The Canvas of Infinity

...of Dreams, Hope, Faith and such stuff...

Monday, June 25, 2012

Tantalizing at Thirty

So I turned thirty and I think I am the only happy-about-turning-thirty thirty year old. Thirty is just a number and nothing more. The rest is in the mind.
And in my mind it's all bright and colourful and sunshiny and pretty and fun!

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

People Skills... Bullshit!

Of late I have started questioning my people skills. Very frankly, I think I suck at it. Big time! I am no good with people. I completely miss all the hints, cues, whatever the fuck they keep dropping. People wear masks all the fuckin' time. I mean, what's with this obsession of not coming clean. How freakin' dark and twisted are you actually?

You are the classic example of a hypocrite, of a double standard babbling baboon who can't see beyond her own tail. You are unhappy and walk through life with this burden, this burden of having to wear and change masks and I feel so sorry for you. I really do.

Now go and hump a duck.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of Me

-Emily dickens


Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of Me

-Emily dickens


Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Chubby

So, i have a new friend. His name's Chubby. He is white and furry. He is also very soft. He has a snout. He wears a yellow bow tie. I like him and i am sure he loves me too.

Long time back, in school, we wrote essays like that. I think we were smarter then. Non-voluminous texts with ornamental words...all that pain to say some thing as simple as 'I love the rains/ my teddy bear/ I don't like this movie/......'
Phew! What has education done to us... tch tch tch.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Trickster

If i could map the way my brain makes choices (some of them) it would be one really zig zag looking, confusing, inconsistent map...but (and if i could take coloured print outs) a colourful one :D
My brain tricks me. Bloody trickster!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

dated: 30.03.2010

God! it's been a while. But now i have my own machine so i guess i'll be able to write more often and as and when i want to.
So i was in Delhi for a week. Catching up with some old friends and one in specific who had come back after a year of from Toronto. I was super kicked about this trip...till i finally reached Delhi. We shall abstain from elaborating any further.

Then i went to Hyd, had to get some certificates from the old university. And man! how those guys test your patienc! Freaking freaks!

Now i am back in Mumbai and have found my peace. Ooooooomm.

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

Memory Lane

Was in Calcutta some time back. I usually make it a point to stop in the city for a day or two before heading to Jamshedpur. Whether it's the smell of fresh fish in the Howrah station or the over crowded market places...every thing about Cal makes me very fondly nostalgic. It evokes this warm gooey feeling some where deep within. Oh! what wouldn't i give to live those days again, just one more time, just one bloody time.
Here's to the best days of my life...