Just generally. Nothing specific.
Am I the only one who tears up during the last scene of the LOTR : Return of The King? I think it’s because of all the goodbyes which have to be said.
I didn’t cry much during the last scene of HP 7 : Part 2 though. I was more preoccupied in getting revolted by the weird ways in which Harry and Ron had supposedly aged. But LOTR last movie, last scene…a lot of bittersweet tears. But, as Gandalf says; “I will not say ‘do not weep’. For not all tears are an evil”.
I think if my kids don’t love fantasy stories as much as me, I’ll just have to disinherit them.
Month: January 2012
Evolution
With the coming of a very new world, even some viruses and bacteria have started evolving and walking past genial, well-meaning antibiotics or other medicines who are as old as grandpas (at least from the point of view of since how long they’ve been launched) and wrecking havoc on our bodies with the least bit of respect for their veteran enemies. These no-good bugs have evolved according to many doctors and all. Hence they are no longer affected by the medicines that earlier produced more-than-satisfactory results within no time. Goodbye dear old-timers. You need to retire and make way for a new army which is better equipped to fight these germs.
So, we can basically put it as this – staying around something long enough, makes you get used to it and then it doesn’t affect you as much. This may be for good or for bad. In the case of disease causing microorganisms, it is not good. At all.
Why am I bumbling away about germs? Well, putting aside the fact that I have a slight cold again (with my nose getting blocked and unblocked according to its own whims and fancies, but mostly making me roam around the house wheezing like a whatsit), what got me thinking of evolution was when I was in the train on my way to Madhya Pradesh for our recent holiday. Our train departed from the station at an inhuman timing which was sometime at the crack of dawn (we literally saw the ‘crack of dawn’. It really cracks in a manner of speaking. Suddenly, the sunlight’s creeping in. Good phrase. I approve). Anyway, the timing doesn’t really matter. That was just me whining. So anyway, when we were passing the beautiful green (or yellow, in case of mustard plants) fields, I saw innumerable scarecrows stationed at (supposedly) strategic points in the fields. And there were actually no birds on the plants.
Why?
You would think that having lived with these straw-headed, stick-sized things ever since their great-great-great-…..-great grandparents came into existence, this form of life would have gotten it into their heads that these straw thingies are not real. You meant to say that ever since scarecrows were envisioned and then created, birds have as of yet not realized that it’s not an actual person? What the hell happened to evolution here? I mean seriously!
Maybe they need Guidance Counsellors. Can’t you just imagine a person going and running amok in a field, encouraging his/her feathered friends to come…come and attack the bountiful produce of the earth? *sigh*
Maybe bird-sized brains actually aren’t a good thing to have.

Disclaimer : I love birds. I really do. But they need to move on
Philosophical Me
Someone who really loves you sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, how hard you are to handle, but still wants you in their life.
(via quotethat)
The Big Bad Future
First of all, I got through the first round of the TISS entrance. Yay! TISS was like this undoable, unattainable (yes, I don’t trust myself too much) place. And now I have a chance to be there. It’s awesome. Basically, the next step entails having to go to Mumbai (where TISS is located) for the interview and all. My friends and I are actually more excited about having a fun holiday in Mumbai before and after the much-famed torturous interview.
Now, once again, I find myself faced with a question which has been an essential and nagging part of my life for quite a few years now. What exactly do I want to be doing for the rest of my life? Do I want to get into the corporate sector? Do I want to remain in academics and become a Professor (how cool does that sound?!)? Am I interested in going into Social Work (the course I got through at TISS)? What do I want to do? And more importantly, by doing what right now, will I be able to make a career which I will love for my coming life? It’s a tough choice.
And I just can’t seem to decide.
Robert Frost’s beautiful poem makes more and more sense with every passing day.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Candle Lighter Award
Oh my. Two awards in two days. After being given the 7X7 Link Award on 13th January (Friday the 13th is so not unlucky), I was given the Candle Lighter Award the next day. Woohoo!

A huge thank you to Steph from ‘Certainly not lost down under‘. A beautiful blog which explores some wonderful poems. She describes the Candle Lighter Award as “an award for a blog or post that is positive and brings light into the world.”. Do I really need to say how humbled I am that she thinks me worthy of this? I’ll say it all the same. Thank you Steph…this encourages me to continue being myself and hopefully making others chuckle with me.
The Rules are very simple. You can either accept or decline the award. If you accept, you can post the picture and then if you think there are some other blogs which bring brightness and light, pass on the award to them!
Now, the tough part. Blogs which light up my day…
She’s a Maineiac : Hilarious. Always
Mod Podge Rocks : Craft-lover’s heaven
The Bus Stop Sociologist : A lot of her posts strike a chord with me
And I’ll keep adding as I remember a few more :)
On Holiday in ‘The Heart of India’ (Part III in Khajuraho and Panna)
Khajuraho needs no introduction. By virtue of being a World Heritage site, it is quite well-known nationally and even internationally. The ideas propagated about it however, may not always be a cent percent true. And here I am to dispel some extremely wrong myths about this place.
Khajuraho gets it’s name from the ‘khajur’ (dates) trees growing here. The building of the world-famous temples here was started by the Chandelas, who were actually chieftains under the Pratihara rulers. They eventually of course, established their own kingdom, which started with Khajuraho.
The temples exist today in three groups – Eastern, Southern and Western. The eastern group of temples are all Jain temples today, though according to the guard roaming around there, two of the largest temples there were actually originally Shiva and Parvati temples. My tryst with Khajuraho started from this group of temples.
We next went on to the Chaturbhuj Temple, which is part of the Southern group of temples. The statue inside is kind of unique by virtue of having the head of Shiva, torso of Brahma and legs of Krishna.
The evening was devoted to watching the Son et Lumiere show at the main Western group of temples, while all the while shivering in the biting cold. But the show was worth freezing my toes off. Because the next day, when we actually visited the Western group of temples in broad daylight, we knew something and didn’t have to totally rely on the audio guide (which by the way has too much of music. Not something you can get over with quickly).
Need I say how fascinating the feeling was to be standing at a place you’ve heard of so much? A place which the whole world knows of and admires. And for good reason too!
The beautiful sculptures and carvings on the body of each temple, are breathtaking. I was constantly struck dumb by the sheer amount of work put into each temple and then the enormous thought put into each sculpture and carving. The temples feel alive, a feeling no amount of noise and distraction around you can take away.
Alright now, Khajuraho 101 : The erotica (which is supposedly what everyone comes to observe) makes up only 10% of the whole range of sculptures here. And the reasons for having these erotic pieces of art actually exist. they’re not there only for some perverted pleasure. There are three reasons which can explain their presence on temples. Firstly, without the presence of female beauty, a temple is incomplete, just as a house is incomplete without the presence of a woman. Secondly, when you follow the Hindu ritual of circumambulating the temple, these images and other scenes from daily life are present alongside figures of gods and goddesses so that we can move past these wordly pleasures and move forward towards the divine. And thirdly, these sexual depictions are seen as protectors of the temple. Another reason may have been the Tantric influence. Tantricism as a practise believed sexual satisfaction to be the means to attain spiritual salvation.
Hence it can be easily seen that the ‘erotica’ here is present not only because in the past, India celebrated female beauty, but also because every sculpture has significance. They were not made for any physical experience. It transcended all that.
Therefore, as you can guess, this trip was quite a learning experience for me. And I have been telling everybody off whenever they are inclined to mention how uncomfortable it must have been for me to go with my parents. Grow up people. People thousands of years ago were more mature and saw the beauty of a woman rather than objectifying her. *goes into furious feminist tirade*
There is a lot to see in the Western group.
Very near to Khajuraho, is the Panna Tiger Reserve. Here too, I had a great time (I just love jungle safaris). The elusive tiger? Remained elusive. But can you believe our luck? There were three safari jeeps roaming aroound the reserve at the same time. We even passed the other two groups. One of them saw a tiger. CAN YOU BELIEVE OUR LUCK??!! They took a right from a forked road where we took a left, “And that has made all the difference”. Robert Frost was so right. I was trying not to show how depressed I was that Lady Luck had tricked us into such a situation though I felt like weeping copious amounts of tears.
Moving on. Here are some of the beautiful specimens of nature we did see

Scaly, lazy Croc sunning on a tiny island in the middle of the Karnavati river, inside Panna Reserve
We also saw a wild cat, many Nilgai, Sambhar, a couple of jackals, and a family of Wild boar (which refused to stand still for a picture). Our guide was pretty good. I started off very skeptically, listening to him say things like “Sshh…there’s definitely a Cheetah in there somewhere.” with a suppressed sigh and roll of my eyes. But the place where he said there was a Tiger around, actually was the place where that other lucky group saw Mr. Elusive. So I had new-found respect for our guide then. Which means we were definitely very close to seeing a tiger ad a cheetah too that day. Oh well. Gives me an excuse to go back for a safari again. Hee.
This was sort of the end of my vacation. We were off the next day to catch our train from Jhansi. The train was 3 hours late because of the oh-so-awesome Delhi fog. And then we reached Delhi at around 1:30 am and then came back home at around 2:15 am.
Home Sweet Home :)
7 X 7 Link Award!
Oh my gawd!! I got an award!

This being my first blog award ever, I cannot express how happy I am! Thank you Ayesha from Aliza’s Window for giving me my very first blogging award! Ayesha’s blog is a wonderful read and her poetry is very intriguing. I’m so glad she thinks my writings are worth an award!
Okay now. It seems that the rules for this award are different on different blogs. so I’ve picked up the rules which I found most interesting. As I’m so very excited right now, I’m going to follow a slightly lengthy rule list. Hee.
The rules are the following :-
- Share 7 unusual things about yourself
- Nominate up to 7 posts of your’s which you feel are worthy (Most Beautiful, Most Helpful, Most Popular, Most Controversial, Most Surprisingly Successful, Most Underrated, Most Prideworthy)
- Nominate 7 bloggers for this award and inform them
Alright then. Seven unusual things about me. Tough. But here goes:-
- I like eating biscuits which have gone soft and crumbly
- I don’t like bursting balloons or even having someone burst balloons in front of me. Yes. I’m very very weird.
- I love making codes. Which I then, inevitably, forget.
- I have a habit of reading the same book multiple times if I’ve loved reading it once.
- Have a fetish for earrings, shoes and bracelets (in that order), much to the chagrin of my dad.
- If given a chance, I’d most probably be able to gather the courage to go paragliding or bungee-jumping.
- I am fascinated by twins, triplets, quadruplets etc. I love the fact that you can have another person who is so very similar to you biologically, if not psychologically.
Now I need to choose from my (self proclaimed) brilliant set of posts, 7 posts worthy of being mentioned. Alright then…
- Most Beautiful – ‘Memories‘. I’m very sad to say I’ve never really paid much attention to making my posts beautiful. But I guess the slideshow on this post has such beautiful pictures, it, for me, qualifies as the most beautiful post I’ve blogged.
- Most Helpful – ‘The Adventurous Life I Lead‘. This post qualifies as helpful because it tells you exactly what to expect if you ever try having fish. And that missing items do not always mean you have a multiple personality disorder.
- Most Popular – ‘Can You Ever Actually Move On?‘. I guess it struck a chord with many people.
- Most Controversial – ‘You Just Can’t Hate ‘Em‘. The controversial nature of this post lies in the fact that if and when my relatives ever read this, there will be some talk. For sure.
- Most Surprisingly Successful – ‘Can You Ever Actually Move On?‘. I didn’t know so many people would be able to empathize, let alone sympathize. The support I got from so many strangers reaffirmed my faith in humanity.
- Most Underrated – ‘Walking in The Rain‘. I think it’s one of the best poems I’ve ever written. Though it’s true I haven’t actually posted too many poems online.
- Most Prideworthy – ‘Where Are The Men?‘. My first post to be hosted on another site. And also, I feel like this post sounds a little more mature than I actually am, which I’m rather chuffed about.
And now, at last, my nominations! I love your blogs guys! And most probably I love you too!
- Alive and Clicking by Nidhi
- Nascent Emissions by Saumya
- Nourish-n-Cherish by Saumya. (This is a different Saumya. Just so you know)
- The Middlest Sister by Nicole
- Partial View by Priya
- Reflections by Kriti
- The Spinning Arrow by Sahil
Hallelujah. I’m done. Yay!
“You is kind, you is smart, you is important”
The Help (2011)
Everybody needs to watch this movie. Really. Sometimes, serious movies can be so heart-warming. This is one of those movies.
Aibileen Clark has realised that she has the power to make the white kids she looks after, believe that they are important. Her own son was killed even as she continued loving and caring for the children of white women who do not have the time to do so themselves.
I love a good cry once in a while. The sort of tears which come out because of that warm feeling in your heart. I think that’s quite therapeutic.
(I know I’m supposed to post the last part of the M.P. trip. But I just had to write about this first)
On Holiday in ‘The Heart of India’ (Part II in Orchha)
We reached the beautiful, tiny town of Orchha sometime in the afternoon. Our hotel was a little removed from the main hustle-bustle, and was instead nearer to the Betwa river, on the banks of which this settlement came up and hence nearer to the cenotaph complex made on the Betwa’s banks. Yes, there seem to be a lot of cenotaphs in M.P. Even Shivpuri had as it’s most important monuments…cenotaphs. But these structures are beautiful. Especially, everything, when bathed in the mellow rays of the rising or setting sun, always looks breathtaking, doesn’t it?
So in the evening, we were walking along the banks of the river and looking at some pretty old cenotaphs. Did I mention it was all empty? That added to the lost-in-time feel which I value so much. My dad and I also climbed up the steep stone stairs up to the upper levels of some of the cenotaphs, while my mom stood below and kept warning us to not go too high up, stay away from the edges, for heaven’s sake not to roam around like that up there. You get the gist.
The next day, we went to visit the Ram Raja Temple first. The legend behind this temple was quite interesting. The story goes that the Queen of Orchha was a Ram devotee. However, her husband, the King, a Krishna devotee, ridiculed her faith. So she went to Ayodhya, to pray to her Lord Ram so that he would come back with her in some form. For this purpose, she told her servants in Orchha to start building a temple to keep him in. This temple is the Chaturbhuj Temple. In Ayodhya, the queen prayed and fasted for many days in front of a Ram temple. Hence, Lord Ram appeared in front of her. She pleaded with him to come with her to Orchha. The God agreed to go with her as a baby boy. On reaching Orchha, the queen, tired of journeying, decided to rest a little. But as she placed the baby Ram there, he became a statue and would not move. He was, after all, a Raja (King) and must stay in a palace. Hence the palace became the temple and is called Ram Raja temple.
I was hence, very excited about visiting this temple. I just couldn’t wait to see how the statue looked and how the palace-turned-temple looked.
I was disappointed.
The temple looks nothing like an old palace anymore (if even it ever did). It’s that white and yellow construction at the back. It’s extremely crowded, but that’s usual for any temple in India. But really…white and yellow paint? WHY?! *sigh*
After having been inside the temple (the statue indeed, is slightly different from other statues I’ve seen) we were supposed to go to the Chaturbhuj temple. But there was an army of monkeys and langurs roaming around it. This was when my parents decided it would be better to go on to Lakshminarayn temple. And so we did. Now this is a beautifully located temple. It’s on top of a small hillock, and you can see all the way around, miles of farmland and the main Orchha centre in the distance. Also, the temple itself? B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!
Inside this beautiful structure, are a lot of wall frescoes of varying scenes from Hindu mythology, war scenes and even a few Mughal paintings which were most probably made to welcome some Mughal emperor who came to visit Orchha

Fresco of Lord Vishnu lying down with Goddess Lakshmi near his feet. The word 'Lakshminarayan' can actually be broken into two words - Lakshmi (the Goddess of wealth and prosperity) and Narayan (another name for the God Vishnu)
There was also a very interesting person outside the temple
This is why I love travelling. Especially when I’m living in a country as diverse as India, there’s so much to see. Every place has something new to offer, every road leads somewhere new and beautiful.
Next, we came back to the centre of Orchha. We now had to go visit the Orchha palace(s). The main palace is the Raja Mahal (which I’m guessing the King of Orchha had to build once Ram Raja took over his original palace). It’s disappointingly ill-maintained, but there are a few frescoes in wonderful condition.
Right next to the Raja Mahal, is the Sheesh Mahal which has now been converted into a hotel by Madhya Pradesh Tourism. And right next to that (yes. There are three-four palaces right next to each other here), is the Jehangir Mahal. It was built when the Mughal emperor Jehangir was to visit Orchha. To welcome him, the Jehangir Mahal was made and hence the style of construction is different from all the other structures here in Orchha. This palace is made in the Islamic style, with jaali work (stone lattice windows), domes and some other characteristic features.
It’s got a huge courtyard with a shallow tank in the middle, surrounded by four other smaller pools. The jaali work is really spectacular and gives the structure an instant Mughal feel.
You can climb right up to the top too. I did. It’s a lot of stairs. Steep stairs. With no lighting. And no railings on the top floors. With monkeys roaming around. But it was bloody amazing!
This was sort of the end of our sight-seeing in Orchha. We went back and lounged around at the hotel (which had some absolutely smashing gardens). We watched the sun set next to the cenotaphs and it was truly an out-of-this-world experience. It also, in some way, signalled the end of our stay at Orchha. The next morning we were off to Khajuraho!
(To be contd.)
Childhood Memories

Having one of these was like the ultimate achievement at some point of time. And a beautiful point of time that was.
Childhood rocks


















