Are these storks? i am not too sure but incredible picture C. It sure does look like you are again feeding some sense into me, and i am just listening sheepishly!! hehe!! you know you are gonna be an ace photographer( and according to me,and my untrained eyes, you already are!!).
phew!! what a week. saw Rang De Basanti, err an image transduction sequence according to my dear friend Exiled Taranula :-). BTW where are you? your turn to be incommunicado??Come online sometime and we shall discuss the rights of non human animals!!


>> Just finished reading Great Expectaions. Hmmm...I should be critically analysing it, but all i want to do is curlup under the covers and die. i have this overwhelming urge to sob into my pillow and purge myself of all the pain, sickness and heartbreak. My first reaction to anything is always emotional, never 'critical', Blah! how in the world am i going to answer questions about the political and economic state of Victorian England. All i want to write about is how fascinating I find Estella, fear that i would endup like Miss Havisham, want to be a blacksmith and be the God Mother to Joe and Biddy's children. also, about my worst fear, i think i am like Pumble Chook! I do.
The regular reader, i assume, always associates with one of the main protagonists, align her/himself with the most positive figure and get vicarious pleasure out of it. But I, who was born completely retarded and has such a low self image, that as soon as i can figure out the vilest and most contemptible character in a story, i cling to it as my alter ego (does this happen with anyone else? please tell me so that atleast i know that i am not alone). Then what's to become of me with six million novels to read, most of them tragic? i think that by the end of this term i would probably turn manic-depressive and shoot myself. this blog would then be called - 'candead hogwash'. My sense of humour never fails to disappoint me. urrrgh!!

the perfect cup!!! COSTA!

yummy!!! thats italian for coffee...
delicious aroma of roasted coffee beans, warm yellow lights, coffee colored all wood furniture, John Denver singing about country roads, and the promise of something new!! yup, thats when chino and i strolled into the Costa outlet at PVR Spice, Noida. we had been here before and Chino ordered what he had the last time- Americano(Espresso with added hot water), black. last time i'd had espresso- traditional italian way- just a shot of strong black coffee. dark and frothy. and if you want to be up all night you can go in for a double shot called 'doplo'. i love these Italian words-'doplo', there something so creamy about the word when i roll it in mouth. doplo, doplo...

gosh, the cups they use are unbelievably adorable. my espresso came in this tiny dun coloured china mug which looked more like a shot glass and chino had to choose mug sizes. there was 'primo'(the usual barista size), 'medio' (almost twice that) and then the largest (i forget the name) is unbelievable. anyhow, chino settled on medio and it was more than enough for the both of us. just then i absent mindedly remarked how i love the way we can choose 'cup sizes' here. it sounded like i was shopping for underwear. and shy chino turned completely crimson. hehe!!

so, completely satisfied with coffee i dared to try the eats. so-blueberry cheesecake. hmm...well lemme just stay they should stick to serving only coffee. coz loading a thin slice of cake with cream n drops of blue berry doesnot make it a cheesecake. so if i steer clear of the food Costa can definately be my new haunt. also the eye candy(behind the counter) aint bad!!

afterwards we just roamed around in the mall and Chino bought me this adorable cuddly(shall post pictures later!!). i am all smiles now and have been pirouetting about the house!!

thankyou Chino- you make me smile. (i know you are going to hate your name, well will change it later). thx!!!

besame mucho!!!!

Besame besame mucho, each time I bring you a kiss I hear music divine. So besame besame mucho, Yeh I love you for ever say that you'll always be mine...

i dunno .....i am just happy.......so......
besame mucho!!! muah!!

Street Food and Republic Day!!!

well i had written a fairly long post but my computer bailed out on me so that was lost. well it went something like this-
brrr...cold thursday morning, and the ear still hurts but i am in high spirits. there are 2 reaons for this- 1. i met nannu online today (first thing in the morning), boy do i miss her(i love u sweety), and we spoke about our street food excursions, which made me all hungry. hmm...so today i think i'll go and eat all the junk just like we used to and miss her when i am alone with an aching tummy. nannu , though the food was always from street vendors with deplorable hygiene levels, still somehow we never got sick did we? so, today i'll binge away to glory, or to an upset stomach!!
the other reason for my sunny side up is that today is Republic Day!! now dnt go judging me as this jingoistic individual who gets goosebumps everytime she hears the national anthem. read on....

Some scenes leave indelible impressions. Some are occurrences which one remembers through a flash, through scents, taste, caress. These might be grave or ordinary occurences that just got stowed away in some recess of the mind and surface every now and then. Some of these we remember from the sheer repetition of it. Well, ever since I was a kid, on every Republic Day we used to sit as a family(well almost) n watch the ‘parade’. Papa, Didi and I used to curlup in front of the television and watch with rapt attention. I used to eagerly await the tableaux bit as that was my absolute favorite!! The sheer brilliance of theses huge moving cities almost! Papa ofcourse loved the display of the weapons of war(very masculine and patriarchal I can say now) but he loved it.
The scene changed a bit as years passed. Didi stopped being interested and mummy was always the wise one who saw the sheer waste of such a display.
Well, I have heard it is an ‘image building’ tactic of the nation. We invite foreign dignitaries, display our military might, our diverse culture(this sounds so clichéd!), with VVIPs and blackcat commandos. The audience are all proud Indians from a thriving and well fed economic class. This is the India we would want all to see and believe in. but there are those who are conspicuous by their absence. The millions that are below the poverty line are almost forgotten. The amount of money that goes into this elaborate façade makes one think that, is image building so important? Is this pomp and waste the only way we can derive a sense of national identity? And then isn’t this construct, of a unified so what if diverse India, at the end of it all completely just that, a construct, a fictitious projection of jingoistic ideas?

hmm...still i ponder as should you. but this day would never lose its charm for me which was inculcated in me as a child. but the fact that i am sitting here writing this blog instead of watching the parade (which btw is on rt now) makes me smile at the irony of it all.

yippy!!! finally my own blog.....after hrs(well not really) of excruciating mind work i have finally started my very own blog!! btw, just to see how my post is gonna look.....this is d very first, the founding piece of hogwash ........nonsense away!!!!