Ramblings

Why does some pictures, words, music affect us so much and some don't?
Similar with people:
Some people whom we can never leave even when they are not with us and some who are never really there even being near?

The Rage of the Storm

Out of the blue, the day transformed its colour, literally. The yellow of the Sun gave way to the clouds which arrived from the Nowhere Land with all fury. The transition is witnessed through these pictures. So, within minutes we were facing the strong breezes creating a small twister in itself and the overcast sky was ready for the heavy rains.

More pictures:

Carousels and Lost Bubbles

Glimpses of Gandhi Mela

Carousel... do they make you dizzy??

The scariest ghost ever.. awe! :D

I go around the Merry-go round

"My Father, the Hero"

Uh..mmm.. Finger Licking Good!!!

Lost Bubbles

Multi-coloured Snacks

Those Glass delights

Cotton candies
The Man to whom it is Dedicated

P.S:

Watched "Nacho Libre" for a second time and like the first time, loved and enjoyed it. Jack Black is one irresistible funny man. Also watched Julie Taymor's "Across the Universe". Liked it in bits and pieces. Had the feeling that it had one song too many. But it was good to listen to some of the favourites from The Beatles after a long time.

BLABBERING

So, here I'm, once again with the snippets, paragraphs torn from my book of everyday life, the last post was in a hurry. My fingers were working on their own accord. Had been away from home last weekend. I went to the eco forest once again during that break (huh! Can't seem to get enough of it). The tranquility is just overwhelming, particularly when you once are so accustomed with the deafening noises all around you. the trip into the woods have only being a week that almost seems along ago, the freshness that these two days had brought along with it has already vanished.

This week we had our shoot, that too of the promotional video. Our choosen institution was a medical hospital. The walking that all seven of us had to do was an epic task in itself, I wonder how far we would have reached had we calculated the distance covered in meters , in the process witnessed the sunset after a long time.

It does not take too much time to be sad from being overtly ecstatic, I had learned it long way back but once again, I just had to re-realise it as I do every other moment.

A great weeekend to all.

"NOTHING IS LOST, EVERYTHING IS TRANSFORMED"

Just HAD to post this. I have been enamoured my this music and the song. Yes, the link I'll be providing is to the Uruguayan musician Jorge Drexler's "Todo se Transforma". This song has been stuck inside my head for the last few days. Simply love it. To give a peek into Drexler, he's the same guy who sang the very beautifully haunting "Al Otro la do del rio" from the film "The Motorcycle Diaries"( Another favorite).

Anyways, here's the link:

Jorge Drexler's "Todo se Transforma"

'Things happen that are like questions'

No matter how hard I try to get regular, I always fall short, I mean my regularity in posting.

Many drafts are still stagnant waiting to be edited and ultimately posted.

Had a good last weeek. Some glimpses:

Wednesday:

In the backyard of our university (another forgotten corner), lies the eco-forest. Today my friend, J and I set out to 'explore'. She'd been to this forest many a time before, for me though it was a first. Our classes ended, so for some lone-time what better way than to go butterfly chasing? The forest is a heaven for butterflies, name them and you get to find them fluttering here. As J let me know , one of the the largest butterflies in Asia, the Southern Bird Wing, can also be found here. Since the decision to go there was sudden , of course, I was not prepared. Had a tough time threading the woods with my leather shoes and jhola bag. We were unable to go too deep but even that view was magnificient, the cool and tranquil essence that haunts woods, the delight that speaks even in its creepy silence, the sky looks so grand if you look at it sleeping on the stone bed, the lush green.... I can go on.

So, it was good to have the sands in my shoes and the dry wild flowers stuck in my unruly hair. We're tired but felt terrific and of course all the hours of walking without shoes (Yes, I took them of once I found out that they were a hindrance) did help- Had a sound sleep :I

Thursday:

Today, I was accompanied by some unusual company:

8 goats, 5 men- all of us cramped inside the backseat of a TATA Sumo.It was neither easy nor uneasy. But the bleating following a harmonic rhythm did not sound easy on the ears, that too at such close counter. This is nothing new for regular passengers of these vehicles. Like every where else, we need to adjust.

I came out without a scratch (mind you, it was almost an hour long journey) but the goats did have a tough time.

Friday/Saturday:

Two films were screened in the department: Slumdog Millionnaire and Fernando Mareilles' "City of God". Sir wanted us to compare the similarities in the narrative techniques , use of shots etc.

I personally liked both of them but "City of God' may be a few notch more. Have to say, Resul Pukutty deserved every bit of the Academy( for Slumdog Millionnaire), what with his amazing sound mixing which simply made watching this movie so memorable.

This Week's Screening:

I'm a film fanatic, so when it comes to films I won't be able to make a fast exit. Love our paper 402 (Film Appreciation). We are currently studing the La Nouvelle Vague( French New Wave) and to give a feel of the wave our Sir is going to make us watch Jean Luc Godard's phenomenal "A bout de Souffle" (Breathless).

Hopefully will be writing an 'almost review' soon. Till then a colourful Holi to everyone.

Shot in an Idle day

These pictures have been taken from in and around my University campus. The department has shifted. No doubt we all simply love the new building with all the necessary add-ons but hate the distance we have to cover from the front gate to our new Dept. located in some far away forgotten corner. Anyways, it gave a chance for me and some of my friends to discover some unexplored quiet places.

awaiting dusk

The road to the library



Bougainvillaea Dreams

And then there are the Kashbons...