house of commons

Lemon,chilli,Garlic,Salt and Water!

2006-04-11T03:09:00.000-07:00

Be it a hot, sweaty summer time or cold,lovely winter days..Whenever I sit on the dining table with my family...I can't help thanking mother for being a sambalpuri. Lovely food and lovely taste!. My mind sends a picture of the delicious food on my plate to my "centuries" hungry stomach to attack on the beautiful display of colour, taste and spice. And my stomach immediately does so. The hot milky white thin cooked rice with the leafy ,juicy green "saag" with chopped garlic, furiously delicious small white chana fried in various "royal" spices, the lovely delicate fish cooked till tender..With the taste of yogurt,chilli and fresh ground spices...Send violent signals to my stomach and my stomach goes topsy turvy. But I crave for the one thing that comes after all in order and before all in taste.

Its neither a recipe nor is it a delicacy ....its just a treat for all food lovers...Who love something extra...Or shall I say a twist in a tale. Its a lovely mixture of fresh lemon squeezed till the juice mixes with a bit of salt ..Freshly crushed garlic and green chilli(crushed by hand)....And then a bit of water and then ........!!!

Tasting the lovely little appetizer between every morsel I take of the food....Makes me crazy!! :D .The sour taste of fresh lemon, mixed with the hot and spicy taste of the chilli...The goodness of garlic tingles every bit of my taste buds in my tongue.

And then my mom's clever substitution of the lemon with lightly fried whole small tomato or sliced green mango...Improves the taste a hundred times. Thanks to the sambalpuri cuisine and My mom! :D

hey I should thank my stomach too! :P

Memories..

2006-03-09T06:47:00.000-08:00

I had never imagined that i would be writing something nice about my brother anyday :) but i am missing him so much nowadays that i couldn't stop writing it on my blog.:)

My brother,Gaurav Dev Dutt(Babi),is one of the naughtiest,stupidiest(does this word exist?),woderfullest,funniest,sweetest persons i have ever seen. I have lived my life with him..and he has never been away from me for a second...but right now when he is not with me i feel the worst i have ever felt in my life. I can't stop remembering the sweet 'n' sour memories of him.

He has always made me feel special...believed in me to the core,though before every exam instead of wishing me"best of luck" he used to wish me "fail hoe aashbi"(fail hoke aana) :x :x. He calls me "Betum". God knows what does that mean..but whenever he pulls my cheeks or maska-marofies me..he calls me by that name. According to him,it sounds cute. Waise it does :P . i remember when i was young..well about 10..and he about 13..whenever he used to pull my cheeks..he used to say a line in a very rythmic tone of a cricket commentator "and the ball goes right on the cheeks of 'gulguli' betum" ..well gulguli means having soft and 'big' cheeks. but he used pull my cheeks haaaaaardddd :x :x.

Ma tells a lot of stories of him and me ..when we were children. To me they are not just a series of hazy memories but a whole lifetime. i remember ...when i was around 4 years old..my hair was very short and used to curl up like small noodles..and whenever my family used to watch a late night movie in our then 30-yr old home..on the black and white T.V set..he used to cuddle up beside mom and me with my Baba.our bathroom was two rooms away from our T.V cum Bedroom and it used to have very little light.whenever he wanted to go to the bathroom..he used to ask Ma or Baba for company..because he was afraid of darkness. My ma send me instead...i used to hold his hand(a guy who is 3 yrs older and taller than me) and guide him to the bathroom door..: and we always fought on our way back..followed by his complaint that he will never in his life will take my help.:D He is still afraid of darkness...he sleeps with the light on in his room.i asked him one day..why does he do that..he answered that once he had seen a ghost outside his window...that's why he studies at night..so that he falls asleep while studying :D :D

He always made sure that in every game that my male-cousins play included me...but i always used to be a "doodh-bhaat"(a substitute) in Cricket and goal-keeper in football(soccer). :

Ma and Baba used to work ..because of our poor financial condition..my bro and me used to stay alone at home.we used throw eggs at the people outside our boundary wall,we used to pillow fight,climb trees ,play in the fields,...

Whenever Ma , Baba went out for work,Ma made my brother promise that he will not to hit me whenever we are alone,so my bro never used to hit me...but bore all my tantrums....for example scratches,kicks,punches.....but he scolded me a lot...and the moment my mom entered the house..my bro sings all his complaints away.He is a cutie pie.

As we grew up....i learnt to do things the way he did...whenever my ma and he fought..he used to come to my room and walk left to right then right to left....his eyes red with tears..i smile at him a lot of times when he does this. I never advice him anything ..he goes to ma himself and says sorry and sits beside her..until both of them smile.He still does that. :)

i still remember the time when i was one of the 20 toppers in my junior college for my 12th standard under state board. i was happy as i was the 12th topper...but my parents were very happy but a bit sad too...as i missed the tenth position by 4 marks. Seeing them i felt sad too,but my dada hugged me and said well done!..and called me a topper since that day...i felt proud of myself and it was just because of him...Now that he is in Mumbai..pursuing his career in TCS..he seems so far away. I can't even go to him at once if i need him...i miss him very much..I LOVE YOU DADU(i call him that)...MISS YA!

Netaji:mysterious disappearance....

2006-03-08T23:09:00.000-08:00

THis is something i found interesting on net...
http://www.missionnetaji.org/index_new.php

Netaji's disappearance has always been an interesting topic for me.
here are some excerpts from the site..
The coming months will see Subhas making a comeback of a sort. India's longest running political controversy is heading towards its grand finale. For five years the media and the lawmakers in India have adopted a touch and go sort of approach towards the inquiry of Justice MK Mukherjee into the "death" of Subhas Bose. Not any longer. The Commission, formed in 1999 following a Court order, is gearing up to present its report by November.

Let this impression be trashed at the outset that the Netaji mystery belongs to a different era. No doubt it started in 1945; but it has been simmering till date. The controversy is a bombshell and that's what the official records hint at. Netaji is supposed to have died at the end of Second World War, and yet the Indian Government continues to sit on files about him. And they are wary of approaching the British and Russian Governments to release the papers they are keeping to themselves.

according to the site ,When the government was asked to release the papers/documents relating to netaji to the mukherjee commission...they refused ....why? here goes:
"disclosure of the nature and contents of these documents would ... hurt the sentiments of the people at large and may evoke wide-spread reactions .... Diplomatic relations with friendly countries may also be adversely affected if the said documents are disclosed."

On August 25, 1945 the Indian newspapers broke the news that Netaji had died in a freak plane crash in Taipei (then Taihoku) on August 18th. He had been flying to Tokyo to work out the INA's surrender when this happened. The British would believe none of it. Viceroy Wavell noted in his diary on 23 August that "I wonder if the Japanese announcement of Subhas Chandra Bose's death in a air-crash is true. I suspect it very much, it is just what should be given out if he meant to go underground..." They dispatched their crack intelligence teams to South East Asia. The findings were bewildering. Netaji was not heading to Tokyo. Months before the world war staggered to a halt, he'd begun planning a new chapter of his war on colonialism. He saw the Cold War coming and reached out to the USSR. The British intelligence got clear information that Subhas was going to Russia at the time of his death. The Japanese had given out a false story about his destination. The survivors of the crash were rounded up and records were captured. The pictured that emerged was of deceit. Eyewitnesses were found to be lying and records appeared as if they had been planted.
Americans chipped in with help. In fact it were they who had the best knowledge. They reached Taiwan in September 1945 and guess what they found. " ... there is no direct evidence that Subhas Chandra Bose was killed in a airplane crash … despite the public statements of the Japanese to that effect."

i never knew the full story about netaji's disappearance..but now that i have known...i can't help myself thinking about it...

visit the site for more info :)

2006-03-02T02:13:00.000-08:00

please give this test for me! :D
http://myrtleberries.friendtest.com/

lovely! :)

2006-02-27T23:51:00.000-08:00

These are some potraits(art) made by Blackeri from Warsaw in the deviantart community..which i really really really liked :)link to the profile of blackeri

Seven Deadly Sins:Sloth

Absolute

Seven Deadly Sins :Avarice

Moon Goddess

Seven Deadly Sins:Lust

Kohtalo

Seven Deadly Sins:Vanity

Seven Deadly Sins:Envy

and it's originally made by blackeri! :O i wish i could make something like this!

MY PERSONAL DNA! :D

2006-02-27T09:51:00.000-08:00

Free-Wheeling Creator

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To Him from Me

2006-02-24T09:27:00.000-08:00

how deep is my love...I do not know. But each day passes through the gate of distance..To the land of remembrance. It seems I walk through nothingness...Without you. I look in the mirror to note my emotions...I find no intensity...But I can't smile..My heart aches.
some moments pour over my little self..In which I find myself wanting to break the chains of helplessness..And run away to you..To hide inside your arms. The feeling of warmth with the mixture of the soft beats..Of your lovely heart, covers me,and I feel blessed.
I can't describe you..As I have never seen anything or anyone like you. Today my words are also not enough..Look at them! So unwilling so reluctant to be expressed!! ....Maybe...They just feel safe inside my drunken heart...Drunk in your love. They feel satisfied to be felt..Maybe they feel precious and divine by the touch of your love...

"No one knows how much our souls are in love...No one...Except for You,Me and Silence"

Valentine's day fever part 1-"love in the sangam era"

2006-02-12T04:59:00.000-08:00

THESE ARE SOME POEMS SELECTED FROM THE ANCIENT TAMIL LITERATURE ..WHICH ARE DESCRIBED AS ONE OF THE MOST ROMANTIC, SENSUOUS, LYRICALLY DESCRIPTIVE POEMS OF ALL TIMES....

"Love in the Sangam Era"
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poem one
The heart, knowing
no fear,
has left me
to go and hold my love
but my arms,
left behind,
cannot take hold.

so what's the use?

In the space between us,
murderous tigers,
roar like dark ocean waves,
circling
in O how many woods
between us
and our arm's embrace?

--allur Nanmullai,kuruntokai 237.

MY SCHOOL DAYS(part one) :( i miss them

2006-01-17T06:15:00.000-08:00

In the middle of a bull fight...And few flashes of food and lovely mountains...A bit of my unconscious confusion broke with a loud shriek from my precious and faithful ,black with silver hearts,alarm clock.
I woke up like a ghost...With my pigtail turned in to a bird's nest(like most girls' curly hair do :|) my night dress ,a pretty affair of pink all crushed and twisted :D,I wonder whether I was imitating one of the bulls in the bull fight in my sleep :O, my blanket giving warmth to a patch of the marble floor rather than me :| and my big round pillow,without it I can't sleep :((, fallen down like a fallen leaf.
I sat on my bed for a while all defeated and droopy, glanced at the miserable clock which read a miserable time, 6:00 am , ......6:00 am ....What!!?? 6:00 AM!!!!!!! "siiiiiiiiiiiiiiixxx AAAA MMMMMMMM" !!Goodness!!...I will take 2 mins to rise...Five minutes to finish up all my morning business, 15 minutes to bath , 8 minutes to pack my bag.....Ten minutes to find my books, another ten to check my homework and only 10 minutes to reach the school!! :O :O flashes of the future misfortune came to my suddenly alert mind...Assembly missed...prefect's punishment...A horrible face .......oh!
well .........Nothing new............I will jump over the school's boundary wall and hide in my class and wait for the assembly to finish....Oh well...Time to rise! :D

and then ruchika high school saw a new asha devyani enter into the neat classroom with no children .....All sincerely attending the assembly...My high ponytail and my super neat and wrinkle free white shirt and a very lovely grey skirt with a brown scar(a gift from my school's boundary walls). Kept my bag behind the benches and hid myself behind the cupboard :D...I am great!.
hearing the usual hussle of the children coming into the class room, I quietly merge into them,unnoticed by my teacher.

my school had wonderful teachers....A bit bad in spoken English....Except for the English teachers.
my class teacher calls the rolls....And after the usual formal activity is over...Our history ma'am arrives. Well...History is boring.it will always be..And rechecks school had one the most wonderful teachers of all time ;). First teacher's name was pranati ma'am..A nice teacher really motherly with a great love for history...By the time she left ruchika...chaitanya mahaprabhu was like my next door neighbour :D she spoke about chaintanya mahaprabhu more than anything in the book.
then came sarita ma'am , great teacher, with a boycut out of her vivid dyed red hair. She looked damn smart. And she made history rocking!!...I loved history that time.....But sadly she left :(
but I dreaded the next class..."I didn't want to hear the wonders of the great emperors or their dictatorial attitude :( " but this history class made us smile....because we loved the way our ma'am (miss X) said "Louis ex-bhi-aai (XVI)" and "George aai-aai-aai (III)" we practically had no idea where did ma'am get hold of the pronunciation of Indus valley civilization....I asked my ma'am about the thing that she is saying before I understood the actual word :D . "indoos bhalley cibhilijasion" but then she was a good teacher...Very loving one. And then "aaabhey" got me confused.....i couldnot make out the word she was saying...someone asked her about it...she tried her best to explain but eventually wrote the word on the blackboard..it was "awe" :O :O :O

she was a good teacher...had lots of patience...but we were very naughtyyyyyyy :O
one of my classmates was famous for always standing out of the class......Either before the class...Or in the middle of the class...And then used to talk with all the students passing by in the corridors :D :D.one day I guess in standard nine :-? Ma'am was teaching about "the great Aryans" ...She was talking about their lifestyle ...I don't exactly remember the words but she was talking about the early Aryan period where widow remarriage was allowed, women were given equal rights, and kings used have many wives....On hearing this, my friend stood up and asked "ma'am I have a question"...Ma'am was quite happy....Someone had a doubt...."Didn't the kings get affected by any disease,if they used to have many wives???".....Ma'am was quiet...Then embarrassed ....And then angry...And shouted "youuuuu idiot!...Get out of my class!"...

school was fun.....It always is....And then teachers make it very "bhery" interesting....
NEXT PART COMING UP... :D

A Broken Star and The Sky

2006-01-16T01:17:00.000-08:00

(a light of a lifetime,
is a way to the soul of the beginning,
so endless is the life and so divine, the soul.)

A tiny creation of brightness of love,
I shine on the immortal sea of time,
the attraction..I can't deny.

I fly in the clouds of smoke and dust,
to hide the rosy blush of my love,
the gleam of my joy, the spark of my emotions.

oh! Its so lovely, so alive,
it holds me in its arms...So warm, so light,
I hear the giggles of the naughty winds,
I colour myself in different shades of life.

a whip of destiny,
breaks me.
I fall, I fall , I fall..
to the deep valleys of loneliness..

mighty love which goes this far,
it never seems to end ,
I feel the wind caressing me,
I give a wish,
to the numerous eyes,
which sees me falling to death.

AN IMP ANNOUNCEMENT :|

2005-09-19T09:25:00.000-07:00

Arey buddhuuuu log .....i didn't quit this blog.... :x :x i am going to update this one too but i created a new one to be more personal in my thoughts..!! :x

tum log na dhakkan ho! :x

MY NEW BLOG

2005-09-02T08:50:00.000-07:00

i have started my new blog..... :)
agar time mile to visit kar lena :)
"link"

DARK

2005-07-11T23:26:00.000-07:00

dark is beautiful.....it's hard...its dusky..its silent...and it's seducing....be it the thick chocolate sauce on your ice-cream or the lovely satiny skin of a dark maiden. Life is incomplete without darkness...and is impossible without the desire to search for light..the desire which only the darkness can produce inside a human.

Dark is krishna...dark is night...darkness is in depth . Darkness is the only friend of a blind man....the only way to success.

A final goodbye is dark...but the moment after it is light..the lie told by a human is dark but the reason behind it,is light...death is dark...but enlightenment is light. A disastor is dark but a hope is light.

still the darkness is forgotten ....is avoided...is condemned.

2005-07-09T01:08:00.000-07:00

RATH YATRA
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HAPPY RATH YATRA everybody!!!!!!!! :D :D

SONG BLOG!

2005-05-14T00:14:00.000-07:00

This post will be modified every week to make my friends listen to what i like!
courtesy:nishu !!!:) :)
thank you!

song: pehla nasha from the movie jo jeeta wohi sikandar :)

HAVE FUN!:)

a piece of my imagination

2005-05-04T21:50:00.000-07:00

The English countryside...high mountains hid by the soft creamy and caring clouds...shifted reluctantly by the cool ,teasing breeze. silent sheep grazing on the pricky and gold green grass .....unaware of the pretty daffodils playing in the far fields with the lazy drones...
and then the rain falls slowly softly mildly on the anxious earth ready to be purified by the icy drops... the warm little sleepy sun peeps out from the blanket of the cottony clouds,to be met with the heavenly sight of the rain god pouring down on the mother earth to feed her little children...the fragrant surroundings of the land attracts the shy and colourful butterflies....cautiously flying around and choosing the best flowers to rest their wet wings....the shady and disciplined trees forgetting their principles for a moment of a time, sway to the music of the rain and the breeze..the leaves drenched in the holy water wait for the time when they wud break free from the branches to fall on the ground and mix with their mother's soil...

(to be continued...too lazy to continue)

MY CHILDHOOD! (if u have patience to read this much then read it!)

2005-04-12T07:47:00.000-07:00

hey i just wanted to share somethings that i did in my childhood.....that was the best part of my life...from 1-10yrs of my life.

when i was less than 2yrs:(in puri where i was born)

i was a fat girl when i was two...i just can't believe it when i see my pics now! :D when children used play and shout and spill things and trouble everyone at my age, i was a very quiet child.... "mummy ki ladli beti" :D . i was always very busy in something or the other...i used to play on my own .....i never used to shout much..i used to eat my food and sleep for long hours. the only trouble i used to give my mother was that i used to apply all the cosmetics she had all over my body and mix everything up with everything! and whenever she used to ask from another room that "what r you doing,sanjouli?"...i used to reply "i am not doing anything!" ,my mom use to come to know then that i was upto something! :D
2yrs upwards!
Here starts my fav days...of my life...this is where my bro and me started to create big troubles for every one else!)
(in CRRI...a small place near cuttack in orissa)
i was in love with pups(desi ones) that time...i still am ...and will be forever. i never use to stay at home and always loiter aroundwith them...ppl in the colony knew me so well that i became the daughter of everyone there. i use to hold pups together...not one or two...the whole bunch of them! 7 i guess all together.. :D but i never use to succeed in that...they use to fall one by one from my tiny arms...and then i use to cry.....and loudly.. :)
i loved playing in water and i always carried a kettle(an old one) and spill water everywhere..
even on ppl's clothes...and i was heavily scolded then....

IN bbsr...(my home)
ha! entry my big brother! and my cousins!
my bestest days!!!!
my bro and me were the best companions for each other!
my parents use to work(they still do) so we were alone for most of the times....BD knows that becoz he was our neighbour! and we were his!
i hope BD remembers this...
entry pups again!
all of my cousins sibunda,bubunda,rajada(BD), my bro, and me! stole some 5 new born pups from the the fields and started to train them....we named them first with "john""johny" janathan" "tararam" "pam pam pam pam" ! {remember the song?}
our house was an old one so the top floor was empty and broken...there was a room there which had no roof and had big bent rods... we use to hang the pups from the rods with their fore legs and taught them "chinning" :D for building up their muscles!
everything was fine until someone said that there was a big difficulty in calling "pam pam pam pam".....it never struck to that stupid person that he cud've called the puppy by the name"pam" only!
so a conf was held to decide the names and also exchange the pups....i was three then and all of them were over 4..so they ruled me out from the conf :X ...and gave me the most quiet and immobile{ :) } pup of all .....! :X ...and the names went :
raja da : sweetie(the only female pup) :P
sibun da: johny
bubunda : janathan
my bro: john
me: i named him "bhola" just becoz he was so quiet.
we held races and raja da and my bro always use to cheat ! :x
they used to throw stones and sticks at the other pups so they cudn't run! and my pup.......never use to run only..... :(
everything was so fun until my pa and raja da's pa discovered them and scolde us for separating the pup from their mom ...who was also our fav and was named as "lanji" just becoz she had a long and curled up tail...

the other days passed by quickly..
my bro and my two cousins ...and me ...use to play cricket where i use to always either watch or play only when they wanted someone to stay at strike . you must be wondering how i use to stay at strike ? well...i was taught so... i was taught to totally cover the wickets becoz the rule was that being the youngest i was allowed to violate all the rules... so no ball use to touch my bat and use to play with my legs..but holding the bat in my hands! :)

we use to throw eggs and ice cubes at ppl who use to pass by ...we use to climb trees and sit on the branches for a LONG time! we use to go to the fields (which were behind the house) and play with hay ..ending up with rashes over our bodies becoz of the terrible itching...and use to lit fire on the hay...and getting beaten up by our parents and the farmers! :D
etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc ...........and it goes...

i can say one thing....my world which is my family and my dearest cousins....is the bestest gift i have ever got!
i have spend my childhood in the lovliest way...no playstations....no dolls...no kitchen sets....no child centres.....just green fields ...cricket bats ....sand ...water..trees....hay .....and PUPS!
i had the best time of my life in form of my child hood! :) :) :)

broken thoughts.....

2005-04-10T14:01:00.000-07:00

got focused ....lost focus...got focused...lost it again.....
a path which has no ending cannot be called as a destination drive.....
a meaningful life is a life which is lived for others...
a life of love and compassion...is not a life for humans who have a mind which works better than thy heart...
a desire which is fulfilled for someone has a better impact than the desire fulfilled for oneself..
a moon can shine....it can be pretty but ....the stars are the ones who don't share the light they emit...
i can see the sky.....but where are the stars i wished on??.....
my hands are empty...but then what are these lines.....do they say something??
someone's heart is filled up with so much love.....but there is no one to share....just because....someone hasn't given her beautiful eyes....
an old woman talks......talks and talks everyone sympathises with her age...but no one understands how irritating she can become...
the heart beats fast....when these eyes see someone.....why don't these ears hear similar beats?..

(these thoughts are not mines.....i just guessed them....these are the thoughts of the various ppl and children i have come across...actually these are some excerpts from my diary) :D

TEARS

2005-04-04T20:37:00.000-07:00

Drops of rain,
so clear and bright,
touched by the warm sunlight;
falls in my empty eyes,
so cool and quiet,
washing away my soiled sight.

I close my eyes,
to dream of a sea,
which forms inside of me;
which gathers all the unworthy things,
to set my soul free.

The waves which rise ,
to touch my eyes,
that makes my eyelids flicker,
i feel it's want, to break and spill,
at last it rolls down forever.

written by Asha Devyani. 5th april .

THE LEAF(this is an article and not a peom)

2005-03-11T22:23:00.000-08:00

I just can't believe I am alive.Even though i am shrivelled, dry and brown, i can feel myself talking to the white pages above and below me. I am pressed against it all the time, but it gives me warmth and a feeling of closeness that i felt long ago, in a deep forest, where i was one of the proud jewels of a branch of a huge Oak tree,who was my mother , my home.

Every winter used to bring a new dream, a new happiness ,and a new waiting. I never used to sleep on winter nights, rather I used to stay awake and wait for the dawn to arrive, touched by the twilight of the heaven. When everyone was asleep. I used to watch the pretty crystals forming on my surface. Though the winter was cold and harsh , yet i felt cold when these little drops touched me. I felt as if i was treated as a queen flaunting off her pretty diamonds at a night party adorned with the elite stars. But as every dream breaks, my wonderful moment of a dream shattered into pieces, when these perfect drops used to slip away. For an often "shunned" creation like me, i wanted to show to the world, That i could love, i could make friends. Then again , i was shunned, this time not by others but by my own home, which bade me a farewell by discarding me out. I fell on the ground , to be picked up by a passerby.

Now i am here, in this dark world, but happily in love again.

OBSERVATION ANALYSIS

2005-02-28T22:19:00.000-08:00

THESE IS A OBSERVATION ANALYSIS CREATED BY ME......OF MY FRIENDS AT ORKUT.

Prankul Agarwal(prankz)
1.Very romantic ;)
2.lil sensitive...
3.Really very conscious about what ppl think about him(esp.girls) ;)
4.creative
5.His mind is always more inclined towards dreams rather on practical things.
6.May have faced a lot of hardships in the past(not sure about this one)
7.very indecisive ( he's gonna question me about this one)

Kanupriya Singh(Kanu di)
1.Very sweet and humorous
2.Gets confused in some matters (oops!)
3.Very clear person(frank and unhiding)
4. Very attached to her family and very emotional.
5. Believes in others very easily and always gets into probs for this.
{my fav. member at orkut.....'coz she is my big sis!}

Amit Sharma(Amitji)
1.Very sensitive at heart
2.really cool (i am sure about this one)
3.Gets affected by failures or setbacks very easily...and takes a lot of time to mend himself. (not sure)
4.Basically a good guy [he'll ask what's "basically" doing here? :) ], dreamer and very thoughtful.
5.Maybe there's a lot of reponsibilities on him which hinders the path he wants to tread.

Biswanath Dutta (B.D) "my khadoos cousin" :x
1.Very adaptable.
2.INtelligent and practical. (note that IN in intelligent....actually he's intelligent about things which are not"IN"){i am pointing out to the IN thing about guys having gfs....he he}
3.A real boy at heart>>>>>i.e>>>>>>he's not affected by silly emotions.(he knows what i mean)
4.Cool at head,but not very clear at heart(he's hiding a lot) :D
5.He is a inspirational figure...and can motivate ppl at his say.....well always in a positive way....
6.he's bad. :D.....................actually he's the best company u can ever get.

Saras Suryavanshi(mr.everchanging)(i just adore his name...sounds like a name of a maratha warrior :D )
1.Very mysterious
2.Conceals a lot at first,but reveals it slowly,depends on his mood.
3.Has deep dark secrets within him and prefers to keep it within himself. (he he){ am i not giving him a dracula look?}
4.Very Sweet and Cute (with capital S and C ----- emphasis u know) :)
5.Probably his problems comes in chunks, but they come simultaneously, one by one.
6.even though he has setbacks he is able to stand up again after few brakes...(huh?)

Tirthankar Dubey (tirtho)
1.very very intelligent................but silly at the same time...(confusion on this one)
2. Really very brotherly( he'll ask whats the word "brother" doing here???!!) {gives support to others}
3.dependable
4.very conscious about himself(i think so)
5.Very sensitive about treats from girls :P
6. 51% practical, 49% confused
7.possesses some leadership qualities but sometimes his ambitions hinders some of his decisions.
8.a lil shy in some things.
OMG- 8!!!!

Samyak Kaninde (samyanka)
1.Very friendly
2.Hides a lot about himself (maybe he hides all the naughty things he does from others) he he :D
3. I think you get nervous easily.......oops!
4.I think he has broken his heart a lot of times....maybe love or friendship...or maybe both!
5.he's patient and has lots of creativity within himself...but he's doesn't use it...maybe he is not confident about himself or he doesn't know.....(not sure about this one) {give a chocolate to me for this one}

Sumeet Pradhan(sumeet paapay) :D
1.Doesn't mix with ppl easily(i mean he takes time to make friends)
2.Very intellectual.
3.i think he's going to be someone great....but it is unpredictable...( i mean at one time he can become the richest man on earth on the other time he can become the most famous panwalla in the area.... he he)
4.He gets irritated easily and i think he gets irritated mostly at the wrong time.
5.shy
6.chupa rustam{kyun paapay kaisa tha yeh last walla?} i am going to get hit by him......

so this was my observation analysis........how was it?????....i'll write about others...but lemme be sure about these guys first!.

silence

2005-02-23T04:52:00.000-08:00

This is something very touching...that i want to share with u ppl.
i went to see off my mother....as she was going on a two day trip to Bargarh(a place in Orissa,incase u don't know) . my father, another lady who was going to accompany my mom and me were as usual waiting for the train which was scheduled to arrive at 10:10 pm at night. I glanced at my watch and noticed that there were still 20 mins left for the train to arrive. So as usual...i got into my habit...chatting. :D . while mom ,aunty and me were chatting away...it was hard to hear each other amidst the chaos the ppl were making. coolies, beggars, gossiping women, little kids :- everyone's voice was mixed together and made the whole atmosphere chaotic!!!.that was terrible.i had to actually ask my mom to repeat what she was saying....!. i gave up !(imagine me giving up chatting :O) so i stood quietly and observed ppl around me(one of my other fav pastimes) .....suddenly i noticed four ppl talking with each other. two of them were sitting on the bench and the other two were standing. they were laughing away, chatting away, but none of them was speaking . they used gestures and finger movements to say what they wanted to say. they were deaf and dumb .all four of them. they were unaffected by the noise and didn't bother to feel conscious of the numerous number of curious heads turned towards them.
For once i wished i could be in their places......they could talk whatever they wanted to, say whatever they wanted to ....without straining their ears and opening their mouths. I noticed everyone around me was upset because of the noise........but at that moment those four men were the happiest and the luckiest ppl on the earth.

Happy Valentines Day!

2005-02-14T06:48:00.000-08:00

Great!today is valentines day.....and for me today was yet another day which went directly into the dustbin....
in short it was a waste of time. i got up in the morning at 9:30....he he...and ppl say,u should get up early.....
wished my parents "happy anniversary".....then i watched TV...logged on to the computer ...chatted a bit....felt bored...i went back..helped my mother in cleaning up my room...got some scolding.....felt ok{ :) } .....then i ate my lunch....came back to the computer...chatted a bit again...felt bad due to some reason....checked my mail,found some cards and wishes....felt nice....wasted my time on teasing my big brother.....got scoldings again...felt better....slept a bit....got up... ...opened the door .,...found my relatives....was happy...and now..i am writing this post....
In short again......................................................................................................................i didn't study!!

what a waste of time!!!!!......
anyways..................HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!!!!!!!

My mother and I

2005-02-14T06:28:00.000-08:00

My mother and I,
bonded by a chain of faith,
linked by the lines of truth,
held by the hands of His,
touched by the minds of love.


Under her shade,I bloom
under her rage,I mature
within her chains,I learn
amidst her hopes,I grow.

From the river of her eyes,
I drink my sorrows,
I bathe away my sins,
from the fire of her soul
I get my anger,
and I burn away my wrath.

She rains on me,the wisdom of books,
she rains on me,the practical world.
she rains on me,the unfaithful friend,
she rains on me,the first bloom of love.

My mother and I,
like the moon and its celestial ring,
remain together,
when the seasons are kind;
And drift far,
when the rains don't come.

{ending note:)
I seek my fate,
in this barren world.
with no one but my mother's touch,
I have grown to go,
and count my steps,
on a journey to the open lands.

ummmmm.....

2004-12-06T05:49:00.000-08:00

another day went away ,.....but i didn't do a thing....i mean i studied ...but i did nothing resourceful(few ppl must be thinking that if studies aren't resourceful then what else are?).

But i don't think studies can help us deal with everything...such as boredom, ideal-"ness", or unwanted solitude.....
then something struck me(i beg ur pardon, "not" a lightening)...but an idea hit me hard(it never hits u softly though)
so i took out my notebook and chose a bright white page(devoid of any pencil or pen marks)
wrote "How to make my week resourceful" and underlined it twice......
here goes my list.....
1)Paint a picture-Monday
2)sing a song-Tuesday(by this i mean practice my classical songs..)
3)write an article or a poem-Wednesday
4)eat everything on ur plate at lunch-Thursday(by everything i mean rice ....i hate rice)
5)read something nice....Friday
6)Clean ur room-Saturday(a very important resolution)
7) wear ur best dress on a Sunday.....

well i have been trying to put this into practice but since friday i was a bit busy...lemme see today is monday right?...i gotta paint a pic ...see ya!

inu yasha madness

2004-12-04T01:36:00.000-08:00

INU YASHA MADNESS
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hey i am getting mad!....inu yasha anime is mindblowing....i just can't think anything else rather than inu yasha...kagome....sango..miroku or shippo...even that mad totosai isn't getting out of my head!....
i have always preferred animation over daily soaps or cartoons...but inu yasha is gre8...it's really spell bounding ....
*phew* i am really exhuasted....coz i just finished reading the manga!! 3 volumes alltogether.....oh no...wadz happening
this a cool link:

Which InuYasha Character are you most like? by Deji-chan

A way....

2004-10-13T21:40:00.000-07:00

{this is another poem...this one is good....}

There I stand curious and quiet,
To find a way out.
Should i fear ?
From the darkness of time and the light of evil.

Confessing to my soul,
of things I've done,
with no touch of any foul mind,
still, to find a way out
from things i know not.

The darkness still alive in it's
invisible note,
which fill me whole.
A note of night's song,
full of sparkling supranos.
A high pitch and a prelude,
sets me to go.

Evil doesnot follow,
I am alone, with only my shadow,
To accompany me.
A door to a new world
opens,
And sets me free.
And I go, Igo...

bollywood fun!----no 1

2004-10-12T23:57:00.000-07:00

kutttteee.....kamine...main tera khoooooon pi jaaooonga.......
"you dog! i'll suck your blood!!"

hindi movie dialogues.....one of the most innovative things that india's bollywood writers do....the world can complain that around 70% of india's films are straight copies of hollywood movies....but dialogues!.....they r truly desi. a situation where a minor "troublemaker" of the society tries to mess up with the hero(the protagonist of the story).....the hero points out to his opponent's "chura"(knife) and expresses his anger and strength by saying "yeh khelne ki cheez nahi hai bacchu, haath mein lag jaayega to khooon(highly emphasized) nikal aayega"
(this is not a toy, dickhead!,if u will cut ur hand with it,u'll bleed!!)
or imagine a situation where few sub-dacoits have failed to kill the hero and his team, the head dacoit blurts out sarcastically with a scary laugh, "kitne aadmi the??!!", [how many men where there?] and when one of the 12 sub -dacoits says "two", the main head says angrily "Ab tera kya hoga Kaalia?!" [ "now what will happen to you, kalia?!]{kaalia is that sub dacoit's name}
but then our film industry is famous.....and still going strong......Jai bollywood.....

happiness

2004-10-11T23:51:00.000-07:00

my poem(it's a bit romantic,it's supposed to be,it's my first romantic poem)
On a night so dark....so plain....so quiet,
i hum a tune while sitting on a rock,
The lake before me flows still and alive,
with a pebble i throw i create a hundred ripples,
with a stone i create none,
the splash it makes breaks my tune to a hundred more.

The little fish that swims so happily,
fearing no one in this lonely night,
I try to touch,
it slips to go far away,
Leaving the night lonely still.

I look up to find the divine moon,
peeking it's holy head from clouds,
some gray, some white, but still,
The moonlight touches my mane at rest,
My cheeks, my eyes,my soul.
The speechless me look down in the lake,
To see my enlightened face,
With a smile so bright.

And somewhere i hear your footsteps....
In this moment of silence so fast and deep,
I hear it in the wind that flows,
That touches my ears and whispers your name.

The silk on my shoulders leave my catch to fly somewhere,
My astonished head turns back to let
my startled hand to catch.
I catch your hand so warm, so tight,
so sure, so smooth,
I can't let it go, i can't let it go.

For once i catch the happy fish, for once I create a thousand ripples,
for once i am untouched by the moon,for once i bring a gush of wind to break the stillness of the air,
when for once i feel you ,i am happy.

2004-10-11T01:34:00.000-07:00

oh my god!.....i have to do so many things....i have to complete my assignments..i have to shop for durga puja...i have to prepare for my big exam....i have to clean up my room...i have to go to a beauty parlour for getting my hair done.....i have to read a new novel that i bought"the potrait of a lady" by henry james.....i have to finish yet another novel by richard bach.....i have to go over my friend's place for her 18th birthday....i have to buy new cassettes .....i have to get my b.p checked(stress u know)(this can be avoided)....i have to go the college and listen to the pathetic lectures given by the boring teachers......just b'coz i have to.......i have to learn how to type fast....i have to schedule my day...
hey this is too much.....u can't expect an eighteen yr old girl having so much things to do......
but i have to ....because right now i finished another chore......creating a post for my blog..no matter how idiotic the post be......

metamorphosis

2004-09-13T23:14:00.000-07:00

when each one of us look at ourselves in the mirror,we find the same person everytime,with the same hair ,same skin, same eyes,......but somewhere in our heart we feel a difference.our eternal self changes everytime we see ourselves.somewhere on our face the change reflects.the change we feel is an unconscious effect of a recent happening. when we cry we change our ways of wearing clothes and presenting ourselves into a sober form, when we are somewhere happy inside,we change into a bright form, and when we are angry we go for a sophisticated look.....but yes unconsciously and unintentionally. past becomes a stranger as we progress into the present and approach the future.what we are now, is not what we were before. either the past was better or present is wholesome.some of us try to be what we were 10 yrs ago and some of us still want to change. In some cases memories act as a catalyst to many upcoming changes and in some cases memories are shunned forever. But still we compete with ourselves, b'coz from inside we know that we are not what we are ought to be.A fight for perfection takes place inside everyone and that fight is named in many ways by many people. some say the person is greedy some say he's mad. How strange a man is........

why ask why?(another something i came across)

2004-09-07T05:24:00.000-07:00

why ask why?
1.why do u need a driver's license to buy liquor when u can't drink and drive?
2.why isn't phonetic spelt the way it sounds?
3.why cigarettes sold in gas stations where smoking is prohibited?
4.if it's the tourist season why can't we shoot them?
5.why do they sterilize needles for lethal injection?
6.why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
7.is it possible to be totally partial?
8.why to we drive on parkways and park on driveways?

these question are illogical...but they are somehow true...

this is something i came across....

2004-09-03T06:22:00.000-07:00

advertising lingo
here's some help at understanding advertising lingo.
"a number of different approaches are being tried"
TRANSLATION(we r still grasping straws)
"customer satisfaction upon delivery is assured"
TRANSLATION(we are so far behind schedule the customer should be happy to just get it delivered)
"test results were extremely gratifying"
TRANSLATION(we were so surprised that the stupid thing worked)
"the entire concept will have to be abandoned"
TRANSLATION(the only person who understood the thing quit.)
"we'll look into it"
TRANSLATION(let's spread the responsibility around for the mistakes)
"rugged" TRANSLATION(too heavy to lift!)
"lightweight" TRANSLATION(lighter that rugged)
"energy saving"TRANSLATION(when the power switch is off)

2004-08-30T05:47:00.000-07:00

crisis is everywhere..water crisis...financial crisis....husband crisis!!....and...cat crisis.don't have any idea what am i talking about??take a look at this..

2004-08-30T05:43:00.000-07:00

honesty on the internet......this snap tells the true story.....