now and then, at such a stage we need someone who can get us all out of this functional anarchy because at one point of time we do feel lost and like strangers within the borders. Keeping what I said in mind we also need someone he speaks for the masses, voices our opinion. Saying this means asking for a lot, knowing the post independence scenario of the country where many states want their own separate countries, so uniting that country would be a big task, but someone should start. What I want is more people should get into politics and know more and more about the state of affairs, rather than sitting back home and complaining about current government, “why not just be a part of it”. To make an economy like America, one should at least have an Abraham Lincoln. He successfully led the country through its greatest internal crisis, the American Civil War, preserving the Union and ending slavery. So we cannot just blindly dream to have any prime minister like some other country’s great leader, we have to have someone who has a thorough knowledge of the country ,who is young and educated. We need someone with a clean history.<br /><br />
An Indian, who can come up with the Indian version of “CHANGE WE BELIEVE IN”, a solution , to our current conundrum.joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240820546771013854.post-14240355900681258672009-02-11T08:58:00.000-08:002009-02-11T09:07:11.431-08:00This years soul saving songs<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">This years soul saving songs</span><br /></strong></span>This year the west gave us the best tracks. I sincerely have fallen in love with the “Billboard Top 100”.The best part of it all is my Britney is back with a bang, with her “womanizer” track. Some songs have become my daily “mood lifters”. The lyrics , the music the ,video have it all. Chris Brown is my favorite with his “forever”, Jason Mraz “I’m yours”, Leona Lewis with her “Bleeding love” has made me drool for more of their tracks. Sean Kingston, MIA, Natasha Bedingfield, Saving Abel, Gavin Degraw’s “in love with a girl”, David Archeleto’s “Crush”, all the feats of Lil Wayne and the new comer Jordan Sparks, and Metro Station’s “shake it”, all are like amazing tracks with good flirty lyrics and music. I’m not a fan of Usher but his new track “love in this club” must say am quite impressed. Kardinal Official feat Akon’ s “Dangerous” and One Republic’s “Stop and Stare”,Coldplay’s “Viva la Vida” are tracks that all should listen to. Though, I’m not impressed with Alicia keys and Fergie and Madonna. Rihanna needs a special mention.<br />Cheers to all these singers and best of luck to them for the Grammy.joyeetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06916696584535964038noreply@blogger.com2