Came across this line in one of the presentations happening in our class
There were a few lines before and after this one....
They were supposed to be guidelines for a brand name
2....
3.Not to literal
4.Avoid spelling errors
5.....
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
FLEW
I once did fly,
Thought I'd give it a try,
Up I soared into the sky,
Whatever would happen I wouldn't cry
Then one morning I saw a bird fly by,
Life is calling my friend, don't let it pass by
Thought I'd give it a try,
Up I soared into the sky,
Whatever would happen I wouldn't cry
Then one morning I saw a bird fly by,
Life is calling my friend, don't let it pass by
TWEETY
Its been long since I've been woken up by the chirping of a bird in the woods.......and it was today that there seemed to be a message hidden in that chirping that said "It's time to wake up". Probably even the divine being up there seems to have given up on me on waking up early and sent this messenger to get the message across.
Sitting there on a tender shoot, you called out to me,
How I was happy, that you were sent for me.
Lazily I look up through the half open window frame,
Only to realize it is time to get on the train
Sitting there on a tender shoot, you called out to me,
How I was happy, that you were sent for me.
Lazily I look up through the half open window frame,
Only to realize it is time to get on the train
Sunday, February 11, 2007
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Is my head at the service of my heart?
Am I thinking too much about what I am thinking ?
If you don’t stand for something, you won’t fall for anything
April Greiman, Halim Choueiry @icograda, mumbai
Am I thinking too much about what I am thinking ?
If you don’t stand for something, you won’t fall for anything
April Greiman, Halim Choueiry @icograda, mumbai
SERIAL KILLING
Set around February 2007 this story begins with the speculation of whether I have an upset stomach or not. This is on the night of the journey to Mumbai for an International conference. I wish I had accepted the advice of a dear friend of mine, to have some lime juice to be on the safer side. Ok, it wasn’t as bad as you are thinking, but I was left with that growling feeling till the early hours of the next morning lying helplessly on the SL (side lower) berth. I looked at my 10-minutes-ahead watch expecting to be somewhere close to Bandra but was horrified that we hadn’t even entered Mumbai. Ever so slowly, the so called Express train chugged on and we finally reached Bandra around 10:00. Four hours late.
By the way, the conference was supposed to commence from 9:30 am, which it did; I was told later. After a sumptuous breakfast and a shower at a friend’s place a look at the watch told me “You are 2 hours late”
Anyway I thought now that we have the friend’s car, we’ll be there shortly. But no.....the car had to break down when we were almost there at IIT. Sincere attempts by “Driver bhai” (that’s what my friend calls him) didn’t impress the Indica V2, and finally we had to take an auto for the remaining journey.
On reaching the conference, I realised it was lunch time.......like it was very difficult to guess. Anyway, I went to collect my conference kit......”Oh we are so sorry, we’ll let you know by evening” “For now we can only give you the ID card”......late late late very late
The remaining session was done and it was time to head to another friend’s house for an evening snacks thing. The mode of conveyance.....auto....and guess what on our way back this auto breaks down at the exact same location where the car had broken down earlier in the day. I knew it was coming when I recognized the steep incline despite the darkness as THE SPOT. But fortunately after a hundred attempts by the poor rickshaw guy, the engine started whirring and took us to our destination. I was happy thinking finally the day has ended, without the slightest idea of what was in store. Like the 20 minute walk to the residential block like a donkey laden with goods wasn’t enough, our room was on the third floor. I made a promise to myself to travel light forever and ever. even if it means wearing the same clothes on the second day. And on reaching there with a “Phew”, we see the door is locked. My friend tells me “Whoever leaves last, has exclusive ownership of the room” Thankfully the building had a terrace (any terrace just enchants me....probably because none of the houses that I’ve lived in ever had one) So after gazing at the stars and the adjoining super luxurious Hiranandani apartments, the mosquitoes announced that it was time to get indoors.
Into the room, but no place to sleep. I had just had enough. Rushed to the neighbouring room, picked up an abandoned mattress. Up it went on my shoulders and into the other room. I attempted to write a few lines in my book, but the dim lit room and mosquitoes, and the thought of being late again made me shut my eyes.....and off I went into a deep slumber.
By the way, the conference was supposed to commence from 9:30 am, which it did; I was told later. After a sumptuous breakfast and a shower at a friend’s place a look at the watch told me “You are 2 hours late”
Anyway I thought now that we have the friend’s car, we’ll be there shortly. But no.....the car had to break down when we were almost there at IIT. Sincere attempts by “Driver bhai” (that’s what my friend calls him) didn’t impress the Indica V2, and finally we had to take an auto for the remaining journey.
On reaching the conference, I realised it was lunch time.......like it was very difficult to guess. Anyway, I went to collect my conference kit......”Oh we are so sorry, we’ll let you know by evening” “For now we can only give you the ID card”......late late late very late
The remaining session was done and it was time to head to another friend’s house for an evening snacks thing. The mode of conveyance.....auto....and guess what on our way back this auto breaks down at the exact same location where the car had broken down earlier in the day. I knew it was coming when I recognized the steep incline despite the darkness as THE SPOT. But fortunately after a hundred attempts by the poor rickshaw guy, the engine started whirring and took us to our destination. I was happy thinking finally the day has ended, without the slightest idea of what was in store. Like the 20 minute walk to the residential block like a donkey laden with goods wasn’t enough, our room was on the third floor. I made a promise to myself to travel light forever and ever. even if it means wearing the same clothes on the second day. And on reaching there with a “Phew”, we see the door is locked. My friend tells me “Whoever leaves last, has exclusive ownership of the room” Thankfully the building had a terrace (any terrace just enchants me....probably because none of the houses that I’ve lived in ever had one) So after gazing at the stars and the adjoining super luxurious Hiranandani apartments, the mosquitoes announced that it was time to get indoors.
Into the room, but no place to sleep. I had just had enough. Rushed to the neighbouring room, picked up an abandoned mattress. Up it went on my shoulders and into the other room. I attempted to write a few lines in my book, but the dim lit room and mosquitoes, and the thought of being late again made me shut my eyes.....and off I went into a deep slumber.
CONNECT
I guess, it is like that feeling of knowing that “This is the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life” The only difference here being, it keeps happening to me again and again, and as much as I wish that it would be for a girl; sadly it isn’t. In my case it’s Bombay. But the way certain people are fond of it and describe it is certainly not how I like it. That’s one of the reasons why I don’t publicly support the “I love Mumbai” bandwagon. I like it differently. The silent admirer. So here I am today, confessing my love.
There is something about this city that makes me fall for it, every single time I make a visit here, and believe me, every visit to this awesome place on earth has opened a new door for me out of nowhere. That is why I call this post “connect”
Though I’ve never lived in Mumbai, I just admire it in my own idiotic way which is probably why I never agree with the die-hard fans and people who have grown up here. A few significant things decisions and events in my life have had a strange connection with this place. Like the first toy I remember having played with, was from Mumbai. The first time I saw the sea....the first time I saw an aeroplane....my first journey alone in a train......the first time I got lost in a street.....the fist time I saw a couple kissing off-screen...... :)....and it's probably the first time I've felt something missing within me.....
Other things like......it is here in Mumbai, after a casual visit to JJ College Of Architecture, I decided I wanted to do it (I had no idea what it was called) and here. But it wasn’t to be, wasn’t to be in Mumbai I mean. Training during architecture “HAD” to be in Mumbai. It was all set, but again....it wasn’t to be.
After a year of working in Pune I said enough and was all set “filmi” style to pack my bags and head towards Mumbai to find my destiny there. I did that....but only managed to give the entrance exams for IDC and NID. I was keen on IDC. And in fact I made a small prayer on the Sardar bridge over Sabarmati river the day my interview was done “Please don’t get me into NID”. But again...........
And now I’m here sitting in this dingy IIT faculty quraters, dimly lit with a 60W yellow bulb, tons of winged creatures and a guy from Lebanon staring at me from across the beds laid out in the living room, thinking what I am scribbling. Can’t think of making a conversation with him; looks scary, more so coz he’s built like an ox. They are three actually, and my friend calls them “The three avtaars of Jesus Christ” coz they all look the same, with long hair beard and the tall well built look.
Coming back to Mumbai......if there’s one thing I envy is the pulse. I can just feel it everytime I’m here. It’s like being suddenly thrown into a faster water current after paddling for hours in still river water (sabarmati....hehe)
The pulse and the feel is so strong that it puts me into the “GO-OUT-THERE-AND-DO-SOMETHING” mode instantly. Though Mumbai and almost every aspect of it is Bollywood driven (including the people here) it gives a chance to every other person that steps into the city.....(that line itself is so Bollywood....hahaha)
Ok looks like it’s rubbed on to me as well......well then.....the opening lines of “Satya” say.........."Mumbai.....ek aisa shehar jise neend nahi aati.....jo jaagte hue bhi sapne dekhta hai”
I guess this line sums it up and makes me get back to it again and again and again.
9th February 1:00 A.M IIT Powai
There is something about this city that makes me fall for it, every single time I make a visit here, and believe me, every visit to this awesome place on earth has opened a new door for me out of nowhere. That is why I call this post “connect”
Though I’ve never lived in Mumbai, I just admire it in my own idiotic way which is probably why I never agree with the die-hard fans and people who have grown up here. A few significant things decisions and events in my life have had a strange connection with this place. Like the first toy I remember having played with, was from Mumbai. The first time I saw the sea....the first time I saw an aeroplane....my first journey alone in a train......the first time I got lost in a street.....the fist time I saw a couple kissing off-screen...... :)....and it's probably the first time I've felt something missing within me.....
Other things like......it is here in Mumbai, after a casual visit to JJ College Of Architecture, I decided I wanted to do it (I had no idea what it was called) and here. But it wasn’t to be, wasn’t to be in Mumbai I mean. Training during architecture “HAD” to be in Mumbai. It was all set, but again....it wasn’t to be.
After a year of working in Pune I said enough and was all set “filmi” style to pack my bags and head towards Mumbai to find my destiny there. I did that....but only managed to give the entrance exams for IDC and NID. I was keen on IDC. And in fact I made a small prayer on the Sardar bridge over Sabarmati river the day my interview was done “Please don’t get me into NID”. But again...........
And now I’m here sitting in this dingy IIT faculty quraters, dimly lit with a 60W yellow bulb, tons of winged creatures and a guy from Lebanon staring at me from across the beds laid out in the living room, thinking what I am scribbling. Can’t think of making a conversation with him; looks scary, more so coz he’s built like an ox. They are three actually, and my friend calls them “The three avtaars of Jesus Christ” coz they all look the same, with long hair beard and the tall well built look.
Coming back to Mumbai......if there’s one thing I envy is the pulse. I can just feel it everytime I’m here. It’s like being suddenly thrown into a faster water current after paddling for hours in still river water (sabarmati....hehe)
The pulse and the feel is so strong that it puts me into the “GO-OUT-THERE-AND-DO-SOMETHING” mode instantly. Though Mumbai and almost every aspect of it is Bollywood driven (including the people here) it gives a chance to every other person that steps into the city.....(that line itself is so Bollywood....hahaha)
Ok looks like it’s rubbed on to me as well......well then.....the opening lines of “Satya” say.........."Mumbai.....ek aisa shehar jise neend nahi aati.....jo jaagte hue bhi sapne dekhta hai”
I guess this line sums it up and makes me get back to it again and again and again.
9th February 1:00 A.M IIT Powai
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