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
Hima: Have 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.


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?