When I buy my house how is going to be...
A two floor small bungalow with open spaces in front of the house.
Ground floor: a kitchen, , drawing room, the extra room, a hall, store room and a closet room with shoes and winter clothes
1st floor: entertainment centre, guest room, master bedroom (all rooms have attached bathrooms)
Favorite room in the house: entertainment centre: no furniture in it, no fans in the room (only AC) and on the roof music notes is stuck. All walls colored a different color and white floor (not pure white). One wall: a huge shelf where all my music CD’s, movie DVD’s and sitcom DVD’s are kept, with few books. There are bean bags and a mattress with a lot of cushions (bright colored). The room has dim and bright lights. On the wall in front of the seating a huge LCD screen TV is present. There is a side table very close to the ground where a laptop (with headphones and charger) is kept, right next to the mattress. The table has an extra shelf where magazines (MAD and some comics from the shelf) are kept. On the third wall on the right there is an acoustic guitar on the wall.
Master bedroom: A big bed with mattresses that soak you in when you fall on them (read extremely fluffy and soft), bright sheets and matching pillow cases (never had that) and two big pillows and two small cushions. Side table with a reading lamp and lots of drawers. One single color of the room that is one of the colors of the entertainment centre (a light mellow color like lime yellow). On the left a long sofa with cushions and on the right a dressing table with a full length mirror. Right next to the mirror a huge closet with clothes and multiple shelves. Bathroom of the master bedroom will be big and have a bath tub. The balcony of the master bedroom will have a single seating swing and few plants.
Drawing room: black wood furniture with square table in the middle. The room will bear a sophisticated look with nice vases and curtains. It will primarily be black and white in color.
Kitchen: obviously ventilated and should have air cupboards and shelves for the gas cylinder and the dustbin. Nothing is kept outside. Labeled containers with the contents specified. Color of the kitchen could be brown (again one of the colors of the entertainment center wall) the rest of the plan in process
This is going to be my house. I see I haven’t planned the other rooms but that will come to mind soon. I need two refrigerators on each floor and the one in the first floor would be stocked with beer . I hope I make enough money to live here. For now I am living it in my head
Monday, September 29, 2008
Reality Bites....
“The sweet taste of the apple of the Eden,
Oh the vision of the eternal bliss broken
Should I have tasted the fruit that ended the ignorance?
For reality is in stark contrast to the garden where I was born”
Escapism is a critical subject that invites mockery and insult. “You are an escapist” is not really a compliment or a no meaning laden sentence like “You are wearing red today”. We invite the momentary escape, into the world of music, movies, drugs and booze but if it is incessant and a way of life you are in for some serious damnation.
These days it’s just become far easier to seek comfort in the arms of the technologically engineered Garden of Eden. You put on a TV and vent your frustration watching other person’s misery on a reality show, you switch on the computer and chat and mail random people and imagine a perfect Hindi cinema story, you have an iPod, FM, an mp3 etc and you imagine the clouds, the color ringlets, the stars, the all. You got DVD’s, CD’s and movie theaters are now mostly a place to make out or be among the crass crowd and cross out “5 eccentric things I did” from your “things I will do” list. We are so wired in, that the infinitesimally small bytes of reality…ummm well bites!
There are a significant number of people who don’t like the standard things they are given, the one thing that tops the list is a job. Most of us know what we don’t want to do. To the people who tell me that it’s a great feat knowing what you don’t want to do because it is half the battle won, well I call this half the Eden and the other half reality. They don’t balance each other at all. I call this state the Eden because it takes me an ample amount of effort to act, after knowing what I don’t want and I am content with hey I am half way there. Leaving the one thing that I don’t want and pursuing what I want takes a lot of effort. The logics call it weighing the things, the extremist call it cowardice, and I call it being the pendulum.
When you hit a certain age where it is expected out of you to grow out of the fairy tale of a knight in shining armor or the stud in the Porsche 911, reality dawns on you, the reality of being alone. Even God put Adam with Eve (yes the people who screwed it up for us mortals and resort to cheap thrills such as big boss and Monika Bedi’s unfortunate life) because he knew that no matter how much ignorance you are born with, or the indifference that you can beautifully execute, this probably will be something that you wont get over with. The feeling of wanting to have sex…I am kidding…companionship. So you go through the matrimonial. Coms, the “wanted fair tall thin educated” sections of adverts, in the hope of finding the prince charming. Fair and lovely picks up sales this time because they are your key to the dream.
Freezing certain moments in the camera, write what you feel, preserving the birthday cards, the video recordings of moments that felt great etc is something you go back to when you feel like. The time when you took a break from reality for a moment or for a while, and cribbed when it was time to go back. I like Karan Johars idea to make us feel better…kabhi khushi kabhi gum. Makes you appreciate the “Gum” because you believe that it makes you appreciate the “Khushi” more, escapism, illusion...call it all you want.
Holding on to the things that make you happy becomes a desperate attempt to stay wired in. As one grows older this feeling dawns on you even more strongly. You wish that Adam and Eve wouldn’t have screwed it up for you by eating that forbidden fruit (why the hell was it there anyway?) and you type in the words hoping that this idea will turn out to be a brilliant write. Life is structured this way; you have to live your own. Where does the question of escapism arise anyway then? You are after all living…you are just doing it your way.
Oh the vision of the eternal bliss broken
Should I have tasted the fruit that ended the ignorance?
For reality is in stark contrast to the garden where I was born”
Escapism is a critical subject that invites mockery and insult. “You are an escapist” is not really a compliment or a no meaning laden sentence like “You are wearing red today”. We invite the momentary escape, into the world of music, movies, drugs and booze but if it is incessant and a way of life you are in for some serious damnation.
These days it’s just become far easier to seek comfort in the arms of the technologically engineered Garden of Eden. You put on a TV and vent your frustration watching other person’s misery on a reality show, you switch on the computer and chat and mail random people and imagine a perfect Hindi cinema story, you have an iPod, FM, an mp3 etc and you imagine the clouds, the color ringlets, the stars, the all. You got DVD’s, CD’s and movie theaters are now mostly a place to make out or be among the crass crowd and cross out “5 eccentric things I did” from your “things I will do” list. We are so wired in, that the infinitesimally small bytes of reality…ummm well bites!
There are a significant number of people who don’t like the standard things they are given, the one thing that tops the list is a job. Most of us know what we don’t want to do. To the people who tell me that it’s a great feat knowing what you don’t want to do because it is half the battle won, well I call this half the Eden and the other half reality. They don’t balance each other at all. I call this state the Eden because it takes me an ample amount of effort to act, after knowing what I don’t want and I am content with hey I am half way there. Leaving the one thing that I don’t want and pursuing what I want takes a lot of effort. The logics call it weighing the things, the extremist call it cowardice, and I call it being the pendulum.
When you hit a certain age where it is expected out of you to grow out of the fairy tale of a knight in shining armor or the stud in the Porsche 911, reality dawns on you, the reality of being alone. Even God put Adam with Eve (yes the people who screwed it up for us mortals and resort to cheap thrills such as big boss and Monika Bedi’s unfortunate life) because he knew that no matter how much ignorance you are born with, or the indifference that you can beautifully execute, this probably will be something that you wont get over with. The feeling of wanting to have sex…I am kidding…companionship. So you go through the matrimonial. Coms, the “wanted fair tall thin educated” sections of adverts, in the hope of finding the prince charming. Fair and lovely picks up sales this time because they are your key to the dream.
Freezing certain moments in the camera, write what you feel, preserving the birthday cards, the video recordings of moments that felt great etc is something you go back to when you feel like. The time when you took a break from reality for a moment or for a while, and cribbed when it was time to go back. I like Karan Johars idea to make us feel better…kabhi khushi kabhi gum. Makes you appreciate the “Gum” because you believe that it makes you appreciate the “Khushi” more, escapism, illusion...call it all you want.
Holding on to the things that make you happy becomes a desperate attempt to stay wired in. As one grows older this feeling dawns on you even more strongly. You wish that Adam and Eve wouldn’t have screwed it up for you by eating that forbidden fruit (why the hell was it there anyway?) and you type in the words hoping that this idea will turn out to be a brilliant write. Life is structured this way; you have to live your own. Where does the question of escapism arise anyway then? You are after all living…you are just doing it your way.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The momentary lapse of the happily ever after….
Have you ever felt the need to meet someone you connect at all levels and leave the moment with the happy thought of its existence? No bickering, no awkward silences, no escalated expectations…just a smile on the face. Imagine the first time you held hands, or the time when you coyishly put your hand around the shoulders of the girl you liked. The clumsiness that you portrayed seemed cute to her. The first romantic dance, the ridiculously romantic moment of chasing each other and falling down laughing or perhaps the “being pansy” in the eyes of your friends and saying I love you innumerable times. Sometimes I wish relationships were finite with all such moments collated together.
I for one do not know what love is, I am sure a lot of you will be all ready to jump the gun on my very convenient idea of it, but isn’t it supposed to be this way…convenient? I have been on a movie watching spree this weekend with an overdose of romantic movies that are definitely not clichés. Take for instance, before sunrise…two people meet on a train, feel the obvious spark, roam around a town strange to them (it adds to the romance that the city is Vienna) and talk all night. The movie is primarily about their conversation (extremely interesting) and how they come in terms with the fact that this perhaps is the moment they should go back with and live to cherish, for the rest of their life. They meet 8 yrs after is a different story, but would it be too much of a gamble to let go of the one person you met by chance (or fate for the romantics), just so you can leave it with a smile on the face?
I understand the need to have a fair share of sad moments, more so you appreciate the happy ones. If you keep having the happy ones with someone, you might get bored of that. But I guess you have enough moments of frustration on your platter, to incorporate the same in your love life. It is like the drum roll before the first kiss, it always excites you till you have had it and after the kiss, you crave for more and the more just kills it.
Alright let’s get inspired from another movie, what if you had the power to wipe out the part of the memory with your lover, once it started to deteriorate and start all over with the same person. Keep having the moments without the knowledge of having them again and again. Kind of an escapist attitude isn’t it? But what the hell…the incredible invention of the freedom of thought saves the day for me.
For those who are appalled with every passing paragraph, a question. Would you cherish a moment more when you know it is forever or would you cherish it more if you know it is going to end…someday? Two years of college, a significant amount of school life, a couple of years in your first job or 10 days with the one you love. A happily ever after for me is more of a deterrent, than tears of happiness in my eyes.
So as long as I am not ready for the social (read acceptable) definition of love, the happily ever after, I long for the person who I connect with and who understands the same I do (who said I can’t be greedy) or a memory wipe out clinic and meeting him again with all the firsts….the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
I for one do not know what love is, I am sure a lot of you will be all ready to jump the gun on my very convenient idea of it, but isn’t it supposed to be this way…convenient? I have been on a movie watching spree this weekend with an overdose of romantic movies that are definitely not clichés. Take for instance, before sunrise…two people meet on a train, feel the obvious spark, roam around a town strange to them (it adds to the romance that the city is Vienna) and talk all night. The movie is primarily about their conversation (extremely interesting) and how they come in terms with the fact that this perhaps is the moment they should go back with and live to cherish, for the rest of their life. They meet 8 yrs after is a different story, but would it be too much of a gamble to let go of the one person you met by chance (or fate for the romantics), just so you can leave it with a smile on the face?
I understand the need to have a fair share of sad moments, more so you appreciate the happy ones. If you keep having the happy ones with someone, you might get bored of that. But I guess you have enough moments of frustration on your platter, to incorporate the same in your love life. It is like the drum roll before the first kiss, it always excites you till you have had it and after the kiss, you crave for more and the more just kills it.
Alright let’s get inspired from another movie, what if you had the power to wipe out the part of the memory with your lover, once it started to deteriorate and start all over with the same person. Keep having the moments without the knowledge of having them again and again. Kind of an escapist attitude isn’t it? But what the hell…the incredible invention of the freedom of thought saves the day for me.
For those who are appalled with every passing paragraph, a question. Would you cherish a moment more when you know it is forever or would you cherish it more if you know it is going to end…someday? Two years of college, a significant amount of school life, a couple of years in your first job or 10 days with the one you love. A happily ever after for me is more of a deterrent, than tears of happiness in my eyes.
So as long as I am not ready for the social (read acceptable) definition of love, the happily ever after, I long for the person who I connect with and who understands the same I do (who said I can’t be greedy) or a memory wipe out clinic and meeting him again with all the firsts….the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
Friday, September 5, 2008
The Little Black book
The mind held a million and the pen strived to word
When the lips sealed to speak and the voice wasn’t heard
In a pocket the words fit, in a pocket they were read
For in the same pocket, the little black book was kept
Every realm of the mind, of the world, his world
The pages turned to unveil, all that was unheard
It looked the size of insignificance but not in real
For all thoughts were in it, all that one would feel
It wasn’t fancy, the book, nor was the writing in it
The grammar and the sentences inside, did not fit
It was too personal a statement, personal a story
Beautiful in many facets and in parts gory
He wouldn’t visit the black book, for it wasn’t to see
It was a vent out of the moments that used to be
In secrecy was it pledged, an unsaid hiding place
His mind was the locker and the key was lost in space
When the lips sealed to speak and the voice wasn’t heard
In a pocket the words fit, in a pocket they were read
For in the same pocket, the little black book was kept
Every realm of the mind, of the world, his world
The pages turned to unveil, all that was unheard
It looked the size of insignificance but not in real
For all thoughts were in it, all that one would feel
It wasn’t fancy, the book, nor was the writing in it
The grammar and the sentences inside, did not fit
It was too personal a statement, personal a story
Beautiful in many facets and in parts gory
He wouldn’t visit the black book, for it wasn’t to see
It was a vent out of the moments that used to be
In secrecy was it pledged, an unsaid hiding place
His mind was the locker and the key was lost in space
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