MonthOctober 2008

in transit

Scene 1

Person1 is sleeping in the corner seat in the subway car. Person2 is sitting adjacent to Person1 and reading a newspaper. The subway car comes to a station, the doors open, Person2 is still reading the paper. The chimes go off to indicate that the doors are closing. Person2 realizes that this is their stop. “Oh shit!”, says Person2 before they drop the newspaper on the floor and run towards the doors.

Scene 2

Person3 walks into the subway car. Sits in front of the paper and starts to read it without picking it off the floor.

Scene 3

Person4 and Person5 are reading the paper and start having a discussion over one of the articles.

Scene 4

Person6 (guy) and Person7 (girl) are sitting next to each other, both reading that paper. Person7 goes to turn the page but Person6 interrupts, “I’m still reading.”

They strike up a conversation and at the end Person7 decides to give Person6 her number. She has a pen, but nothing to write on. “You have a piece of paper?”, she asks. Person6 searches his pockets and finds nothing. Person6 decides to tear off a piece of the newspaper and Person7 writes down her number.

Scene 5

The subway car comes to a stop at a station. Person1, sleeping all this time, is startled. The chimes go off. Person1 realizes this is their stop. “Oh Shit!”, says Person1 and runs towards the doors. Person1 steps on the newspaper and slips and falls to the floor.

The doors close.


a photo essay is a really big giant photo, spanning multiple pages, double spaced.


not knowing where to go
not knowing where to be
i choose to be a follower
in search for the leader in me

i know it won’t be easy
and as crazy as it seems
i choose to be a follower
a follower of my dreams


i pace and pace
from place to place
charting steps
mapping space

me and my paces
lost in these spaces
not a moment to blink
not in these places

triumph over hope: at rest

Jacob is sleeping in his room right now. He is at rest. But really, he has always been. The words above are the first time he’s said anything or communicated in anyway in the last six weeks. Those words were transcribed from what he said to himself in his room after returning from a routine walk outside. He was alone in his room at the time and I was standing just outside.

I’m not sure how I should react. I am not shocked nor surprised, though we have not been able to pinpoint his condition, we know to expect something like this. Still, I am dismayed. Not because the words don’t reflect the outer reality. His room is spacious and there are a few windows. He is in control of the lighting and there is hardy ever any darkness. His sleeping patterns are, for the most part, regular. I am dismayed because there is someone in him who would say those words. And further dismayed because there are people everywhere who would share his sentiments.

Hope cannot be torture for that is not the nature of hope. Torture is the absence of hope. Hope is yours to keep and yours to drop. No one else can take hope from you. But how do I tell him that? How do you communicate with someone who not only does not think like you, but sees a different world? He sees a different reality. So when I hold his hand, I wonder what he sees.

I’m not sure what I do next, there are no guidelines for this. I need to figure things out. I have to do something.

iron man

I shouldn’t be alive, unless it was for a reason.

While I understand the type of resourcefulness one engages in when time is short and life is at stake I found it slightly difficult to accept that even the great Tony Starks could make that suit in a cave in Afghanistan. But I kinda did anyway, just so I could watch the rest of the movie.

Movie had one-liner situations that made me laugh out loud and other funny machine-human interactions. I also liked the ending. But overall it was highly predictable, sometimes that can be good, not so in this case.

I’m not much taken by special effects, and why was Terrence Howard in this movie?


connect the dots

above all else, be …


This post is inspired by Geetha’s posting of one of her childhood stories (one of many to come, hopefully). I really don’t remember too many stories from my childhood. So I’ll post a moment I had with my niece mid June this year.

It was some time in the afternoon and the rain was falling steadily. I climbed up with both knees on the couch, held the curtain to one side with my hand and started to just watch the rain fall on our front lawn and on the road ahead. Erum walks up behind me (in that style that she walks in =D) and asks, “du mama, kya kare aap?”. Du mama, what are you doing?

“Baarish ko dekhre”, I reply. I’m watching the rain.

“Hum bhi dekh satke aap ke saath?”. Can I watch with you too?

“Ji jaanu, aajao”. Yes jaanu, come on.

So we start to watch the rain. She held her side of the curtain, and I was holding mine. I began to notice a snail that was climbing up the fence in front of us. I immediately pointed it out to Erum, however she had some difficulty locating it. When she finally found it, both of us started to watch the snail. We spent a few good minutes in silence watching the snail with the rain falling in the background.

“Yeh snail bohut slow hai”, she said. This snail is really slow.

“Can you imagine how long it took for the snail to get up that high?”, I ask her. Hoping to plug at her imagination.

She says nothing, and we continue to silently watch the snail for a few more minutes.

“It’s really slow, it’s getting boring watching the snail”, she says in a slightly irritated fashion.

“Is it because it’s so slow?”


“Well, what would you rather do?”

“I don’t know”, she pauses a beat. “Let’s watch the snail.”

I burst out in laughter and she walked out of the room, in that style that she walks in.

letters from iwo jima

I saw both Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iwo Jima this weekend.

All I can mainly say is wow. I actually have not seen too many war films for me to be able to draw comparisons. I should probably see Saving Private Ryan and some other war movies (any recommendations?).

I like the perspective that Flag of Our Fathers takes, how it depicts the war on the ground itself and how it tackles what it is to be a “hero”. But at the same time, I thought it was somewhat confusing to follow with the Doc character narrating and his son interviewing. Perhaps that could have been better handled, though I don’t know how.

Letters from Iwo Jima was just unnerving. I wonder if the downplay of colour in the movie was a pre-production or post-production decision. Seems to have worked out really well. I liked the fashion in which this story was told better, and I suppose the letters narrative makes it more compelling. The story itself here was more gripping than Flags, though perhaps it is this way by design? Letters deals with questions of honour (suicide), and the treatment of POWs and leadership etc.

All together so well directed and edited. I need to dig up more Clint Eastwood movies. This guy is unreal.

good jokes need no explanation, great jokes do (and so do horrible jokes).

i think i’ve been told i’m an awful listener.

triumph over hope: awake

Sometimes you’re awake for so long you forget if you’ve ever slept. I don’t remember what sleep feels like. I just feel an emptiness. But at some point I know I must have.

I think it’s supposed to wear me thin. But I’m not sure what I’m supposed to think. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to feel. Why won’t they leave me alone? Is this a punishment or a reward? Do they have any idea of the madness in my mind?

Every time I see the sky my first reaction, my first instincts are to cry. And I do. A chance for my tears to touch the free air, a chance for them to be free. But I can’t be like this for too long. I don’t want them to see me like this for too long. It’s just me, it doesn’t really matter what they see. They see everything anyway.

But why? Why do they let me see the open sky? Why won’t they just let me die in this enclosed shell, in this darkness? I have to re-familiarize myself with the darkness, with the silence over and over again. These are punches that leave no bruises, they only leave pain.

This is torture. Hope is torture and death relief.

I need to sleep.


A few months ago I imported all most of the previous posts that had been lost due to constant shifting of blogging software and the long long breaks I took from blogging. Some posts are completely lost.

It isn’t so much that these old posts were great or anything, but I think it offers a complete picture of my insanity. I couldn’t import the comments, that’s where some of the real insanity was. Some posts do make me cringe. I also noticed that there were a lot more spelling mistakes in the older posts, this is simply because back then browser technology didn’t have built-in spell checking.

Anyway, I’ve pulled out some of the posts that I found interesting and/or fun:
A moment of silence – 2002/03/29
Quote of the Day – 2002/05/15
did somebody say ‘bon voyage’? – 2003/08/19 (cringe worthy, yet comical)
hello – 2003/10/25 (my favourite of the old ones)
insane in the… – 2003/11/04
jokes – 2005/06/14
Who am talking to? – 2005/09/01
TV Commercials – 2005/09/06 (hahaha)

30 Rock or How Tina Fey Is My Hero

This is simply a very very good show. It makes me laugh out loud. Though it did take about 3 episodes for me to really start laughing, but after that, it’s a hoot. I also like the opening/ending music and the background music.

The show was recommended by a classmate but I knew I wanted to watch it due to Tina Fey’s recent SNL appearances.

It must be super awesome to be the creator, producer, writer and star on your own television show. Wow. And you still find time to entertain millions by impersonating politicians who resemble you. Tina Fey, you are my hero.

You really should watch the show, it’s clever and funny.

less is actually really less, but there are some who interpret it as being somewhat more than it actually really is. in short, less is more… more or less…

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