Date: 27.09.2007
Time: 3:50 a.m.
Misty grey clouds
Gracefully traverse the expanse
Of a semi-dark sky of night
A silvery orb
Shows itself amidst these
And casts gleaming moonlight bright
The stillness of the air
Steals her slumber
After some moments of confused dreaming
She stands silently
Watching the night
Awaiting the faraway morning.
Those colours take
Many moments to shift
From one grey shade to another
The moon stares back
In sharp contrast
Through the smoky concealing cover
That wanderer gazes
With a gaze intense
Pondering over black and white hues
She stands silently
Watching the night
Awaiting the morning blues.
Sleep is lost
To the serenity of greys
Over dreams of perplexing colour
The veneer of moonlight
Tricks her into ease
As she succumbs to its charming power
Restive mind finds peace
In the monochrome sky
And the full moon’s calming rapture
She stands silently
Watching the night
Awaiting the morning’s capture.
End: 4:15 a.m.
Thursday, 27 September 2007
Friday, 21 September 2007
Anger
Date: 05.08.2007
Medium: Black oil pastel
Comment: This was made over a month back in a few minutes. And a few minutes of today (a few minutes back) made me want to post it.
Thursday, 20 September 2007
Artistic Musings [II]
Tower
Date: 19.09.2007
Medium: Oil pastels on a water colour background
Comment: It looks strange and horrible, I know. However, I had the picture inside my head and decided to do something about it. So here it is. Laugh and deride all you want.
Insanity
Date: 11.09.2007
Medium: Obvious, isn’t it? Violet ink.
Comment: I was bored. During a class. Oh well. I expect even more derision this time. And digicams are horrible.
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Glassy Stare
Date: 19.09.2007
Time: 1:25 p.m.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
What makes me so calm
When there is life all around?
Life that throbs and pulsates with both energy and pain
I am calm, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
Why do words fail to form
When I wish to frame a question?
A question caught within the folds of my throat
I am dull, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
When there is a disturbance
Do I turn to look, to see what caused it?
It has an electrifying hold on the crowd, but
I am calm, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
My glassy stare conveys naught
It is hollow like the soul within
My glassy stare shields my vulnerability
Sparing the emotions within
My glassy stare clouds my thoughts
From the thieving world.
End: 1:35 p.m.
~*~
This poem was inspired by the portrait. Somewhat. And something else that happened today. Not having a scanner is terribly irritating.
Time: 1:25 p.m.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
What makes me so calm
When there is life all around?
Life that throbs and pulsates with both energy and pain
I am calm, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
Why do words fail to form
When I wish to frame a question?
A question caught within the folds of my throat
I am dull, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
When there is a disturbance
Do I turn to look, to see what caused it?
It has an electrifying hold on the crowd, but
I am calm, I am numb.
I keep staring blankly
As I am taught to stare
I know not why.
My glassy stare conveys naught
It is hollow like the soul within
My glassy stare shields my vulnerability
Sparing the emotions within
My glassy stare clouds my thoughts
From the thieving world.
End: 1:35 p.m.
~*~
This poem was inspired by the portrait. Somewhat. And something else that happened today. Not having a scanner is terribly irritating.
Sunday, 16 September 2007
Talking without the Telephone
Experiment: To speak to Ship without using the telephone.
Apparatus: Travelling money, a sense of direction, functional vocal chords and a communicating device which is to be forgotten shortly.
Wishful thinking: A nose that stays still and does not keep training vigorously for the Marathon.
Theory: For two people to speak to each other without the use of the telephone they must be within hearing distance of each other.
Apparatus: Travelling money, a sense of direction, functional vocal chords and a communicating device which is to be forgotten shortly.
Wishful thinking: A nose that stays still and does not keep training vigorously for the Marathon.
Theory: For two people to speak to each other without the use of the telephone they must be within hearing distance of each other.
Procedure:
1. Choice of transport should be such that starting out a few minutes late does not impede the experiment by more than a few minutes.
2. Basic knowledge of street-smart travel is to be implemented and there should be no hesitation to ask an obliging and benevolent policeman for directions.
3. The communication device to be forgotten shortly is to be used briefly and only to ensure that the experiment is in full swing.
4. Greetings and oddly inane thoughts are to be conveyed back and forth using the vocal chords while within seeing and hearing distance of each other.
Observations:
(During a disgruntled expedition pursued by a certain childish-looking person to search for certain items of clothing)
Ship: I will rob your underwear.
LD, who is taller and older-looking, wisely chooses to keep her face expressionless.
(During a conversation about cricket playing abilities)
LD: I can field —
Ship: I can’t field for nuts. Or balls for that matter.
Ship and LD are paralysed with laughter in spite of the gross pun. Ship does her rather loud “whahahahahahaha” laugh.
(After a long conversation, towards the end of the afternoon)
LD: This is nice! We don’t have to use the telephone to talk.
Ship: This is quotable.
*Laughterness*
(Many “whahahahahahaha”s, “hee haw haw haah hah hah”s and Jerry-Mouse-laughs later)
LD: I don’t think I’ll be quoting though.
Ship: You will feel ugh about typing this out? You are insane.
LD: Yeah.
Inference:
1. Ship looks quite young and is equally reedy. And she is pweety!
2. Most bloggers have poor eyesight.
3. Ship and LD are both insane and laugh like crazy lunatics and do not know how to behave in public without embarrassing themselves.
4. Telephone conversations go quite a long way in putting people at ease.
5. Some things simply cannot be quoted!
Result: A happy day owing to a successful experiment.
Result: A happy day owing to a successful experiment.
Journey
When you are walking by yourself, lost in thought, you often forget about your destination. You’re so absorbed in your thoughts — those little imaginary conversations (with yourself and others) that you get a slight jolt when you finally arrive … when you have to stop. It is not a very pleasant feeling on most occasions since it makes you feel as though you are leaving a part of yourself behind — a branch of the steadily ageing tree breaks off and is lost to time forever.
I have often felt this way while travelling. It is serenity that comes upon me as I quietly watch the sky, the family of clouds drifting across it without a care, that proud eagle circling and searching at one corner, soaring high purposefully at one moment and gliding down nonchalantly in the next, the numerous shades of blue that streak across nature’s canvas ... I feel as though I am that eagle flying majestically in the sky. I can feel myself blending into the blue. I find myself floating on a cloud, heading off to visit distant dreams. My reverie takes me to faraway reaches of my mind wherein I find myself speaking to many facets of my nature, and accepting them the way they are. It hurts when I am called back to earth by the jarring sounds of voices that had been hitherto forgotten. It is painful to be wrenched away from that peaceful calm, back to the roar and din of mundane existences.
Dreams offer much comfort at times. They take you away from things you aren’t ready to deal with and give you time to grow, time to heal, till you are ready to face them. A journey gives you time to dream. You are saddened when it ends as it signals the end of the dream — another closed chapter. However, it is not possible to cling to every dream that flits before your eyes and transports you to your personal realm of peace, quiet and solitude. Dreams also have their own period of usefulness, after which they simply tend to hinder you from moving forward. One journey cannot continue indefinitely, which is why, it must end, just so that you are free to venture forth on another quest, and seek out new avenues that will show you what you are yet to see. You keep travelling and find new dreams to keep you alive during the long road ahead and longer roads to come.
Saturday, 15 September 2007
A Moment Remembered
“Don’t you think that you should—”
“Yes, well, I know more science than you, so drop it.”
“Well, I know more of life than you so listen to me.”
“All right, I’ll listen to the sound of silence coming from you.”
“Hmph.”
“What? You don’t have a riposte to that?”
“Hah. You wait till I come up with one.”
There was laughter, quite a lot of it. Inside jokes, good humour and a mellow mood can change the way people interpret words. That is why I would rather not forget.
“Yes, well, I know more science than you, so drop it.”
“Well, I know more of life than you so listen to me.”
“All right, I’ll listen to the sound of silence coming from you.”
“Hmph.”
“What? You don’t have a riposte to that?”
“Hah. You wait till I come up with one.”
There was laughter, quite a lot of it. Inside jokes, good humour and a mellow mood can change the way people interpret words. That is why I would rather not forget.
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Adventures of the Snivelling Skylark
Who would’ve thought that crossing a short street can be such a pain! I had a tough time guarding my ‘precious’ while navigating my way through a maze consisting of painfully noisy and pungently smoky vehicles this evening. My walk was further complicated by my nose which was running the 100 metre Olympic, a feat that could quite easily lead to my being re-christened “Snivelling Skylark”. And why am I going backwards while narrating the events that took place today? Oh well, R-E-W-I-N-D!
To begin, I’d have to mention that I woke up. Yes. Awakened. Stopped dreaming. Opened my eyes to look at the ceiling. Whichever you please. And I was not very well, to put things mildly. However I had a certain commitment to keep later during the day, which was why I was quite keen on getting better. I consumed organic matter which humans consume for the sake of sustenance and decided to wait till I felt a bit better instead of striding towards my destination right away. This did help. Slightly. And so my attempt at reaching my destination alive proved to be a successful endeavour.
Ordinary occurrences took place. Although I learnt that I had missed out on some delicious spring rolls. Le sigh. And these lines probably make no sense whatsoever. I am weird. So what I write or say is not likely to make much sense. Le shrug. I also witnessed the shortest ‘seminar’ in the history of mankind (what a relief!) and then, er, had quite a good time at a programme that was postponed by a week and held today. My ‘precious’ looked an absolute beauty and created sound that was quite literally music to my ears. I was amongst some very talented people and was requested to play Für Elise at the end of the programme. Which I did. And had an overenthusiastic ‘congratulator’ hug me. (O_o ... :P). And apparently also had VB in tears. (:o I know I didn't play that badly; perhaps she is being autistic today). Things could have been worse, I suppose. I mean, I made two mistakes while playing the second song. I could have sounded worse than I actually did. Le long-drawn-sigh.
After that, I walked down a short street and then a longer one and then stood there waiting for my mode of transport. For quite a long time. With my ‘precious’ in tow. Funny people wondered what I was carrying in a large, black, apparently-heavy (note keyword: apparently), rectangular bag. I looked at those sorry creatures in disdain. They knew not that it contained my ‘precious’. Oh well, their loss, I’d say. Although I’d have been gladder had certain careless women carrying large shopping bags had not brushed their impure articles against my ‘precious’.
I am in a talkative mood at present. Which is a pity since my snivelling situation shall probably not allow me to sound like anything other than a cracked blow-horn which has been poorly transfigured into a violin, which has been unequally broken into three fragments. I would feel guilty inflicting such pain on other people’s hearing devices by speaking to them. Shut up, I must, in that case. And so, I will and hope that I am better tomorrow.
To begin, I’d have to mention that I woke up. Yes. Awakened. Stopped dreaming. Opened my eyes to look at the ceiling. Whichever you please. And I was not very well, to put things mildly. However I had a certain commitment to keep later during the day, which was why I was quite keen on getting better. I consumed organic matter which humans consume for the sake of sustenance and decided to wait till I felt a bit better instead of striding towards my destination right away. This did help. Slightly. And so my attempt at reaching my destination alive proved to be a successful endeavour.
Ordinary occurrences took place. Although I learnt that I had missed out on some delicious spring rolls. Le sigh. And these lines probably make no sense whatsoever. I am weird. So what I write or say is not likely to make much sense. Le shrug. I also witnessed the shortest ‘seminar’ in the history of mankind (what a relief!) and then, er, had quite a good time at a programme that was postponed by a week and held today. My ‘precious’ looked an absolute beauty and created sound that was quite literally music to my ears. I was amongst some very talented people and was requested to play Für Elise at the end of the programme. Which I did. And had an overenthusiastic ‘congratulator’ hug me. (O_o ... :P). And apparently also had VB in tears. (:o I know I didn't play that badly; perhaps she is being autistic today). Things could have been worse, I suppose. I mean, I made two mistakes while playing the second song. I could have sounded worse than I actually did. Le long-drawn-sigh.
After that, I walked down a short street and then a longer one and then stood there waiting for my mode of transport. For quite a long time. With my ‘precious’ in tow. Funny people wondered what I was carrying in a large, black, apparently-heavy (note keyword: apparently), rectangular bag. I looked at those sorry creatures in disdain. They knew not that it contained my ‘precious’. Oh well, their loss, I’d say. Although I’d have been gladder had certain careless women carrying large shopping bags had not brushed their impure articles against my ‘precious’.
I am in a talkative mood at present. Which is a pity since my snivelling situation shall probably not allow me to sound like anything other than a cracked blow-horn which has been poorly transfigured into a violin, which has been unequally broken into three fragments. I would feel guilty inflicting such pain on other people’s hearing devices by speaking to them. Shut up, I must, in that case. And so, I will and hope that I am better tomorrow.
Friday, 7 September 2007
Still Laughing
Laughter is a funny thing. No, really. I’m not joking when I say this. It’s contagious and so, well, intoxicating that you don’t wish to ever stop laughing once you start. And perhaps that’s why I still have a smile on my face. In spite of the day and how it started...
I mean, this morning, a certain member of the family decided to use me as an instrument to vent pent up frustration and downright pissed-off-ness and yelled out a whole lot of things which really did not need to be shouted, let alone said. And I surprised myself by not responding at all. Well, not really, since I er, talked back a bit as well, however my words were spoken calmly and rationally: two things that I never am when riled. Which goes to say that I wasn’t provoked into an angry outburst, something that is very uncharacteristic of me under similar circumstances. To be honest, I could not care less. Oh well, that’s one up for me, I suppose.
Moreover, later during the day, something that had upset me quite a bit some weeks back reared its ugly head once again. And I surprised myself yet again by not reacting the way I usually would. I’d much rather laugh at the absurdity of the situation and a certain person involved than go through that again. I guess that I’ve already found closure for that particular incident (if writing mouldy metaphors can taken into consideration), which is why I spent most of the afternoon in peace.
Yes. I’ve realised that I prefer laughing to sulking. I prefer chuckling to brooding. I’d choose snorty sniggers over silent unshed tears any day. And I’d rather listen to Pineapple Head for the eleventh time this afternoon with a smile than let the world and all its rot affect my mood.
I mean, this morning, a certain member of the family decided to use me as an instrument to vent pent up frustration and downright pissed-off-ness and yelled out a whole lot of things which really did not need to be shouted, let alone said. And I surprised myself by not responding at all. Well, not really, since I er, talked back a bit as well, however my words were spoken calmly and rationally: two things that I never am when riled. Which goes to say that I wasn’t provoked into an angry outburst, something that is very uncharacteristic of me under similar circumstances. To be honest, I could not care less. Oh well, that’s one up for me, I suppose.
Moreover, later during the day, something that had upset me quite a bit some weeks back reared its ugly head once again. And I surprised myself yet again by not reacting the way I usually would. I’d much rather laugh at the absurdity of the situation and a certain person involved than go through that again. I guess that I’ve already found closure for that particular incident (if writing mouldy metaphors can taken into consideration), which is why I spent most of the afternoon in peace.
Yes. I’ve realised that I prefer laughing to sulking. I prefer chuckling to brooding. I’d choose snorty sniggers over silent unshed tears any day. And I’d rather listen to Pineapple Head for the eleventh time this afternoon with a smile than let the world and all its rot affect my mood.
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
Evening Walk
Date: 05.09.2007
Time: 7:25 p.m.
Silent is the walk down a familiar old lane
That has been traversed many times before,
Watching the mud and pebbles
Breathing in the fragrance of cleansed earth,
Bearing a purpose in mind.
Dark is the sky still caressed by loving clouds
That have been gathering and grieving all day,
Revealed by a sudden flash of lightning
Illuminating the stars playing hide and seek,
Shadowed for now.
Pleasant is the stroll in the cool evening air
That carries those soft footsteps moving calmly,
Taking in the serenity that the night offers
Content with the soothing solitude
Unperturbed by restless sounds.
End: 7:37 p.m.
Time: 7:25 p.m.
Silent is the walk down a familiar old lane
That has been traversed many times before,
Watching the mud and pebbles
Breathing in the fragrance of cleansed earth,
Bearing a purpose in mind.
Dark is the sky still caressed by loving clouds
That have been gathering and grieving all day,
Revealed by a sudden flash of lightning
Illuminating the stars playing hide and seek,
Shadowed for now.
Pleasant is the stroll in the cool evening air
That carries those soft footsteps moving calmly,
Taking in the serenity that the night offers
Content with the soothing solitude
Unperturbed by restless sounds.
End: 7:37 p.m.
Saturday, 1 September 2007
Attack of the Egregious Egret!
12:15 p.m.
Mr. Bean: (while discussing some rot which no one was paying attention to anyway) “Have any of you got cats as pets?”
LD: (muttering under her breath) “I have a pet brother! Does that count?”
DM: (looking and pointing at LD in a mousy manner) “She is one.”
Mr. Bean: “Cats do not have a mechanism for the removal of paracetamol. So, if your cat gets fever and you give it paracetamol it will accumulate in its body ultimately killing off your cat.”
The above words are spoken with a happy and satisfied smile, and the sentence is finished off with a grin.
DM: “He’s smiling! What kind of a person is he? A sadist?”
VB: (grimly) “I’m going to report him to PETA.”
LD: (thinks) ‘GAH! And what is the connection between membrane proteins and cats dying of paracetamol? I decide to pay attention for once and this is what happens! Meh.’
Mr. Bean continues to speak in a language that only gerbils can comprehend correctly while the animal activists get back to their state of well-cultivated ennui.
12:25 p.m.
The class has ended. People are happy. Then, out of nowhere …
Mr. Bean: “How many of you have seen Star Wars, the so called new episodes?”
LD jumps up and down in her seat. She is very excited. Her hand shoots up into the air from the last row. Her hand is the only one up.
Mr. Bean: “Well, there are some people called the Yay-dhee …”
LD: “Jedi!”
Mr. Bean: “… Yay-dhee who have this power to do things … They have something called ‘midhichlorian’, which helps them become Yay-dhee…”
LD: (very agitated) “It’s JEDI!”
Mr. Bean: (continuing in spite of the lack of enthusiasm from most of the class and death-glares from one agitated member) “How many of you have seen the original trilogy?”
LD and VB raise their hands. LD starts mentally ticking off the names one by one.
LD: (happily) “A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi …”
Mr. Bean: (ignoring everyone else) “After the success of these, George Lucas became very influenced by science fiction.”
LD: (mouth hanging open) “…”
DM: (insinuatingly) “How come you didn’t know that? You pseudo!”
LD growls.
Mr. Bean: “The original Yay-dhee …”
LD: (interjecting) “JEDI!!!”
Mr. Bean: “… was Luke Skywalker…”
LD smiles at the mention of the name as it reminds her of uber-cool action sequences involving the said person. She even forgives the speaker the error of calling Luke Skywalker the “original Yay-dhee”.
Mr. Bean: (smiling foolishly by this time) “… and yes, in the new ones it was Anakin Skywalker before he became Darth Bhay-darr.”
LD: (thundering) “VADER!!!”
LD starts shaking visibly and keeps sending death-glares to the blasphemous person. A disturbance can be felt in the Force. LD is then asked to control herself by DM.
LD: “Blah!”
Mr. Bean: (while discussing some rot which no one was paying attention to anyway) “Have any of you got cats as pets?”
LD: (muttering under her breath) “I have a pet brother! Does that count?”
DM: (looking and pointing at LD in a mousy manner) “She is one.”
Mr. Bean: “Cats do not have a mechanism for the removal of paracetamol. So, if your cat gets fever and you give it paracetamol it will accumulate in its body ultimately killing off your cat.”
The above words are spoken with a happy and satisfied smile, and the sentence is finished off with a grin.
DM: “He’s smiling! What kind of a person is he? A sadist?”
VB: (grimly) “I’m going to report him to PETA.”
LD: (thinks) ‘GAH! And what is the connection between membrane proteins and cats dying of paracetamol? I decide to pay attention for once and this is what happens! Meh.’
Mr. Bean continues to speak in a language that only gerbils can comprehend correctly while the animal activists get back to their state of well-cultivated ennui.
12:25 p.m.
The class has ended. People are happy. Then, out of nowhere …
Mr. Bean: “How many of you have seen Star Wars, the so called new episodes?”
LD jumps up and down in her seat. She is very excited. Her hand shoots up into the air from the last row. Her hand is the only one up.
Mr. Bean: “Well, there are some people called the Yay-dhee …”
LD: “Jedi!”
Mr. Bean: “… Yay-dhee who have this power to do things … They have something called ‘midhichlorian’, which helps them become Yay-dhee…”
LD: (very agitated) “It’s JEDI!”
Mr. Bean: (continuing in spite of the lack of enthusiasm from most of the class and death-glares from one agitated member) “How many of you have seen the original trilogy?”
LD and VB raise their hands. LD starts mentally ticking off the names one by one.
LD: (happily) “A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi …”
Mr. Bean: (ignoring everyone else) “After the success of these, George Lucas became very influenced by science fiction.”
LD: (mouth hanging open) “…”
DM: (insinuatingly) “How come you didn’t know that? You pseudo!”
LD growls.
Mr. Bean: “The original Yay-dhee …”
LD: (interjecting) “JEDI!!!”
Mr. Bean: “… was Luke Skywalker…”
LD smiles at the mention of the name as it reminds her of uber-cool action sequences involving the said person. She even forgives the speaker the error of calling Luke Skywalker the “original Yay-dhee”.
Mr. Bean: (smiling foolishly by this time) “… and yes, in the new ones it was Anakin Skywalker before he became Darth Bhay-darr.”
LD: (thundering) “VADER!!!”
LD starts shaking visibly and keeps sending death-glares to the blasphemous person. A disturbance can be felt in the Force. LD is then asked to control herself by DM.
LD: “Blah!”
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