Saturday, June 30, 2012

"Asked the boss if she was pregnant.No.She was just fat" Moment

So today,It's just happened to be like hell of a day.(I was told that,it would be just sort of call.No meeting & No techies.)Well, to clear it up, I got a text message from my consultancy that these people are just in need of people who got good communication skill.Other than the fact that I have been changing my technology and piling up my resume,I still had no idea,why do I have to show off my communication skills.Do they sell anyway?So I have had a call set up and so far everything was going well until we got to this part of the conversation:
Boss: So, basically that's it. If we were to start training you, would you be available?
Me: Uhmmm... when would the training begin?
Boss: 2 months after.Would you be available to start then?
Me: Hmmm... Actually I still have to discuss this with my parents, because me and my mum are currently setting up this business so... *awkward smile* ... Is it possible for me to just go for the next training available?... *fiddling with fingers*...  I mean... I am really interested, but I also wanna think about it first, and if the training is 2 months after,that really doesn't give me much time to think about jumping out of my current stuff... 
[Don't know why I just did that.]
Boss: * disapproving voices with various ahems*

Thinking to myself that I CANNOT believe I just blurted that out loud (stuff like that should remain inside your head) I tried to save myself from that awkward situation... but to no avail.

Me: ... I mean... I don't mean to reject this job right away.I still am looking forward to.May be couple of months later.( Obviously too late for that... )

So after that,it seemed like she was concerned because it seems like there are a lot of issues with me, that might affect with the way I work for them in the future. In other words, you just fucked with your chances right there. 

Uuuugggh *facepalm* *headdesk*.So there you have it, If you want to ruin your chances of getting a bit more cash, these are the things you might want to say to your employer..

And oh, that's not the EXACT conversation we had, but it's the best interpretation that I could make out of that experience.



Did you remember the "what baby" scene ?

Happy Sunday Guys.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Bytheway By The Way

With expectations & inquisitive mind,I started my day.It was set to be Bon Iver day.And he was into 
"...and at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles"


I started pondering,at once he was not magnificent.And I again thought,When was the last time at least I was considered to be magnificent?There I have had the very first thought of skimming the audio books.Because it sounded totally like me.Like "How to be totally Miserable".


Ha,I am sure this has already proved me a far-fetched-entity.Well go on then.I have been listening to this book all over by the way while going and coming back from office written by Bytheway.There how did I sound?! His Name is John Glenn Bytheway
This book is "reverse psychology" at its best.It's about how to be happy,not in that Shiv Khera way but in an entertaining way.I think sometimes it helps also recognise the things we do that take us in the opposite direction.You know what does the Oxymoron do?It actually shows us how two opposite thing together get along  & which one to focus on.Likewise,here by pointing out the things that will make us miserable, we might find ourselves going "oops,I guess I do that sometimes...".It can help sometimes to recognise our bad habits before we try to develop the good ones.


John Bytheway aims to be as entertaining as possible in writing this book,and it seems to be aimed mainly at teenagers.He uses word play and alliteration quite a lot.The book is broken up into short segments on each point of "advice".The headings of such segments include: 
Think about your problems
Relive bad memories
Hold onto grudges
Don't set goals
Be a breath of stale air
Believe that things will never change
Be easily offended
(the list goes on...)
In each segment he gives the advice on how to be miserable, but he also warns against and points out the opposite things, which will actually make us happy!So being well informed,we are able to make our choice:Do I want to be miserable, or happy?
Here's an example of the writing style:
To be miserable, don't set goals.  If you're trying to be miserable, it's important that you don't have any goals.  No school goals, personal goals, seminary goals, or family goals.  With nothing to shoot for, your life is shot.  Your only objective each day should be inhale and exhale for sixteen hours before you go to bed again.  Don't read anything informative, don't listen to anything useful, don't do anything productive.  If you start achieving goals, you might start to feel a sense of excitement, and then you might want to set another goal!  And then your miserable mornings are through.  To maintain your misery, the idea of crossing off your goals should never cross your mind.

In the audio book,his tone of jest clearly highlights the fact that he really means the opposite, and it is a light-hearted way of reminding ourselves that there are many  things we can do to choose to be happy.

PS: Now that I listened to Holocene & How to be totally Miserable both,I pretty much summed up my Miser-ability was sort of holocene.Yikes,I am surely So far-fetched.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Oh,to the Dementors & Zombies we go.

It was just one of those days.You know what I meant.They suck.Like so much you feel you're no more alive.I slept in the bus.Pretty lazy day.But that cold effect has started.All chilled around.And with chilled weather you know what comes? Depression. Yes.Like they kill each other in Minnesota.The Twin city,the chilled weather and the killers.So when I slept,it was drizzling.Like drizzling drizzling.Real world.And rain drops all over my glasses.And there I went to the zombies.To the Dementors & Zombies,we go.Then some chain of slaughters with T-virus.All are dead with dead drop silence.I knew it was going to be over,over around after 5 minutes.They will wake up to quench the hunger.And the bus door opened and I see....They are all around.With that zombie walk.And when I woke up,it was all settled.I asked myself why this has been happening to me?I have just been in a funk.Is it seasonal depression? Here's how I talked to her.
Me: There's something wrong with me.
Dipika: No,there's nothing wrong with you Jazz.
Me:No, but why did I dream that.
Dipika: Jazz,you're being dumb.You're in funk and you need to buck up & get over it.
Me: But ...there is something wrong with me.
Dipika: Pagal ho gayi ho tum !! *annoyance*


There,the voices coming out of headphones,
"Cold wind blows into the skin.
Can't believe the state you're in"


It was Jose Gonzalez.On normal days I prefer his songs.They are soothing & super-visionary.Today I found out his lyrics were scaring the guts out of me.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Twitterpated

You remember that scene from Bambi? The act of being "Twitterpated" ? Well,treat yourself.

Flower: [about two birds fluttering around] Well! What's the matter with them? 
Thumper: Why are they acting that way? 
Friend Owl: Why, don't you know? They're twitterpated. 
FlowerThumperBambi: Twitterpated? 
Friend Owl: Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head! 
Thumper: Gosh, that's awful. 
Flower: Gee whiz. 
Bambi: Terrible! 
Friend Owl: And that ain't all. It could happen to anyone, so you'd better be careful. 
[points at Bambi
Friend Owl: It could happen to you... 
[points at Thumper
Friend Owl: ...and you, and... 
[Flower looks at Owl shyly
Friend Owl: Yes, it could even happen to you! 
Thumper: Well, it's not gonna happen to me. 
Bambi: Me neither. 
Flower: Me neither. 

Me neither.This had been just one time.It just rained heartily while we returned from office.Dr. Seuss is in my mind all day.And so happiness.Life could not be much better.And I am all smiles.Happy-Soul.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Time Without Consequence

Did you ever read the book "Adventures of Huckleberry Finn"?The point of asking this is,if by any coincidence,You guys can catch what does it feel like when you live with a Huck Finn-Y feel.'Cause this is what the post is going to be or as in point blank,I AM BEING HUCK FINN-Y.That carefree life,freed from all schedules and jumping right ahead into an adventurous place,everything about non-ruled life.Now.How does that sound?Like real untethered.


I was swimming there and the water was that lucid that I almost could have counted how many number of bubbles are coming out after every breathing of mine.But I did not do.Inside water you tend to think a lot.Real lot.And then is when this latest read book thingy popped up in my mind.What if I leave my job and go for something adventurous things.Like I know these sort of thoughts hit me every now & then,but that does not mean,I am not adoring my current life.I totally do.This was as if just some Occasional-Houdini's-Escapisms-Sorta-Thoughts that attacks me.Great,let's truce out now.I,right at this moment discovered that I have Houdini's Syndrome.More or less,people of our age,all of them suffer with this.That feel of starting new & fresh,every second and dropping the current thing unfinished.Refer to my earlier post on Procrastination & you can say I am so full of this.The past couple of days have been so busy that I barely can do things I want to do.Well,I have been blogging everyday,then what more time I may need to do? The thing is,I wake up,make my lunch-dinner,go to office and then work and come back and sleep.This routine and all of the things defined in life makes it so mundane.I want it all sparkled and every moment should make me think of what is it at the next moment.That feel,when you do know life has this bunch of new candies and specially with different flavors,make it just enchanting.Anyway.These are just thoughts.Nothing is going to change in neither mine nor Alexi murdoch's life.For as long as he'd come up with Blue Mind song.
Time:12.52 PM.
Days Summary In Short:Woke up at 8 Am.Did some documentation.Made coffee and Dimer Devil(Bengali Dish).Decluttering as another week's ahead.Watched an episode of Satyamev Jayate.Cooked Lunch.Had lunch.Documentation till 5 PM.Talked to very old friend after dozens of days.Went for shopping Vegetables for the week.Back Up's done.Went for swimming.Some 20-ish laps at a go.I am yet to improve.Made it to friend's place and had group dinner.Came back at 11.30pm.Wonder how routine-d it's gonna be since tomorrow again.
 Alexi Murdoch's blue mind is in sync with mine.And we both sing,
"Got no time

Got no mind
For the line
In my life
No time to think
Time for sleep now
Time to sink way into the blue, dear"
Alexi Murdoch is both Nick Drake-y & Jack Johnson-y.His lyrical work is simple,yet always feels genuine.The album is a wonderful lazy summer album. The song-writing is superb and his voice envelops you in a way that diminishes your care in the things that are wrong.Orange Sky & All my days are the ones you can live/die listening to.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Was That Buddhism..!

 I have had strange-meaningless dreams.Not that school-going-aspiration kind of dreams, the zonked-out-in-my-bed-at-night-or-day kind of dreams (Duh, everyone does.) I won’t claim I’m unique in this, people.

But still this one was a big holler.I just don't know where on earth they appear out of.I have heard this theory. When you’re asleep, your brain is sorting out all your thoughts and experiences, and categorizing them. Based on this theory, I imagine my mind as ... a dresser. With drawers. Or maybe more like a circular room with ... circular drawers? And something ... my brain, I guess, is sorting through my brain drawers and being all  like “What is this thing doing in the sock drawer?” (Not that my thoughts are socks. Let’s clarify that. My thoughts are not socks).  

Sometimes I try not applying  theories (embellished by my imagination) to my strange dreams. It does not always work, but sometimes I can trace separate parts of my dream back to real events and thoughts that happened in the daytime. It’s sort of like interpreting dreams. Except this one. 
    
So what I dreamed that I am getting a Buddha Tattoo on my right arm.And machine keeps roaring & I am still asleep.I mean for what heavens in the world I would be getting another tattoo!And as the dream went on I found to my surprise,there was this festival going on near my home.That was why all the buzz.I mean wake up already,Stupid-head!No one cared if you get a tattoo for some divinity in your head.When back home Ma asked "why another tattoo?!".Seemed like I have already set this answer pre-defined.That the rule was "All that we are arises with our thoughts.With our thoughts we make the world."So when my thoughts lead to the Buddhism,to persist it I would have to get a Buddha tattoo.Pointless.I know,right.But who said dreams are always have to be meaningful.Did I before?Well,I was just being another of those schmuck-head.Hold on.That's not it.Second verse,We were all gathered singing buddham saranam gacchami With Papa's strict voice.He always make it all async with his grumpy voice in our prayers.

Ahem.Pardon me for layers & layers of hypocrisy in my dreams.
Just a passing by thought: Earlier in the morning while I was catching up You've got mail moments,I kinda found to my surprise my father's voice & a-synchronicity did match with Greg Kinnear.He did bungle the rhythm always.Quote,quote :
The horn, the horn,
The horn sounds so forlorn..


Happy Sunday People.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Presently...

Well, today is Wednesday (well, given that I'm writing technically after midnight I suppose it's really more like Thursday, but who gives a fonion) and I absolutely have to post about this song. If you've been a follower for a while you probably know that I am a huge fan of anything that Adam Young has created.Be it Owl City, Sky Sailing, Insect Airport, or Port Blue. It's all good.Anyways, this latest obsession lies within the track "Monorail" off of the Albatross EP by Port Blue. You should probably listen to this now.

So this is what the deal is.I'm going to try something new with you people,and hopefully the effort is well worth it.I'm going to write as the song is playing.All you have to do is click play and then read along at a reasonably regular pace as the song is playing.It's only 2 minutes,so it won't take long.Startle over.





The scene begins, and you're sitting, quietly on a bean bag, legs out on the edge of terrace, dangling.The wind is blowing and it's been drizzling the whole day,but softly.The time is one of perfection,and you can't begin to imagine how blessed you are to see this time.The ocean's waves crash softly on the beach.

As the cloud cover moves across the sky from afar,the clicks and clacks of the mid-train's wheels become a beat in your mind,growing ever stronger,but they are not in the forefront of your thoughts.The chilled-breeze is on your face.You smile at the thought of those sorts of things that amused you as a child.It seems so long ago,but at the same time feels like it was yesterday. So fresh in your mind.

The clouds part and open,and immediately the half part of the sky turn out to be red.Your eyes are frozen open,staring into this red dim light.The world has changed its color,and it is all so real and full of magic.Your eyes have been truly opened;your mind explodes with pensive thought and overflows with lush appreciation for all that you are,and all that you ever will be.You cannot believe it,but there it is right in front of you.It is now all so clear,so easy.

Suddenly,the other room door that was opened is abruptly closed.It fizzles away like the tail of a firework.It has become shrouded,like it was accidentally let loose in the first place.In this moment you realize you have seen the perfection in creation,the perfection in all that is around you,the perfection that is this earth.You breathe a sigh,and gaze out over the horizon,looking beyond to your future,but not forgetting that this time is a gift,for that is why it is called the present.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Bijli

I don't get it.2 hour Power-cut scheme was in work from 8th march,2012.Till when? Could somebody tell me?It has been continuing till now too!If not at all places then which are the victim affected places?In case I am loosing the track of time,Today is 16th June,2012.More than 3 months away from when It started and specifically monsoon has already come.Jeez.It happened to be,we are facing serious problems.Like real serious.Continuous Power-cut with dis-continuous time gap.No water.As if our eyes are transfixed at the taps to brawl at any time.Limited access to Internet & Kitchen.Forget how weekdays are going on here with other people.I rarely see any voices if it would be this worse.And weekend's here and to our surprise the saga is still up to time.And in an erratic way.Could there be somebody who is gonna take a petition seriously here!!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Not that a thrill-seeker.

I promise,I ain't gonna sound Cliched.But you know what Lucy Maud Montgomery said??


Pardon.Lucy,Who??
Okay let's get it straight.Whoever the guy is,he just said something quotable.
"There is much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it ourselves."
So I'm really liking this quote,kinda saying that the world can be your oyster if you just put out the nets to catch some. Forgive me on fishing metaphor, but I am certainly no pro catcher of seafood, and thus am not entirely positive on the actual processes of doing so... Regardless, the point is made, I think, that the world has a lot to offer, but we should be the ones to go out there and pursue what we want. And it's not always obvious,sometimes you gotta look for it a bit, and other times, maybe it was just somewhere you hadn't thought to look yet.


A little fetch and there I land.The sixth sense quotes..Ring a ding!Cole sear said.

Cole Sear: I see dead people. 
Malcolm Crowe: In your dreams? 
[Cole shakes his head no
Malcolm Crowe: While you're awake? 
[Cole nods
Malcolm Crowe: Dead people like, in graves? In coffins? 
Cole Sear: Walking around like regular people. They don't see each other. They only see what they want to see. They don't know they're dead. 
Malcolm Crowe: How often do you see them? 
Cole Sear: All the time. They're everywhere. 

Jazz1: I see people.
Jazz2: So do I....!!!
Jazz1: No I mean,I see people who really amaze me.Like by every act of theirs.Their act is beyond awesomeness.But they don't know they are special.
Jazz2: Gross.How Often do you feel this?
Jazz1: All the time.They're everywhere,Not only in my head.[In Cole's voice]

Been contemplating.How do they do all? Went out for swimming early morning with sleepy head.That girl,she does not stop.Unbeatable.That 75-ish bald uncle,the zeal-ed eyes of him with every words he spoke.That 3 year old kid,who'd been crying for 2 hours for what-I-don't-know.I just said it.Didn't I.!Well,this liveliness all around made me non-drowsy.It was like someone's been my head telling wake up & see it,adore it & do it.I am ON it.

Man Of the day: Felix Baumgartner
PS:Off to a good start.Mahalo.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Simply Procrastinat-ed

I will do.I just will do it.Thing is,If the thing to be done remains the same or not.Lately,this is all around me.Small changes in daily routine & small changes in people around,are what having that impact on me and my friends,that at this point all we can say is we're Unstable.Gregory Isakov's Stable song even ain't working here.So I thought it in this way.Everyday when you feel like doing something or the marked thing in your daily planner should be prioritized.Hell,No.That's not it.Things pop up.One starter and thousand children.Where do they come from? Why do in the end I have to end a day up with un-done stuffs.Procrastination.My favorite job these days.I have just become so good at it.It's my own fault.And so let me rant.I really need to get over with it.Today I feel like a looser.For 3 reasons.
1.'Cause Office swimming pool's closed for 2 months! Ha.What am I gonna do.Don't know the plan of private pool dips are going to work out or not.
2.Laser surgery.Peeling of the skin is no fun.Ouch.I am such a goner.God,Save me.
3.Bunked office almost the whole day.Surgery killed my time and then last day swimming.Whom am I proving!I did not show my laser-ed face even.Jeez.I am really a big-time goner.


I need to work on avoiding procrastination.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

'Cause everything is never as it seems.

I just reached now.Everywhere I go,I am evaluating the situation.How valid the situation is.Do I sound like Seventies lady?!Or would I sound so,If I am gonna rant about some chicky-famous beauty parlour here.Least I can wait for to write it out.So here is the disastrous story of Hakim Aalim Parlour in Hyd.It's gotten reputation above head here.Lots of people recommend it.And what happened!!After having had a haircut I felt like the biggest schmuck in the world who paid Rs.2000.00 for a so-called "Rugged" look.
Almost a year ago I went to get my hair cut. Now,the lady asks me what I wanted and I went into the place just thinking I would get a trim.But at the last minute I told her that I wanted like 4 inches cut off.I don't know why I did it.I just don't know.Anyway.Then I proceeded to tell her that I didn't want a lot of layers.I didn't want it choppy.I guess she thought I said "I WANT a lot of layers"...because then she said "so you want your hair to look rugged."Lets think about that.Oh ya.NO!!I don't want my hair 'rugged'.I said NO,and then she started to cut my hair. 


Well.The freakin' lady went out of control.She was cutting my hair so fast,and so 'rugged'.She was going so fast...I just couldn't stop her.I get finished and I look at my hair.I hate it.Its rugged. Didn't I tell her,I didn't want It rugged? Well.I'm already miffed and THEN.I get home.The dang hair lady cut a CHUNK of hair right out of my head. It was about 1 inch long,right at the end of my part.Of all the nerve!! She didn't even tell me.RUGGED.So, anyway I am telling you this because TODAY while I was doing my hair I realized its almost back to normal!!I don't look rugged anymore!I look normal. 
So, this is a shoutout that Hakim Aalim ain't the nicest-coolest place neither anytime before nor now.People,Choose wisely before you invest.Thank you for causing me this grief.


*plus. if you were wondering....
rug·ged  (rgd)
adj.
1. Having a rough irregular surface. See Synonyms at rough.
2. Having strong features marked with furrows or wrinkles: the rugged face of the old sailor.
3. Having a sturdy build or strong constitution: a rugged trapper who spent months in the wilderness.
4. Tempestuous; stormy: the rugged weather of the North Atlantic.
5. Demanding great effort, ability, or endurance: the rugged conditions of barracks life.
6. Lacking culture or polish; coarse and rude: rugged manners and ribald wit.


Old story came with old song.Owl city Fireflies wasn't wrong at all.The then one-tracker read,
'Cause everything is never as it seems.
PS: This piece of music & ELTP days :) Happy-Thank-You-More-Please.

Monday, June 11, 2012

The art of getting by

Since the dawn of recorded history, something like 110 billion human beings have been born into this world. And not a single one of them made it. There are 6.8 billion people on the planet. Roughly 60 million of them die every year. 60 million people. That comes out to about 160,000 per day. I read this quote once when I was a kid, “We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion. ” It used to keep me up at night. We all die alone. So, why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating, struggling?…For an illusion? Because no amount of friends, no assignments about conjugating the pluperfect or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.
Case of the Mondays are here.Listen to this.

Apart from the deep lyrics,did you notice the way he pronounces "Opportunity"?!
I am sure I can live my total life listening to people having accent.

PS: Why does Monday turn out to be George Zinavoy's day.Not a single Issue.Bored & Now confused,Do I need to donate blood tomorrow? Cause If I do,I will have to miss swimming.Whoops.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Totall-Y Rain-Y

Hi There.Let me tell you this story.No.Not that I am one of those raconteur.It's just cause my situation shoved off,in the way that made me realize there exist one such big taboo.

You know that story of the Russian cosmonaut? So, the cosmonaut. He’s the first man ever to go into space. Right? The Russians beat the Americans; so he goes up in this big spaceship, but the only habitable part of it is very small. So the cosmonaut’s in there, and he’s got this portal window, and he’s looking out of it, and he sees the curvature of the Earth for the first time. I mean, the first man to ever look at the planet he’s from. And he’s lost in that moment. And all of a sudden this strange ticking; tick, tick, tick, begins coming out of the dashboard. Rips out the control panel, right? Takes out his tools, trying to find the sound, trying to stop the sound. But he can’t find it. He can’t stop it. It keeps going. Few hours into this, begins to feel like torture. A few days go by with this sound, and he knows that this small sound will break him. He’ll lose his mind. What’s he going to do? He’s up in space, alone, in a space closet. He’s got 25 days left to go with this sound. So the cosmonaut decides the only way to save his sanity is to fall in love with the sound. So he closes his eyes, and he goes into his imagination, and then he opens them. He doesn’t hear ticking any more. He hears music. And he spends the remainder of his time sailing through space in total bliss and peace.

How does it relate here.Hay-wired?!
What's wrong with our weather.The weather is going hot[When I say Hot,did I mention Despicable Me Not Cool  gimmick.Well,I am doing now.] and I can barely find the raindrops.Its all burning pieces everywhere.So here's how I find the way out,as in the guy in space do.Go to the below link.


And Yes.This song.Now we're talking.
I am almost back to Soul Surfer for Fifty-ish time.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Green-Eyed Lady

I have had her picture pasted on my wall graffiti,months back.Never tried to find out who she is.My earlier version,was some cliched National geographic photo shots collector.And what did I do? I pasted em randomly on my wall.Her eyes speak of things,terrors,beauty,color et al.Today While reading umpteen articles,I found who is she. Naivete of mine.And now plagiarism.Oh,it's totally OK,as long as you adore the fundamentalism.Here she is:
" 'We've known her face, but we've not known her story, not even her name,' he said.

She was one of the world's most famous faces, yet no one knew who she was. Her image appeared on the front of magazines and books, posters, lapel pins, and even rugs, but she didn't know it. Now, after searching for 17 years, National Geographic has once again found the Afghan girl with the haunting green eyes.
In January 2002, a National Geographic team returned to the Nasir Bagh refugee camp in Pakistan, where Sharbat Gula was originally photographed, to search for her.

She was identified through a series of contacts that led to her brother and husband, who agreed to ask her if she was willing to be interviewed.
Sharbat was located nearly two decades after her picture appeared on the cover of National Geographic magazine in 1985. She had no idea her face had become an icon, said Steve McCurry, the photographer who made the famous portrait for National Geographic in 1984, and who tried to find her again during many subsequent trips he made to Pakistan and Afghanistan.
National Geographic set out to make one last concerted effort to find the "Afghan girl" before the refugee camp in Pakistan where she had last been seen was demolished.
From the camp, the trail wound through several villages and into at least one dead end, until someone recognized the girl on the cover of National Geographicand said he knew her brother. "The second I saw the color of her brother's eyes, I knew we had the right family," said Matson.

When they met again, McCurry told Sharbat her image had become famous as a symbol of the Afghan people. "I don't think she was particularly interested in her personal fame," McCurry said. "But she was pleased when we said she had come to be a symbol of the dignity and resilience of her people."
The award-winning photographer said his original image of Sharbat had seized the imagination of so many people around the world because her face, particularly her eyes, expressed pain and resilience as well as strength and beauty.
When Sharbat agreed to have her picture taken for the second time in her life, she came out from the secrecy of her veil to tell her story. She wanted the people around the world who knew her face to know that she survived the refugee camp in Pakistan.
According to Matson and McCurry, Sharbat Gula has returned to anonymity; the latest publicity about her name and face is unlikely to draw attention to her in Afghanistan. "She will not give another media interview and she wishes not to be contacted," Matson said. Her family has relocated to a different village in a remote part of Afghanistan, where she will continue to live her life in purdah, he added.

"Clearly she has become a symbol that National Geographic has used to illustrate the circumstances of refugees like her, and many people have inquired about her," he said. "She stood for an entire group of refugees, not just Afghan refugees. She has helped us with our mission of educating people about other cultures and regions—and she's helping us again by drawing attention to the lives of Afghan women and girls in general."

Weekends are part of knowing how people are doing and especially who are they? I'am sure,I kinda sound like going to and fro.She is one of those amazingly pretty women of the world.Just to let you know the before & after shots of her.Thanks for reading this.I have been thinking a lot,Like a lot about this,since morning.Peace out.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Monsoon Office

Hima: Truth or dare?
Hira: Truth
HimaHave you ever built a spear with actual metal?
Hira: No...truth or dare?
Hima: Truth
Hira: Have you ever held a bird?
Hima: No...truth or dare?
Hira: Truth
Hima: Have you ever touched a stingray on the stinger?
Hira: No...truth or dare?
Hima: Truth
Hira: Have you ever kissed a fake dog?
Hima: No...truth or dare?
Hira: Truth
Hima: Have you ever gotten your hands stuck on the tongue of a frog?
Hira: No...truth or dare?
Hima: Dare
Hira: I dare you to jump five times with this jump rope. One...oops start over...one...oops start over...(ten minutes later)...four...oops start over...(five minutes later) five!
Hima: Truth or dare?
Hira: Truth
Hima: Have you ever eaten a live lobster?

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My skating partner and her sister.Rock-paper-scissoring along the roadside this night while I was coming back.Kids are a way to giggle.And monsoon's almost here.Peacock's dancing today.And here you go.Satyam Training Center Beauty.

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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Aging

Ok, enough posts for a while about all the poopy droopy sad stuff of life.Let's talk about something we can all relate to: 


Aging.
I joke all the time about being old, what with my gray hair (I found one today.Ouch), and my crow's feet.  In all honesty, joking is what it's all about.I love self-deprecating humor, because life is no fun when you take yourself too seriously.So when I talk about studying further and being the old lady,it'd be really more about the relatively unseen differences between me and most other students.Their baggage reeks of parties and hangovers.My baggage reeks of responsibilities.Whoops.Anyhoo, there is a point in here somewhere.Birthdays come and go and I feel like it's just last couple of days before I wished Happy Birthday to couple of friends and now all of us,less or more,are going to hit 25.Excuse me.TWENTY-FIVE.Ahem.What did I do till now!!


OLD.
I don't know what it is about that number that causes so much confusion within me.Maybe it's because my parents seemed like ancient  forty-year-olds.They seemed so bogged down with being adults that they had no choice but to act like old forty-somethings.Of course,One need to act one's age specially when 2 kids are there,aging to get married.But still... I feel like I have a lot of growing up to do before I enter the sacred doors of the forties. If Spongebob comes onto the TV I will literally stop what I'm doing and watch,laughing my ass off at the absurdity of that damn cartoon. My sister once said I remind her of Spongebob, and I swear that's one of the best compliments I've ever had!If I had the money I'd buy the whole Lego set of Bikini Bottom,and if you don't know what Bikini Bottom is you better stop reading right this second and get your ass to Google.So really I'm still not afraid of turning forty in a few years - I'm just having a hard time making sense of what I grew up knowing what that age represented, and what it's representing in me now.In spite of the fear of turning old and changing feathers/names and what-not,I am still very much a little kid whose heart will never truly grow up.I like that about myself.I love  that about myself.It's just that the damn number isn't playing along and it's really starting to weird me out.


Talking of aging,it all came from thoughts.Talking of thoughts,Of Monsters & Men Comes to mind.And you know why is that?Did you hear their Dirty Paws?! 
Here's what they read,
"Jumping up and down the floor,
My head is an animal.
And once there was an animal,
It had a son that mowed the lawn.
Blah Blah Blah Blah"
Of Monsters And Men makes a great album but also holds their own live. They're from Iceland so their names look more like drawings than names. They are a very new band, with beginnings that barely make it back 2 years.Also check out the song "Little Talks", you may have heard it before. The best test of the band  is how they are live.That's why watch out the live video.
Does anyone else have odd issues about growing up?

Monday, June 4, 2012

Song of life

Re-incarnation.
Things about this song:
1.One-and-half-year old memories.
2.Past life Bus travelling.
3.This is the only song I don't want to know the lyrics,The theme music can make one cry and laugh at the same time.
4.I would never play it before sunset.
5.And it played again today.
Life is so great & I am so grateful,again.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Tomorrow is another day

Howdy!So,today was a pretty swell day!I am at a loss for words. i don't know what to write about. my life-o is borrring-o right now. really though.It's been one week I am pretty much into nothing.What for I am waiting I have no idea.I have this big problem.I get HOOKED on one song.And I listen to that till I have one dream enough to wake me up soon and I realise it's the same song I have been listening to hours before.

Do you know what the song is:

To put our hopes together and wish for something better, is it wrong?