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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Wordsmith
Moments of magic
Begging to be captured
With deft strokes of a paintbrush
Or the illusory magnificence of light
And then the master without a brush
She paints them into a life stream
No paint, no prints, no photos
Just moments reformed into words,
Refreshed, redefined and recreated
This master without a brush
With a master-stroke unparalleled
Then breathes life into words
And sets them free to live
And then the words
Unrestrained and unrestricted
By physical forms and compulsions
Roam free and far
To spread the word
Of their masters art
And those blessed moments of magic...
This post is inspired and dedicated to This is That.... I am currently drunk on her latest post called... ahem... Wordsmith
People... the post is absolute MAGIC.... Read it to believe it...
Begging to be captured
With deft strokes of a paintbrush
Or the illusory magnificence of light
And then the master without a brush
She paints them into a life stream
No paint, no prints, no photos
Just moments reformed into words,
Refreshed, redefined and recreated
This master without a brush
With a master-stroke unparalleled
Then breathes life into words
And sets them free to live
And then the words
Unrestrained and unrestricted
By physical forms and compulsions
Roam free and far
To spread the word
Of their masters art
And those blessed moments of magic...
This post is inspired and dedicated to This is That.... I am currently drunk on her latest post called... ahem... Wordsmith
People... the post is absolute MAGIC.... Read it to believe it...
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Story Teller
Sleep Like A Cat... Choco's Lesser known blog that contains one of the best blog posts that I have read... EVER...
Monday, October 5, 2009
Ah!
It has been a good fortnight for me as a blog reader...
I had to share some of the brilliance...
Posts in alphabetical order:
A Promise written by Ashley @ Ashes And Some Dust
A relatively new blogger and a brilliant beginning
A Face in the Mirror, A voice Within by Pawan @ The Other Perspective
Angst and Cynicism; Also a prolific writer of fiction. Loves non-linear narratives and improving at the speed of thought
Home, He Was by Shamanth Huddar @ Diligent Wanderings
The master@work... Meghana refers to him as the master and rightly so...
I Love the Smell of Crazy in the Morning by Indiegurl @ One Long Rant
Sarcasm walks amongst us... unfailingly funny and intelligent...
Love in Parts by AGG @ The files of Agent Green Glass
Creative! Yes... thats her... can write anything...
Mona Bua by This is That @ er… This is That
Her posts are pictures... read them and they come alive
Nine lives by Gayathri @ Love across Bridges
Super prolific and awesome... a million stories in her head, I think...
You wait, patiently. But… by Meghana Naidu @ Subtle Signs
Non-linear, thoughtful and magical...
I had to share some of the brilliance...
Posts in alphabetical order:
A Promise written by Ashley @ Ashes And Some Dust
A relatively new blogger and a brilliant beginning
A Face in the Mirror, A voice Within by Pawan @ The Other Perspective
Angst and Cynicism; Also a prolific writer of fiction. Loves non-linear narratives and improving at the speed of thought
Home, He Was by Shamanth Huddar @ Diligent Wanderings
The master@work... Meghana refers to him as the master and rightly so...
I Love the Smell of Crazy in the Morning by Indiegurl @ One Long Rant
Sarcasm walks amongst us... unfailingly funny and intelligent...
Love in Parts by AGG @ The files of Agent Green Glass
Creative! Yes... thats her... can write anything...
Mona Bua by This is That @ er… This is That
Her posts are pictures... read them and they come alive
Nine lives by Gayathri @ Love across Bridges
Super prolific and awesome... a million stories in her head, I think...
You wait, patiently. But… by Meghana Naidu @ Subtle Signs
Non-linear, thoughtful and magical...
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Green Glasses Sparkle
I had, in an earlier post, promised to write about blogs or blog posts that fascinate or inspire me. Here is one that does both...
The files of Agent Green Glass...
This Bandra (ahem) girl has more creativity in her little finger than most writers can claim to have in their entire body and soul...
Her writing is effortless, easy to read and appears to have that easy, spontaneous, laid back and effortless flow that most writers would sacrifice their fingers for...
And she is funny... again effortlessly funny...
Infectious is her latest blog post... a little love story with a difference... which I loved
How the west was won was the first post that I read on her blog and this is the post that inspired me to write fiction...
The files of Agent Green Glass...
This Bandra (ahem) girl has more creativity in her little finger than most writers can claim to have in their entire body and soul...
Her writing is effortless, easy to read and appears to have that easy, spontaneous, laid back and effortless flow that most writers would sacrifice their fingers for...
And she is funny... again effortlessly funny...
Infectious is her latest blog post... a little love story with a difference... which I loved
How the west was won was the first post that I read on her blog and this is the post that inspired me to write fiction...
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Candid Four Pointers... with Skilled Sugar-coating
I have to say it. I hate to say. I have been tagged.
The misfortune that has come upon me is my own doing. I incurred the wrath of a candid friend - also my favorite anonymous blogger. She was tagged and tags can sometime put bloggers who choose to be anonymous in a tad uncomfortable position. Well, one can’t really be candid.
I tried to give her a hard time. In return – the vengeful one tagged me. Tagged by someone, who, as a norm, refuses to tag anyone.
I therefore pick up the tag and try to do justice to it.
So here goes – The Four Pointer.
Four places you have lived:
1) I have lived for the longest time and continue to live in a little suburb in Mumbai. A little more than half a century ago, the suburb was a quaint little fishing village. It has now transformed into a bustling town – known for its spiraling real estate prices, shopping, nightlife, sea front promenades, and now its increasing expatriate population. And now a sea link.
2)My coming of age years. For the first time in my life, I had to move out of Mumbai after I was head hunted and landed my second job. I relocated, for a few years, to the little city not far from Mumbai. The city, then a haven for pensioners, middle class locals and students from all over the country, was just about finding its feet and preparing itself (unknowingly) to become a poor mans replica of Mumbai – inheriting all its problems. The expressway between Mumbai and Pune wasn’t built then. I lived in all sorts of rental accommodation – from a one-room pigeonhole to a two bedroom flat shared with five other fellow savages. Freedom - I have have never had as much fun. The best days of my life – house parties, army rum, sex, chilly evenings, jackets, hill stations, rain, bikes, the first steady relationship, parsi food, failed attempts at trying to cook, nostalgia…
3)Hotels. I have lived in all sorts of hotels in countries all over the world. Good hotels, grand hotels, bad hotels, small hotels, big hotels, dodgy hotels, dingy hotels, cheap hotels and expensive hotels. I have stayed in hotels for work, holidays, after missing flights and on romantic getaways. I hate hotels.
4)Hotel Decent. Anyone who has seen ‘Jab We Met’ will remember the dodgy hotel from the movie. I have, unwittingly, stayed in place exactly like that. Picture this - The room next door creaks opens. The door closes. Animated chatter. Giggles. The sound of locomotion. Creaking bed. Giggles. Animated chatter. Door Opens. Door Closes. Twenty minutes of silence. The door opens again. Repeat.
Four TV shows you love(d) to watch:
Now this is a tough one. I have never thought much of the idiot box and I don’t really enjoy idiotic company. But still….
1) He-Man and the Masters of the Universe – I watched this animated series as a child, faithfully, every Sunday evening – with bread and jam. For some reason, I had to have bread and jam religiously, every Sunday, while I watched He-Man take on Skeletor. Another reason I can’t forget the show is a recent incident in a church during a christian friend's wedding mass. During the service, the priest asked the congregation to bow their heads and make a silent prayer. One could hear a pin drop. A little child, sitting in front, across and not far from me, took this opportunity to draw his imaginary sword, raised it towards God and screamed “ BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL. I HAVE THE POWER”. The priest quickly forgot his prayers. The congregation tittered. The mother was embarrassed and the father beamed – proud of his son.
2) Giant Robot – A Japanese series dubbed in English and another childhood favorite.
3) Man vs Wild - Bear Grylls and his hair-raising adventures. Pure adrenalin. Real.
4) MTV Roadies – Corny and voyeuristic reality TV. But the concept of a long cross country road journey appeals to the traveler in me. Also, Raghu Ram, in my opinion, is brilliant.
Four places you have been to on vacation:
1) Goa – The 12 hour drive from Mumbai is brilliant. The romance in the air, the sound of the sea, the food, the people, the unhurried lifestyle - the place is intoxicating and it isn’t just the cheap alcohol. I slept on a beach once – lulled by the sound of the waves in my ears and the cool wind in my hair. I opened my eyes to a fresh early morning breeze and watched local villagers, at peace with themselves, walking past, smiling, unhurried, for an early morning service at a local church which opened up to the beach.
2) Mangalore – My grandmother’s village. Coconut groves, mango trees and jasmine plantations. The laziest place in the world with the sweetest smelling jasmine scented air. I go there when work gets to me and when I want a few stress free and lazy days. Once there – I just sleep or put my feet up and read. Heaven.
3) Phuket – Thailand… Thailand… the ocean… snorkelling…scuba diving… corals… water sports… the nightlife… need I say more…
4) Kashid – Read Goa but closer to home.
Four of your favorite kind of food:
1) Indian – The diversity in the country is demonstrated through the variety in food options.
2) Indian Chinese Street Food – The Indianised version of Chinese food tastes best at any local street side thela – especially on a rainy evening. Triple Shcezwan rules.
3) South East Asian Food – Japanese, Thai, Vietnamese and Chinese food, the best-looking food in the world.
4) Irish Stew & Stakes - Sorry, that probably makes it five. But I cant help it. It was tough short listing five in the first place.
Four websites you visit daily:
1) Wikipedia
2) Rediff
3) Candid Talk (Cant help it – Choco is prolific, writes everyday and writes well)
4) My company website (sorry… cant disclose the name… or I wont be anonymous anymore)
5) Used to be Expressive Silence too – but she pulled the blog
Four places you would rather be:
1) Goa
2) Managalore
3) The Lake District – One of the most beautiful places I have been to and the best place to enjoy English weather (I personally find English weather to be the most fair weather in the world – I wonder why they complain)
4) Kashid
Four things you hope to do before you die:
1)Travel around India for one month. I want to travel by train in second-class compartments with no fixed destinations or plans, with a limited budget and without mobile phones or plastic money. I want to live among the people and stay in cheap hotels. I want to travel to the heart of India – to its villages, B towns and C towns – and stay with people in their homes. My destination each day and the mode of transport decided spontaneously at the spur of the moment. My fellow travelers – my books and my camera.
2) Learn the guitar and master it
3) Learn to para glide
4) Retire by the time I am 45 and then write a book
Four novels you wish you were reading for the first time:
1) The God of Small Things – A book that probably wrote itself and Arundhati Roy just took credit. Never have I read anything more magical - influencing and manipulating the imagination, making it soar high and dive deep, all at once. After every few pages – I had to lie back, let my mind take over and imbibe the magic bit by bit. The only book I have read twice.
2) The Fountainhead – A book that has had an immense influence on life. .
3) My name is Red – I did not have to read this book. It sat up and spoke to me. All its characters, animate and inanimate - had life. Brilliant narrative
4) Swami and Friends – For its simplicity. I wish I could write like that. I wish I had a childhood like that. I so wanted to grow up in Malgudi.
5) The Famous Five – I know I am cheating but I want to be a child again and run to the local circulating library. The smell of old books combining with the smell of incense. Pick up a Famous Five book. Run back home and start reading the book with a mom-made Salami sandwich. Aaah! Why did I ever have to grow up…
Four movies you love:
1) Dev D – Or anything by Anurag Kashyap (I loved No Smoking). The film turned Devdas on its head and the visual imagery influenced me to write “Mother Loves Jeremy”. Now I wait for “Paanch” to see the light of day.
2) Life is Beautiful – Chaplinesque. The only movie that made me cry aloud… and I looked so stupid because I think I was smiling at the same time. The father – a hero to his son, both in a Nazi concentration camp and separated from the mother, tells his son that the camp is a game – and the one who gets 1000 points first wins a tank. Inspiring and beautiful. Funny and heart wrenching. An underrated masterpiece.
3) Oldboy – A South Korean. A man is kidnapped and imprisoned illegally for 15 years. He spends the 15 years in one claustrophobic room – with no access to the outside world. For 15 years he plans his revenge and trains himself. Only – he cannot seem to think of anyone with an incentive to do this to him. After 15 years – he is released – as suddenly as he was kidnapped. The man, a misfit, in the outside world, now has only one objective – to find the man who did this to him. The end hits you like a brick that falls from the top of a high-rise and hits you bang on the head. The film was plagiarized in Hindi and made into a bad film called Zinda.
4) Mard – I watched this Amitabh Bachchan starer some 25 times on home video when I was a kid. I still like it. The film is an absolutely regressive, B grade and senseless pot-boiler. Imagine this - A father, a king in exile, has british soldiers hot on his heels. When the soldiers are about to get to him – he picks up his little son, an infant, and with a knife carves “MARD” (Macho Man) on his chest. The infant smiles back. Mard Ko Dard Nahin Hota (A real man never hurts). The child grows up to be the Mard jisko Dard Nahin Hota – Amitabh Bachchan.
There... Done...dusted... And dedicated to Choco...
I know I am supposed to tag someone... but tags can be real drags... anyone who is inspired enough to do so can please pick up this tag and waste a post on it... only... please come back and leave a comment... so I can come over and read and be happy that someone else also had time to waste...
The misfortune that has come upon me is my own doing. I incurred the wrath of a candid friend - also my favorite anonymous blogger. She was tagged and tags can sometime put bloggers who choose to be anonymous in a tad uncomfortable position. Well, one can’t really be candid.
I tried to give her a hard time. In return – the vengeful one tagged me. Tagged by someone, who, as a norm, refuses to tag anyone.
I therefore pick up the tag and try to do justice to it.
So here goes – The Four Pointer.
Four places you have lived:
1) I have lived for the longest time and continue to live in a little suburb in Mumbai. A little more than half a century ago, the suburb was a quaint little fishing village. It has now transformed into a bustling town – known for its spiraling real estate prices, shopping, nightlife, sea front promenades, and now its increasing expatriate population. And now a sea link.
2)My coming of age years. For the first time in my life, I had to move out of Mumbai after I was head hunted and landed my second job. I relocated, for a few years, to the little city not far from Mumbai. The city, then a haven for pensioners, middle class locals and students from all over the country, was just about finding its feet and preparing itself (unknowingly) to become a poor mans replica of Mumbai – inheriting all its problems. The expressway between Mumbai and Pune wasn’t built then. I lived in all sorts of rental accommodation – from a one-room pigeonhole to a two bedroom flat shared with five other fellow savages. Freedom - I have have never had as much fun. The best days of my life – house parties, army rum, sex, chilly evenings, jackets, hill stations, rain, bikes, the first steady relationship, parsi food, failed attempts at trying to cook, nostalgia…
3)Hotels. I have lived in all sorts of hotels in countries all over the world. Good hotels, grand hotels, bad hotels, small hotels, big hotels, dodgy hotels, dingy hotels, cheap hotels and expensive hotels. I have stayed in hotels for work, holidays, after missing flights and on romantic getaways. I hate hotels.
4)Hotel Decent. Anyone who has seen ‘Jab We Met’ will remember the dodgy hotel from the movie. I have, unwittingly, stayed in place exactly like that. Picture this - The room next door creaks opens. The door closes. Animated chatter. Giggles. The sound of locomotion. Creaking bed. Giggles. Animated chatter. Door Opens. Door Closes. Twenty minutes of silence. The door opens again. Repeat.
Four TV shows you love(d) to watch:
Now this is a tough one. I have never thought much of the idiot box and I don’t really enjoy idiotic company. But still….
1) He-Man and the Masters of the Universe – I watched this animated series as a child, faithfully, every Sunday evening – with bread and jam. For some reason, I had to have bread and jam religiously, every Sunday, while I watched He-Man take on Skeletor. Another reason I can’t forget the show is a recent incident in a church during a christian friend's wedding mass. During the service, the priest asked the congregation to bow their heads and make a silent prayer. One could hear a pin drop. A little child, sitting in front, across and not far from me, took this opportunity to draw his imaginary sword, raised it towards God and screamed “ BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL. I HAVE THE POWER”. The priest quickly forgot his prayers. The congregation tittered. The mother was embarrassed and the father beamed – proud of his son.
2) Giant Robot – A Japanese series dubbed in English and another childhood favorite.
3) Man vs Wild - Bear Grylls and his hair-raising adventures. Pure adrenalin. Real.
4) MTV Roadies – Corny and voyeuristic reality TV. But the concept of a long cross country road journey appeals to the traveler in me. Also, Raghu Ram, in my opinion, is brilliant.
Four places you have been to on vacation:
1) Goa – The 12 hour drive from Mumbai is brilliant. The romance in the air, the sound of the sea, the food, the people, the unhurried lifestyle - the place is intoxicating and it isn’t just the cheap alcohol. I slept on a beach once – lulled by the sound of the waves in my ears and the cool wind in my hair. I opened my eyes to a fresh early morning breeze and watched local villagers, at peace with themselves, walking past, smiling, unhurried, for an early morning service at a local church which opened up to the beach.
2) Mangalore – My grandmother’s village. Coconut groves, mango trees and jasmine plantations. The laziest place in the world with the sweetest smelling jasmine scented air. I go there when work gets to me and when I want a few stress free and lazy days. Once there – I just sleep or put my feet up and read. Heaven.
3) Phuket – Thailand… Thailand… the ocean… snorkelling…scuba diving… corals… water sports… the nightlife… need I say more…
4) Kashid – Read Goa but closer to home.
Four of your favorite kind of food:
1) Indian – The diversity in the country is demonstrated through the variety in food options.
2) Indian Chinese Street Food – The Indianised version of Chinese food tastes best at any local street side thela – especially on a rainy evening. Triple Shcezwan rules.
3) South East Asian Food – Japanese, Thai, Vietnamese and Chinese food, the best-looking food in the world.
4) Irish Stew & Stakes - Sorry, that probably makes it five. But I cant help it. It was tough short listing five in the first place.
Four websites you visit daily:
1) Wikipedia
2) Rediff
3) Candid Talk (Cant help it – Choco is prolific, writes everyday and writes well)
4) My company website (sorry… cant disclose the name… or I wont be anonymous anymore)
5) Used to be Expressive Silence too – but she pulled the blog
Four places you would rather be:
1) Goa
2) Managalore
3) The Lake District – One of the most beautiful places I have been to and the best place to enjoy English weather (I personally find English weather to be the most fair weather in the world – I wonder why they complain)
4) Kashid
Four things you hope to do before you die:
1)Travel around India for one month. I want to travel by train in second-class compartments with no fixed destinations or plans, with a limited budget and without mobile phones or plastic money. I want to live among the people and stay in cheap hotels. I want to travel to the heart of India – to its villages, B towns and C towns – and stay with people in their homes. My destination each day and the mode of transport decided spontaneously at the spur of the moment. My fellow travelers – my books and my camera.
2) Learn the guitar and master it
3) Learn to para glide
4) Retire by the time I am 45 and then write a book
Four novels you wish you were reading for the first time:
1) The God of Small Things – A book that probably wrote itself and Arundhati Roy just took credit. Never have I read anything more magical - influencing and manipulating the imagination, making it soar high and dive deep, all at once. After every few pages – I had to lie back, let my mind take over and imbibe the magic bit by bit. The only book I have read twice.
2) The Fountainhead – A book that has had an immense influence on life. .
3) My name is Red – I did not have to read this book. It sat up and spoke to me. All its characters, animate and inanimate - had life. Brilliant narrative
4) Swami and Friends – For its simplicity. I wish I could write like that. I wish I had a childhood like that. I so wanted to grow up in Malgudi.
5) The Famous Five – I know I am cheating but I want to be a child again and run to the local circulating library. The smell of old books combining with the smell of incense. Pick up a Famous Five book. Run back home and start reading the book with a mom-made Salami sandwich. Aaah! Why did I ever have to grow up…
Four movies you love:
1) Dev D – Or anything by Anurag Kashyap (I loved No Smoking). The film turned Devdas on its head and the visual imagery influenced me to write “Mother Loves Jeremy”. Now I wait for “Paanch” to see the light of day.
2) Life is Beautiful – Chaplinesque. The only movie that made me cry aloud… and I looked so stupid because I think I was smiling at the same time. The father – a hero to his son, both in a Nazi concentration camp and separated from the mother, tells his son that the camp is a game – and the one who gets 1000 points first wins a tank. Inspiring and beautiful. Funny and heart wrenching. An underrated masterpiece.
3) Oldboy – A South Korean. A man is kidnapped and imprisoned illegally for 15 years. He spends the 15 years in one claustrophobic room – with no access to the outside world. For 15 years he plans his revenge and trains himself. Only – he cannot seem to think of anyone with an incentive to do this to him. After 15 years – he is released – as suddenly as he was kidnapped. The man, a misfit, in the outside world, now has only one objective – to find the man who did this to him. The end hits you like a brick that falls from the top of a high-rise and hits you bang on the head. The film was plagiarized in Hindi and made into a bad film called Zinda.
4) Mard – I watched this Amitabh Bachchan starer some 25 times on home video when I was a kid. I still like it. The film is an absolutely regressive, B grade and senseless pot-boiler. Imagine this - A father, a king in exile, has british soldiers hot on his heels. When the soldiers are about to get to him – he picks up his little son, an infant, and with a knife carves “MARD” (Macho Man) on his chest. The infant smiles back. Mard Ko Dard Nahin Hota (A real man never hurts). The child grows up to be the Mard jisko Dard Nahin Hota – Amitabh Bachchan.
There... Done...dusted... And dedicated to Choco...
I know I am supposed to tag someone... but tags can be real drags... anyone who is inspired enough to do so can please pick up this tag and waste a post on it... only... please come back and leave a comment... so I can come over and read and be happy that someone else also had time to waste...
Monday, June 15, 2009
It’s a load of Rubbish… Read at your own Risk
Agent Green Glass finishes a 101 and Choco writes a 100, and I sit here trying to think of something to write. I realise that I have been thinking ever since I wrote some stupid story about the sweetness of salt.
I burn with envy. How can they be so prolific. Ms. R seems to churn out one poem a day. And each one seems to make so much sense.
In anger, I hunt blogosphere. I have to find another blogger as lethargic as I. My hunt leaves me frustrated and depressed. Everyone seems to be updating the blog at least once a day. And there are those idiots who do it twice.
Slowly I realise. Now I understand how the “little” boy felt in the common shower.
I can’t even update mine once a week. What can I write about? Nothing seems interesting enough. I have a few stories spinning in my head – but then I am too lazy to pen them down.
I can’t write poetry. I can’t intellectualise. I can’t write about food. I find politics boring. History repeats. Stories take too long. Films are watched and then forgotten. Work life is a constant. Women never change much. Who wants to write about men anyway? Nostalgia dawns… then yawns. And pets I don’t have.
I need inspiration. Or a muse. Or something to amuse.
Then I read Choco… write for yourself she screams… and as always she sounds candid… and threatening. I say fine. OK. I will write. For myself. Do I have a choice? Who wants to incur the wrath of a candid friend.
So I write this rubbish on my blog.
I am inspired.
I have moved my ass.
Now I move my fingers.
Still no muse
But now I am amused.
I have a post
I have exorcised the ghost
I rest in peace…
I can be lazy for another week
My blog name should change…
One post a week... by a very lazy freak
I burn with envy. How can they be so prolific. Ms. R seems to churn out one poem a day. And each one seems to make so much sense.
In anger, I hunt blogosphere. I have to find another blogger as lethargic as I. My hunt leaves me frustrated and depressed. Everyone seems to be updating the blog at least once a day. And there are those idiots who do it twice.
Slowly I realise. Now I understand how the “little” boy felt in the common shower.
I can’t even update mine once a week. What can I write about? Nothing seems interesting enough. I have a few stories spinning in my head – but then I am too lazy to pen them down.
I can’t write poetry. I can’t intellectualise. I can’t write about food. I find politics boring. History repeats. Stories take too long. Films are watched and then forgotten. Work life is a constant. Women never change much. Who wants to write about men anyway? Nostalgia dawns… then yawns. And pets I don’t have.
I need inspiration. Or a muse. Or something to amuse.
Then I read Choco… write for yourself she screams… and as always she sounds candid… and threatening. I say fine. OK. I will write. For myself. Do I have a choice? Who wants to incur the wrath of a candid friend.
So I write this rubbish on my blog.
I am inspired.
I have moved my ass.
Now I move my fingers.
Still no muse
But now I am amused.
I have a post
I have exorcised the ghost
I rest in peace…
I can be lazy for another week
My blog name should change…
One post a week... by a very lazy freak
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Mesmerizing Memories
My Memoirs of Mesmerizing Memories... dark and fascinating... A blog that I came across recently and I cant get enough of.
The imagery that the writer conjures up is fascinating.
A few examples below, which I have taken the liberty to put up without her permission. Apologies Anukriti.
From a post called "My Memoirs of Mesmerizing Memories: Blue,Red and Black-A Dream of Despair, Desire and Death" - This one is a personal favorite...
I see two slabs of walls inclined perpendicular to each other, suspended in space. No ceiling, no floor; no light no darkness; nothing below, nothing beyond - just this piece of existence in the depths of my vision. The wall is monochromatic - an evenly painted - dark as well as luminous, stark as well as gloomy - shimmering as the ultramarine sea, secluded as the azure sky, pure as sapphire - The brightest, deepest, most prominent shade of Cobalt Blue.
AND ONE MORE FROM THE SAME POST
A glass coffin emerges from oblivion and encloses me within itself... In complete brutality and heartlessness, I rip open my breast... I take out my bleeding heart and hold it in my hands. My heart is nothing but a grotesque, malformed amalgation of blood and flesh... shapeless and broken like a mirror into a thousand shards!
I don't know if blogging ethics permit this, but something I plan to do every time I stumble on a blog that fascinates me or inspires me, is write a little post about it.
Enjoy this one... My Memoirs of Mesmerizing Memories
The imagery that the writer conjures up is fascinating.
A few examples below, which I have taken the liberty to put up without her permission. Apologies Anukriti.
From a post called "My Memoirs of Mesmerizing Memories: Blue,Red and Black-A Dream of Despair, Desire and Death" - This one is a personal favorite...
I see two slabs of walls inclined perpendicular to each other, suspended in space. No ceiling, no floor; no light no darkness; nothing below, nothing beyond - just this piece of existence in the depths of my vision. The wall is monochromatic - an evenly painted - dark as well as luminous, stark as well as gloomy - shimmering as the ultramarine sea, secluded as the azure sky, pure as sapphire - The brightest, deepest, most prominent shade of Cobalt Blue.
AND ONE MORE FROM THE SAME POST
A glass coffin emerges from oblivion and encloses me within itself... In complete brutality and heartlessness, I rip open my breast... I take out my bleeding heart and hold it in my hands. My heart is nothing but a grotesque, malformed amalgation of blood and flesh... shapeless and broken like a mirror into a thousand shards!
I don't know if blogging ethics permit this, but something I plan to do every time I stumble on a blog that fascinates me or inspires me, is write a little post about it.
Enjoy this one... My Memoirs of Mesmerizing Memories
Thursday, May 28, 2009
A Simple Life
I put up a forum post recently in this bloggers forum called A Blog Post Written By You... That You Love the Most. The idea was to find some good blogs to follow.
The post got some 25 odd responses and I discovered a number of great blogs. But the one that stood out and simply blew me away is a blog called "A Simple Life" written by this chap called Ravi Lobo.
The writing, in my opinion, is outstanding, simple, lucid and fresh.
The reason I put this up is because I have a feeling that the number of people who don't know about this excellent little blog far outnumber the ones who do...
Give it a read... I promise you will not regret...
The post got some 25 odd responses and I discovered a number of great blogs. But the one that stood out and simply blew me away is a blog called "A Simple Life" written by this chap called Ravi Lobo.
The writing, in my opinion, is outstanding, simple, lucid and fresh.
The reason I put this up is because I have a feeling that the number of people who don't know about this excellent little blog far outnumber the ones who do...
Give it a read... I promise you will not regret...
