Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Landscape Photography




We've all had the experience: Driving through a beautiful landscape, you stop at every scenic overlook to make photographs sure to capture the grandeur of what you see. You get home, look at the pictures, and find them flat and boring. All the elements that enthralled you at the time are there, but not the feeling. Why? When we look at a landscape, our eyes travel over it and selectively focus on the elements that we find appealing. Our field of vision encompasses a great deal of the scene, but our eyes and brains have the ability to ignore all except the most alluring details. Lenses and sensors or film cannot do this by themselves. They need help.



Time is the most important investment you can make in getting good landscape pictures. When you arrive in a place you've never visited before, spend time scouting—driving or hiking to different locations, finding different vantage points. Carry a compass to figure out where the sun will rise and set, and imagine how the place would look in different kinds of light. This can take some practice because you also have to look at where the light will not be falling. Photographing a canyon, for example, you might see that the west wall will be beautifully lit in the early morning, if the canyon is deep, however, the east wall will be in such complete shadow that your camera will be capable of rendering it only as a great black blob. Unless this is the effect you want, you'll either have to modify your composition, shoot it later in the day, or plan to return on an overcast day when both sides will be photographable. Below are ideas about how different landscape subjects can be turned eternal in still pictures.







Flowing Water



If a river or stream flows through the landscape you are shooting, think about the character of it and how to convey that character in the image. A big, slow river looks and feels different from a fast-moving mountain stream. The water can be the center of interest in the image, or it can serve as an element in your composition—as a diagonal or other leading line, as a horizontal line, or as a shape that complements other elements in the frame.



Look carefully for reflections in the water. You can use some reflections to enhance the image—the colors of reflected autumn leaves, for instance—but others may just be distracting. You may have to move around a bit to include or eliminate them, or return when the sun is at a different angle. Use a polarizing filter to eliminate some of the reflection and increase contrast; rotate it until you have the effect you want.







Forests



Photographing forests presents a different set of challenges. First, think about the character of the forest you want to shoot and the feeling you want to convey in your image. Should it feel dark and brooding, or light and airy? Are there any special features that will help express how you feel about it?



As with any photograph, find a point of interest. It might be one slightly different tree trunk, a path winding through, or a splash of color on a flowering vine. Whatever it is, compose in such a way to lead the viewer to it. Look for shafts of light penetrating the canopy or one spot on the forest floor directly lit by the sun.



Whether you are shooting toward a forest or shooting from inside it, look for patterns, lines, and other compositional elements you can use. Try both wide and telephoto lenses. A wide lens looking up at the trees will make them soar; a telephoto will compress a row of trunks. Lie down and look straight up through the branches; climb a tree to look down the path.







Plains and Prairies



Wide-open spaces such as plains and prairies are among the hardest landscapes of all to photograph well because often they lack an obvious point of interest. In most cases, the huge scope of the scene is one of the things you're trying to communicate. Even so, remember that viewers need something on which to focus. Look for an element peculiar to that place and use it as a point of interest that says something about the scene and imparts a sense of scale. You don't want the viewer's eyes to wander aimlessly around the frame, so use whatever might be available to lead him into the image—a winding road, a stream, or a fence line, for example.



Like every forest, every plain has its own personality, so hunt around until you have found an angle and composition that reflect it. What is the most important feature of this particular place? Think about the sky. Do you want a lot or a little of it? A clear blue sky might best reflect the character of one plain, a brewing storm another. Remember the rule of thirds. If the sky is important, place the horizon along the bottom third division of the frame. If it is not, put it along the upper third.







Deserts



Look for ways to show the rugged nature and the beauty of deserts. In the middle of the day, find waves caused by the heat. Using a long lens to compress them, you'll get dramatic shots that really say "hot." Deserts are also great places for pictures of stars. There is no humidity, and usually no terrestrial lights to interfere, so stars seem more numerous and are unusually brilliant. Watch the way the color of the sand changes throughout the day with the angle of the sun. Think about ways to capture the characteristics of the desert. A wide shot might best portray one desert, while a close-up of one plant struggling to survive on the side of a dune might best represent another.



Think about including the sun in your photograph—it's one sure way to say hot and harsh. But shooting the sun is tricky. On a clear day, the sun is so bright that your camera's meter will tend to underexpose everything else in the frame. Shoot in manual mode, or take a reading without the sun in frame, depressing the shutter button halfway to hold the exposure, then reframe before you shoot. If you're shooting film, bracket a lot to make sure of getting the exposure you want. With a digital camera, check the images as you shoot. Wide-angle lenses tend to work best because the blown-out sun takes up less of the image, but they are susceptible to lens flare. The advantage of SLRs is that you can see the flare when you frame the image.



Seacoasts



Consider these different scenes: a tranquil tropic isle with turquoise water lapping at a white, sandy beach; storm waves pounding a rocky New England shore; a densely packed vacation beach. What kind of shore are you photographing, and how can you best convey it? What time of day, what kind of weather, and what season is most appropriate for showing its character? These are the kinds of questions to ask yourself while scouting for the right vantage point and composition before shooting. Every shoreline is different in some way. Show the difference in your images.



Once you have thought about the character of the shore, look for elements you can use to reinforce the feeling you're after. Palm trees make a good frame for a tropical beach; a spray of water shooting over rocks adds drama to a rugged coastal scene. As in the desert, be careful about sand. If it's windy, be sure to protect your camera and lenses from blowing sand. Don't open the camera back unless you are in an area that is well sheltered.



Mountains



Are the mountains you're shooting rugged or worn, threatening or enchanting? What feeling do you get from them? Look for elements that will reinforce your feeling and convey it to the viewer. What composition, angle, light, and weather seem most appropriate? Look for the telling details that reflect the spirit of the mountains, too.







THIS ARTICLE IS FROM The Ultimate Field Guide to Landscape Photography (A must-have resource for stunning landscape photography).

Wednesday, 28 January 2009

Destination Nalagarh



I had heard my Dad talk oft about Nalagarh but this tiny but lovely town piqued my interest were a few pictures of the town that a friend recently shared with me. The locale is as mesmerizing as the heritage resort where they had put up. It brings visions of Rajahs holding court, his ministers seated in the plush and exquisitely crafted furniture. Visions of the splendour of India at the time of the British Raj. The many rifles adorning the walls of the palace floods my mind with imagesof the His Highness hunting in the surrounding thick evergreen forests. I'm so enchanted by the beauty of this place that I'm consideringpacking my bags and going back in time. Just the sort of place I was looking for to unwind over a weekend.
Here's something that I discovered while scouring the internet for facts to wise up to:
Nalagarh (also known as Hindur or Nawalgarh) is a city and a municipal committee in Solan district in the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh. It was the seat of the eponymous princely state during the British Raj, and known in medieval period as the state of Hindur. It was founded by the Chandela Rajputs in 1100AD. At present Nalagarh is an emerging town for industries as it hosts Production units for leather, steel, chemicals, thread mills and breweries, thus air pollution is quite a concern here. It is situated at 65 km distance from nearby major city Chandigarh Nalagarh is a gateway to Himachal Pradesh in North India, 300 km of north Delhi and 60 km from Chandigarh. The Fort which was built in 1421during the reign of Raja Bikram Chand is located on a hillock at the foothills of the mighty Himalayas affording a panoramic view of the Shivalik hills beyond River Sirsa. In the early twentieth century, Nawalgarh was one of the Simla hill states, under the government of the Punjab. The country was overrun by the Gurkhas for some years before1815, when they were driven out by the British, and the raja was confirmed in possession of the territory. Grain and opium have, in the past, been main agricultural products. Nalagarh was ruled by the Chandela Rajputs who originated from Chanderi in the Bundelkhand regions of central India. Fort Nalagarh surrounded by endless acres of greenery, with all modern amenities is an ideal retreat away from the madding crowd of metropolitan cities.

Tuesday, 27 January 2009

In search of happiness


We all seek happiness in our lives. Fortunately, it's not an onerous task. You don't need to go searching in far-off lands, or engage in expensive recreational activities to find happiness and peace. All we need to do is realize that everything we need to make us happy is inside us. Find joy in simple pleasures. Find your smile in delighting in the nature around you. Smile at the Sun, the Moon, and the trees. Find joy in the wind blowing though your hair, in running up a flight of stairs, in greeting the milkman, the driver and the security guard. Discover the beauty all around, not just in expensive objects in antique stores.

Thursday, 22 January 2009

A drop of pure honey


This morning, I’ve just put together a tiny verse in the rhyme scheme abab. It goes like this:

It's like honey when it washes over me
Because SugarFree was never ever so sweet
Now it's hard to wait till it's you I see
When at the arrival lounge, we will greet and meet

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Living together



Here's a brilliant song that I've come across today on Sky.fm. Fairly
well expressed. Rendered beautifully by Amy Dalley, an American country
music singer-songwriter, in a punchy country tune.

Pay the bills
Cut the grass
Someone forgot the trash
All the talks we've had about the toll the saved
A few anniversaries, fights and apologies
Sometimes what love needs is a good referee

I'm his best friend, I'm his room mate
I'm his partner, I'm his wife
He's standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married aint the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

Stack of plates
Whose turn is it anyway?
That frozen chicken aint gonna cook itself
How much did that cost?
Who forgot to walk the dog?
Ones about to freeze to death
Ones about to melt

I'm his best friend, I'm his room mate
I'm his partner, I'm his wife
He's standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married aint the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

It's beautiful it's ugly
It's passionate its don't touch me
Its being stubborn it's giving in
Waking up to do it all again

I'm his best friend, I'm his room mate
I'm his partner, I'm his wife
He's standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married aint the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

I'm his best friend, I'm his room mate
I'm his partner, I'm his wife
He's standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married aint the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

The hardest part is living together

Monday, 19 January 2009

She wouldn't be gone


A peppy country song by Blake Shelton. I enjoyed the music and the lyrics, kind of makes you feel sorry for the guy and yet you tell yourself, 'serves him right'! Here it is:


Red roadside wild flower,
if I'd only picked you,
took you home and set you on the counter,
oh at least a time or two,
maybe she'd have thought it through.
Yellow sunset dippin in the rearview,
oh how she loved to sit and watch you,
I could have done that a whole lot more.

[Bridge]
If I hadnt been so stubborn,
been so selfish,
thought about her more,
thought about me less.
Joked to make her happy,
held her when she cried,
a little more of that, maybe i..

[Chorus]
Wouldnt be drivin like hell,
flyin like crazy down the highway,
callin everyone we know,
stoppin any place she might be,
goin anywhere she might go.
Beatin on the dash,
screamin out her name at the windshield,
tears soakin up my face.
if I'd have loved her this much all along,
maybe, maybe, yeah maybe,
she wouldn't be gone.

She warned me it was comin,
said if I didn't change she'd be leavin.
I just didn't believe
she'd ever really walk out.
God I believe her now.
Called her momma,
cried like a baby to her best friend,
if they've seen her they ain't sayin,
they ain't sayin.
Now I'm cursin like a fool,
prayin it ain't too late,
all i wanna do is fix my mistakes.
Find her, beg her, for one more try,
untill then damnit I'll..

[Chrous]
Be drivin like hell,
flyin like crazy down the highway,
callin everyone we know,
stoppin any place she might be,
goin anywhere she might go.
Beatin on the dash,
screamin out her name at the windshield,
tears soakin up my face.
If I'd have loved her this much all along,
maybe, maybe, yeah maybe,
she wouldn't be gone.

I wouldnt be beatin on the dash,
screamin out her name at the windshield,
tears soakin up my face.
if I'd have loved her this much all along,
maybe, maybe, yeah maybe,
she wouldn't be gone.

Red roadside wild flower,
if I'd only picked you,
took you home and set you on the counter,
oh at least a time or two,
maybe she'd have thought it through.

Wednesday, 31 December 2008

For you ..



Here's my wish for you for the new year:

If thy deeds are good and thy heart is pure
From resoluteness thou are not demure
To thee, if it means that much too
Thy dream would most certainly come true.

Sunday, 14 December 2008

Where have I been? On a whale ship!

You haven’t read from me for many weeks now. Yes, your sources have conveyed the true picture; I have been working day and night. You see, I am trying to keep the world from sinking because I believe that in these hard times of recession, telecommunications (alone) can save the day. If you missed the link between the two, then you’re probably just a bored surfer who landed at my blog accidentally and didn’t get to know that I’m into the telecommunications industry and that I specialise in interstellar communicational devices that are powered by the thermal increases causes by microbial growth. Makes perfect (non) sense, n'est-ce pas?

Anyhow, this is probably one of my first weekends when I've not been saving the world from drowning into the depths of the recessional darkness. And decided that my blog-baby needed mumma's love and attention and so I'm sitting here cross-legged since the last 2 hours, trying to write about the things close to my heart, read social reform, but have been constantly pulled away from doing so by random friends who unreasonably fume. So, what if I haven't been in touch for months and have appeared to have vanished by being hit by some mysterious asteroid? I still remember them once every financial year! Oh ok, if you don't fall into the category mentioned above (bored surfer) and happen to be one of my close friends then you've probably going to want to punch me in the tummy! Alright alright, I accept I'm bad at keeping in touch. Hmmm, that’s me what else can I say.

Somebody stop me from digressing from the subject at hand. Sitting cross-legged for two hours isn’t exactly very comfortable to my seat. Coming back, I wanted to tell you that occasionally, while we travel to work and back, we talk about the happenings in the human infested world. And my knowledge about the world around me is probably a little more that what I know about ancient methods about surgery. They read the newspapers and watch the news before they start for the day and they have an opinion about everything that I don’t know about. And all I do is wish that I had vanished in a puff of smoke. Then there is Tonu. She makes me wonder if she is talking about the same world I live in. Its almost as if I live on an uninhabited island. Why? Oh, she talks about corporate social sciences and world financials and other subjects that I think sound good only in the creamish yellow-white documents that are called newspapers in the more populated parts of the world. So, enthusiastically I decided to keep myself up-to-date with the latest happenings on the globe and read the Times and watched some CNN IBN online. Wandering around browsing news site to news site, I felt disinterested. I love reading and I love learning about the world. But tales of political manipulation and financial jugglery absolutely leave me feeling depressed. Truly, that is not the sort of stuff I enjoy reading about.

And then I happened to start reading about the whaling ship Essex. I bet every packet of maggi in my house that you didn’t know that she sailed the South Pacific hunting sperm whales till one of those toothy giants decided to strike the 240 ton ship till it sank. Anyhow, I felt my brain craving to know more, I read all about it. About the whales, the ship and the sailors. A few of the crew escaped in life boats and landed on an island. Feeding on fish, birds and vegetation, they soon exhausted the islands natural resources. As the island could no longer sustain them, most of them decided to move to other islands. Excessive sodium and a deficiency of magnesium in the sailors diets resulted in blackouts and bizarre behaviour. With food supplies running short and sailors dying, those alive not only resorted to cannibalism, but also started to draw lots to determine who would be sacrificed for the survival of the crew. Only a few remained after all the desperate measures of survival. Meanwhile attempts were on to rescue the survivors at sea and the few that stayed back on the uninhabited island. A distressing story, perhaps an inspiration for a movie, that has left me wanting to miss dinner. So much for my yearning for current affairs. Well, I cant write anymore about this, guess, I’ll need to close this post here. When I wanted to write an unorthodox post, this wasn’t what I had in mind.

Thursday, 25 September 2008

A run away from the gym




In the last 10 days that I’ve been home, all I’ve been doing is eating and lazing around. And hogging and more hogging for fillers. In all probability, I’ve put on some 5-6 kgs already. And I am in desperate need of some toning down. But unlike most young people my age, who rush to the gym for solace, I run away from it. What I previously thought was a lack of initiation to gym has revealed itself differently. Over all these years of being in gym-crazy-company and the knowledge of having fully-equipped-high-tech gyms in our own apartment complex has not pushed me to do the grinds on the treadmill; rather I’ve become increasingly sure that I’m averse to concept of gymming. I’m no less of a fitness freak, but I just prefer to stay away from the gym. Why? The reasons are many:

1. The body benefits more from sports and activities that involve physical exertion than working on machines that serve to help only certain muscles. Swimming or running, badminton or baskie – count me in anytime.

2. An hour’s work out in the park also helps us stay closer to nature. Oh, the myriad colours that the trees were dressed in during the onset of autumn and the melodious tunes the birds sang love songs in in spring - they were such a treat to the senses. And perhaps an apt solution to William Henry Davies' long open question - What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare!

3. Physical activity helps in breathing and regulating blood circulation far more than does working on sophisticated equipment. Apparently, that’s because natural movements require more contribution from more muscles enabling better circulation and moderating breathing.

4. Burning out outdoors than doing the same within the enclosures of a gym has the added advantage of helping the body burn more – when we’re outdoors, the body has to burn more fuel to keep itself warm. I remember enjoying (which means my body felt healthier) running in Cassiobury Park more than I did burning out in the elite Centreway Gym.

5. I prefer working out with company than with a lonely iPod or a solitary television blaring out. Dancing with friends or wall climbing with buddies is so much more fun.

6. Lastly, but not least-ly, we can do our bit to conserve fossil fuels by not driving down to the gym and conserve electrical energy by not spending it on the gym equipment.

So, what say, gym-nahii-sium?

Wednesday, 24 September 2008

Irresponsible journalism



Was telling a friend earlier today that practically, every news channel worth its salt was covering the Delhi serial blasts in detail.

But I felt that the news channels were fairly irresponsible in their reporting. I noticed that they were unnecessarily sensationalising small things and showing the same things over and over again with special effects. It wasn't crisp journalism at all. I thought that they were blowing up smaller news pieces so that they could increase their viewership ratings. On one occasion, they interviewed a little boy who is believed to have witnessed 2 of the accused. They kept showing his video and kept repeating that he would be able to identify the terrorrists. I thought that by making his identity so public, the boy's life was greatly at risk. I think that as responsible news channels, they shouldn't have done that. Aargh. (Controversial comments here - but couldn't resist!)

Monday, 22 September 2008

Censor Scissors



Here's what I wrote about 'whether or not the govt needs to censor content on television and radio'. I think its not comprehensive, but this is what I could write in the time limit specified.



In my view, governments and regulatory bodies should be allowed to moderate the content on television and radio programs.

Television and radio content are a reflection of the society and vice versa. The programs are greatly inspired from real life in order to make them more relatable to a majority of the audience. Likewise, people try to imitate reel-life as it is often ‘glamorous’. Thus, any inappropriate content broadcasted over these media will be mirrored by society. For example, in the absence of regulation, a family soap may exemplify giving and taking dowry in Indian marriages, sending out the wrong message to the (usually less discerning) audience. This leads to the setting of wrong social conditioning and expectations; the consequences can be as grave as bride burning.

Television and radio also have a huge impact on children who are the future pillars of a nation. Newspapers are filled with pages of incidents where children use dangerous arms and weapons against their parents and teachers. In most cases, interrogation has confirmed that the inspiration in such crime was taken from (often uncensored) television and radio programs that glorify violence and vengeance.

Television and radio are media that reach the masses, both urban and rural. They have a wide audience that comes from a plethora of different backgrounds, unlike the Internet or Podcasting that requires technical knowledge and may be out-of-reach of most people in lesser developed countries. Hence, the content that is broadcasted on television and radio has a more far-reaching impact. This makes it crucial for governments to regulate the content that is broadcasted over the radio and television.

Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Kanda Poha


The taste of Maharashtra


Ingredients:

1 cup poha
1 kanda a.k.a onion, chopped
1 potato, chopped
1 tbsp urad daal
1 tbsp chanaa daal
1/2 tbsp mustard
1/2 tbsp red chilly flakes
1/2 tbsp kadipatta (curry leaves)
1/4 tbsp turmeric (halad)
salt to taste
oil for cooking
coriander for garnishing
lemon for garnishing

Method:
Wash and drain the poha
Let it stand for 5 mins
In the meanwhile, heat the oil in a pan.
Add the mustard, chanaa daal and urad daal.
When the urad daal turns to a hue of brown, add the onion. Fry.
Add the chilly flakes and the curry leaves.
When the kanda turns golden brown, add the potato pieces and fry.
Loosen the poha with a fork and add it.
Add the turmeric, salt and a little sugar. Mix well.
Garnish with finely chopped coriander, grated coconut and lemon juice.
Relish!

Monday, 1 September 2008

Pepped up at midnight





It is half past midnight and I am busy completing some work. To help me from struggling to keep awake, I listen to the music on my iPod. The songs play on and I continue to complete my work. A while later, I unintentionally turn oblivious to the music playing in my ears and my eyeslids become too heavy to be kept open. Soon, I turn unmindful towards the other things around me too. I tell myself that the most fitting plan of action would be to tuck myself in bed or else waking up fresh and early next morning would only be a sweet dream. Comme il faut, I yawn.

Almost as an innate reflex, my iPod plays a song that makes my senses spring back to life; I feel the blood flowing into every part of me. Not only is it a fabulous song (which in ma langue means that it has good chords on the guitar) but it is also one with which I have some amazing memories attached, which make the song even more special. Instantly my mind is flooded with vivid images of a very cold winter morning in North Wales. Of listening to this song on full volume in our car. Of us stopping the car on the sleet covered hard shoulder of the motorway just to dance on this number. Of 14 young people breaking free of all inhibitions and soaking in every drop of fun that there could have been. I still remember how hot my body had turned after the dance, despite the freezing temperatures. I can still hear each of our voices as we sang as if there was no soul in a 10 mile radius. This was the song, the very same song. That was the December of 2006.

Drowsiness is wiped off clean. I find myself increasing the volume and turning the equaliser on. I find myself getting off the chair. I find myself dancing. Spontaneously. I again feel my body temperatures rising. I start singing the song. Again oblivous to my surroundings. Oblivious to the Maritan time of the night. I feel turned on and I ask myself, is it just the song or am I in love? Kya mujhe pyaar hai? Kahisa humaar


The song is Kyun Aaj Kal Neend Kam Khwaab Jyaada Hai from the soundtrack of the movie Woh Lamhe.

kyun aaj kal, neend kam khwab jyada hai
lagta khuda ka koi nek irada hai
kal tha faqir aaj dil shehzada hai
lagta khuda ka koi nek irada hai

kya mujhe pyar hai
kaisa khumar hai
kya mujhe pyar hai
kaisa khumar hai

Oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh

paththar ke in raston pe
phoolon ki ek chaadar hai
jabse mile ho humko
badla har ek manzar hai

dekho jahan main nile nile aasmaan tale
rang naye naye hain jaise ghulte hue
soye se khaab mere, jaage tere waste
tere khayalon se hain, bheege mere raaste

kya mujhe pyar hai
kaisa khumar hai
kya mujhe pyar hai
kaisa khumar hai

Oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh

tum kyun chale aate ho
har roj in khwabon main
chupke se aa bhi jao main
ek din meri baahon main

tere hi sapne andheron main ujalo main
koi nasha hai, teri aankhon ke pyalon main
tu mere khwabon main jawaabon main saawalon main
har din chura tumhe main lata hoon khyalon main

Saturday, 30 August 2008

Parler français



I stumbled upon a site for French students while trying to get back in touch with a friend, Alex, a Parisienne who often visits London to meet our common friend Karen. Now, the challenge was that I needed to introduce myself in French! After years of being out of touch, I tried to build complete sentences and realised, how much I'd forgotten. I was struggling to join the words together and could only say those things about myself that I knew the words for! Literally, at a loss for words! Alors, Here's what I wrote about myself:


Bonjour tout le monde!
Je suis Indienne mais maintenent, j'habite à Londres. Je suis ingénieur des télécommunications. Je parle anglais, hindi (la langue nationale de l'Inde) et quelques autres langues régionales de l'Inde. J'aime apprendre de nouvelles langues et j'ai étudié un peu de français à l'école. Je voudrais parler bien français en bon accent.
Voila, à la prochaine!

Monday, 25 August 2008

Est-ce que tu pret pour Bournemouth?

Padma asked me if I was game for a day on the beach and I didnt sound convinced when I heard it was Bournemouth. Nevertheless, since it was my darling sweetie who was so looking forward to it, I yielded. "Good", she said, "be ready, we'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow morning".

I took note of the time and told myself not to delay the trip. Slept early that night so that I could be up and bright early. But was so exited that I could hardly sleep and my eyes opened at 6AM itself. Was unbelieveably ready by 6:30! Cant understand what happens to me on weekdays, hehe. So, while I waited for the clock to tick, I did some menial chores around my house.

7:00AM - no sign of her
7:30AM - no sign again. I get impatient and gave Padma a call. And what do I get to hear? Mademoiselle answered my phone with a yawn and asked me what time of the day it was! Can you believe it? I wondered if the trip was for this weekend or the next!



... to be continued

Saturday, 23 August 2008

Mania Olympia




Whoopee!

I'm so glad that India has won 3 medals this time at the XXIX Summer Olympics in Beijing. It’s 1 Gold and 2 Bronzes in our kitty already. This is also the highest number of medals we’ve ever bagged in any Olympics. I remember that it was just a solitary silver last time around in Greece (that too was in shooting) and none in the Winter Olympics in Italy. I hope we perform better in the the London Olympics in 2012! Fingers (and batons and javelins) crossed, hehe.

Mera Bharat Mahaan!

Friday, 22 August 2008

Lays of continuity



Its been a pretty dry week for my blog but not in my life; its been at its most happening best! Sunday was my birthday. Monday was a lot of work. Tuesday and Wednesday were a lot of fun with my friend who was visiting me in UK. Thursday was sleeping for 12 hours as I hadn’t slept the previous two nights. And I don’t know what Friday will be like. Hmm. I haven’t had time to talk to Mom and Dad. I haven’t been mailing my friends (in fact one of my friends thought that I was upset with him or something like that and called up from India to enquire, hehe). I haven’t been having dinner and breakfast regularly and havent cooked in the whole of last week! So, by those standards, I guess no blogs being churned out is quite permissible.

Based on the nature of the facts above, I hypothesize that there exists an inverse relationship between the occurrences of events and the blogs written during the sample time window. But I’m pretty sure this is true. And can prove it too. In the following way. When the number of events increase, the time spent on them increases. As the amount of time in any stable system is constant, consequently, the time available for blogging reduces. Since the amount of time available is a determining factor for the number of blogs churned out, subsequently the number of blogs decrease. Therefore, it can be inferred that more eventful the week, lesser the blogs written during that time. Mathematically stated, if E= number of events in a given time period and B=number of blogs written during that time, then EB=k (where k is a constant). This is a universal rule that holds true for all lethargic instances of class homoSapiens. I am contesting the next Nobel Prize.
Shoo, I sound like a geek*!

Voila, jusqu'à la prochaine!





Addendum:
· A geek is defined as ‘A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits but is felt to be socially inept’
· The title is adapted from the ‘Laws of continuity’ that my not-so-contemporary Bernoulli had once stated, that the discharge at each point in a pipe or channel is the same at every other point (assuming the there is no sink or source). Mathematically : Q1 = Q2 = A1 V1 = A2 V2.

Saturday, 16 August 2008

Meri Bindiya Re, Re Ay Hay



We had traditional attire day in the office today. I was quite at sea as I hadn’t packed anything ethnic in my suitcase when I flew from my des. Anyhow, I wore my creative hat and concocted an ensemble that would fit the occasion. It consisted of this lovely Kurti in citrus couleurs (courtesy Lifestyle, Pune) and a chudidaar. To complete the look, I decided to give myself a bindi (we call it Ticklee in Marathi at home; amusing name, naa?). Nothing elaborate and in fact, not even a Bindi, per se. On the contrary, quite elementary, it was a simple vertical line with my eye liner!
But it wasn’t easy to accomplish, mind you. It was only on the third try that I managed to get a straight line, equi-spaced from my brows and of uniform width! I guess the last time I had adorned my forehead this way was way back in 2006. That was for Lohari in Pune and again when I had draped a saree in Mysore. I still remember that I was never fond of Bindis when I was a little girl becase I thought that it was very rustic. To the contrast of today, when I consider it symbolic of my Indian-ness. Someone was recently talking about 'Coming of age'.
Jokes apart, here are some wisdom capsules. Found this on Wikipedia, ‘The Hindus believe that a red bindi should be worn by women who are married and a black bindi is worn by single girls. A black bindi is also believed to keep the evil spirits away’. Suits me perfecticklee!
Anyhow, here's a picture of what my Bindi looked like:










Wednesday, 13 August 2008

The importance of being Calpurnia



[11:41:31] Desai,K,Kaus: hello pavan
[11:41:39] Shinde,P,Pav: heylo
[11:41:47] Shinde,P,Pav: were you trying to call me yesterday ?
[11:42:16] Desai,K,Kaus: no
[11:42:23] Desai,K,Kaus: my phone did, though
[11:42:26] Shinde,P,Pav: ok
[11:42:47] Shinde,P,Pav: :)
[11:42:57] Desai,K,Kaus: just wanted to tell you
[11:43:00] Desai,K,Kaus: i got my money
[11:43:04] Desai,K,Kaus: persistence
[11:43:22] Shinde,P,Pav: Good !
[11:43:29] Shinde,P,Pav: (Y)
[11:43:42] Desai,K,Kaus: pig-headed persistence
[11:44:05] Shinde,P,Pav: :D
[11:44:32] Desai,K,Kaus: you need to appear to be stupider than the other guy
[11:44:51] Desai,K,Kaus: then take down their statements one-by-one
[11:45:07] Desai,K,Kaus: then let them think they're geniuses
[11:45:29] Desai,K,Kaus: that feeling however, lasts only until you tell them "see?"
[11:47:45] Shinde,P,Pav: :)
[11:50:54] Desai,K,Kaus: that is what i call the 'albert einstein' moment
[11:51:12] Desai,K,Kaus: There comes a time when the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge but can never prove how it got there.
[11:51:20] Desai,K,Kaus: to quote the man himself
[11:52:07] Shinde,P,Pav: hmm
[11:52:59] Desai,K,Kaus: or Julius Caesar, Act IV, Scene III
[11:53:48] Desai,K,Kaus: if you've followed shakespeare
[11:53:57] Shinde,P,Pav: I dont thnk this was there in julius ceas
[11:54:05] Shinde,P,Pav: caesar*
[11:54:15] Desai,K,Kaus: no no, the first quote was einstein
[11:54:40] Desai,K,Kaus: the julius caesar line is perhaps better known
[11:54:57] Desai,K,Kaus: Brutus: There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
[11:54:58] Shinde,P,Pav: nobleso fall
[11:55:02] Shinde,P,Pav: noblest of all
[11:55:37] Shinde,P,Pav: I dont remember these lines
[11:55:52] Shinde,P,Pav: I remember what the soothsayer says
[11:55:56] Desai,K,Kaus: no?
[11:56:04] Shinde,P,Pav: and i rememer his wife's deream
[11:56:17] Shinde,P,Pav: and i remember brutus being called the most noble
[11:56:21] Shinde,P,Pav: dats it
[11:56:41] Desai,K,Kaus: yeah, chlamydomona or something like it
[11:56:53] Desai,K,Kaus: cassiopaea perhaps
[11:57:07] Desai,K,Kaus: or cauliflowa?
[11:57:23] Shinde,P,Pav: I'll got with option 3
[13:22:39] Desai,K,Kaus: ah, no, i've got it
[13:22:45] Desai,K,Kaus: calpurnia!
[13:22:57] Desai,K,Kaus: i thought it was california or something
[13:23:14] Desai,K,Kaus: not the RHCP album
[13:27:57] Shinde,P,Pav: that is californication
[13:28:06] Desai,K,Kaus: yes, exactly
[13:28:08] Shinde,P,Pav: or were you thinking of eagles ?
[13:28:19] Shinde,P,Pav: you can chk out any tiem
[13:28:26] Shinde,P,Pav: but you can never leave ?
[13:28:39] Desai,K,Kaus: no no, i got confused about california and cauliflowa and californication
[13:28:53] Desai,K,Kaus: then i remembered
[13:29:48] Desai,K,Kaus: it seemed illogical why julius caesar would call his wife cauliflowa
[13:30:05] Shinde,P,Pav: I cant see why he cant
[13:30:17] Desai,K,Kaus: or california, because it hadn't been discovered then
[13:30:23] Shinde,P,Pav: I can clearly imagine him saying ..
[13:31:00] Shinde,P,Pav: "Oh beloved Cauliflowa, thy bushy hair resembleth the vege of the same name"
[13:31:17] Shinde,P,Pav: or just like augustus ceasar gave the month his name
[13:31:26] Shinde,P,Pav: and julius himself named another
[13:31:45] Shinde,P,Pav: .. he might have wanted to name a vege in memory of his wifey
[13:31:50] Desai,K,Kaus: :D no no, but then it would be more relevant if he called her californication :P
[13:32:00] Shinde,P,Pav: perhaps that's how the vege got its name!
[13:32:04] Desai,K,Kaus: maybe
[13:32:40] Desai,K,Kaus: and her full name was calpurnia pisonis
[13:33:11] Desai,K,Kaus: so it would be unfair to call her cauliflowa pisonis
[13:33:20] Desai,K,Kaus: or californication pisonis
[13:33:29] Desai,K,Kaus: so it had to be calpurnia

Friday, 8 August 2008

My Stupid Mouth








There is this amazing construction of chords on the acoustic guitar in this brilliant song by John Mayer with the same title as this post. I was listening to it last morning as I was walking to get my bus to work. The prelude has such a catchy rhythm that I found myself walking in step with it. And you know me, give me a song with heavenly chords on the acoustic guitar and I’m on board. This song has made it to my Top Charts on day one!


The lyrics are extremely relatable. At least for me! There are so many times when I’ve ruined my own chances, courtesy my stupid mouth. Not with any date, but with colleagues and associates. I can’t prevent myself from speaking my mind out and sometimes, people do get offended. Then, comes the awkward silence, in which I wear my fake smile and start looking around, 360 degrees, searching desperately for a subject change. Like Sangeetha Aunty once remarked that I speak first and then think. My stupid mouth.

There are also those occasions when I keep ranting away to glory. With no brakes and no lower gear. And it could be on absurd social issues to the latest development in Bollywood to the life and miseries of Mary, Queen of Scots. Which is perfectly fine with close pals (they dote on me, touchwood), but catastrophic for a new relationship. Particularly, if it’s with Indian men (about whom I will write in a separate post, aargh). Like Tanu puts it, ‘One will have to be a little more courageous to stand through all the juggernaut of talk Pavan may throw at first, so that it does not rip off one's memory of one's name’. My stupid mouth.

There are also those occasions when you’re trying to be part of an existing group who’ve already got some standard jokes they crack on the next readily available victim. And you try to be jovial and humorous, but they say something really minor and insignificant and the tables turn. And you tell yourself, ‘I tried to be funny, but looks like the joke's on me. Call me Captain Backfire!’. My stupid mouth.

Something else that I noticed about the song is that the line ‘I’m never speaking up again’ appears, albeit in a very subtle form, in his other creation, ‘Your Body is a Wonderland’. That’s another song that I love and it makes me want to be in love; however we will not discuss that in this post and which we will save for another post.

So, here’s to this awesome number (cheers!):
I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert(ing) me




The chords of the prelude progress in the following way :
D - D/C# - D/F# - G - Bm - D/F# - G
Source :
http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/j/john_mayer/my_stupid_mouth_crd.htm
You can listen to the song on youtube too :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Tg-0Yy0M94&feature=related