one of those..

today was one of those
-beautiful mornings when I rose with a smile on mylips
-great days with soft sunshine and gentle breeze
-perky times when I felt I have all priorities in my life right
-connecting day when I spoke to my long lost classmate and we caught up with ol' times
-productive times, when I listed my todo list and actually struck off things from it(did u hear from me, rat?)
-just a happy day, with less than 7 days to some of the happiest moments in my life
-friendly days, when my roomie and myself had a nice walk and talk to the library

simply smiles,
C'est moi qui souris

lipstick lexion??

I am not a big make up beauty. Frankly, when I look at that tray, I have no clue which goes on which part of the face. I know bare minimums, like lipstick is for lips and eyeliner is for the eye. I always am amused at these articles on msn(or take your favorite time-pass site). Look at the one today: lipstick lexion. It advises: if you have a dark skin..now how am I supposed to know how dark my skin is, I mean, are we talking about dark like dark dark or are we talking about dark like medium dark or slightly dark. And wow..what is this dark tone that is being spoken about?and oh great! now I need to know if I have a medium skin tone with golden undertones, err..undertones?under to what? The article makes me give up all hopes of learning to make up. Me, who cannot draw a straight line of 2 cms without a scale, how can I hope to work with these unique tools of art aka lipstick,mascara... how can I hope to be a Rembrandt to paint Night Watch. It amuses/scares me to read the directions to apply on the sites..apply a dusting of translucent powder...oh, you lost me. I realized that I sport a bewildered look when I read these articles...who wouldn't? Imagine if I had to read these directions and follow them, God help me! I am supposed to get natural, understated wet look with a hint of color and varying degrees of shine. Help! this sounds a lot like deriving Penrose equation to prove disk accretion in Schwarzchild black holes(thanks VJ, for this part)..what now? Now, men of the world, do you understand, it would take us time to get ready, cause we need to get the right look and feel by throwing a slick layer of Hudsalva (Swedish, all-natural cocoa butter stick) or Vitamin E stick over a lipstick that is deep and riche so that with ingredients like porous silica seal it in, and cetyl octoanate, the lipstick would last longer.

Long live La langue de maquillage

a fresh lease of life

All she heard was..'I am sorry da, I don't know what to say, I love you, but..it was as though she had shut her ears to all sounds of earth, there was deafening silence that sirened in her ears. She felt sharp sting in her heart or mind, she could not tell. She could never tell if one loved with heart or mind played cupid. She wished it had never happened. Either she shouldn't have met him or she shouldn't have lent in to the emotions that so strongly swept her. He had called that day, he usually never calls, just stops by at her desk and picks her up and they both catch a quick dinner. She thought to herself, I should have seen it, he was more careful with his clothes, he was spending more time at his office, he was flying out of city more often, eating new cuisines. She should have noticed, he smelled differently, was more irritable, did not spend Sunday afternoon's lazing and reading books with her, she knew she cannot complain now. She was 24, knew she had the whole life ahead of her, thought of her responsibilities back home, she knew she cannot. She always lived denying herself any emotions, pain, sorrow from touching her too deeply. Somehow through the pages of time, she had hardened learning to accept a let down..somehow. Not today, it was her first cut, her first cut that pained her, she felt hit, deep and fresh and it hurt. She cried, and couldn't remember when she last did so. She felt weak, vulnerable and lost, couldn't think clearly and saw no hope. But deep down, she felt free, she felt liberated, a spirit of freedom, as though her soul got a new lease of life. She FELT and she was reborn. It was a fresh lease of life, flesh and blood.

Lie to Me

Inspired by the song with the above said title-Bryan Adams:

You said "Don't ask me any questions, I won't tell you any lies".
It comes as such a surprise,I think I will close my eyes to the pain
'Coz tonight I don't want to know where you have been
So won't you lie to me,Then I cannot be mistaken
Swear that you would lie to me,I don't want to hear my heart breaking.

Ever wished so hard that someone would lie to you, tell you what you just heard is not true, ever wished where you were is just a dream, a bad dream and kept hoping that you would wake up and find things just the same, happy and unchanged. Ever felt so much pain, that no tears can dissolve?Ever felt your heart sink, so heavily that you can actually feel the blood draw back from your face, felt your hand go chill and numb, felt a streak of thunder hit your backbone, heard a buzz in your eyes and felt giddy? Ever wished that pain would disappear when you close your eyes?Ever been hit by reality that things are changed, and never can be the same as it was in the past?Ever feared truth,never wanted to know it, knew what truth you thought was truth, was a lie actually, but still did not want to know the truth?Ever lived in peace with this truth?Ever heard one truth that changed everything about you, your life, your beliefs and changed your soul?
Caught in the maze of lies and truth, hopes and disappointments, the mind, heart, body and soul lives through the wheel of time.

eh oui, j'ai change

Was fidgeting with the template of this blog. Somehow, the dots on the template seem very limiting. Changed a couple of stuff here and there, gotta class to run to now. will think and pen later

mindless rambling

As I write this, I muse over the thought, do I actually pense and then write? It seems amazing that sometimes, I think in a mixture of languages and maybe while translating them into one universal language, it gets its artificial flavor.

of sandwiches and dirty boots

my first hiking trip yesterday. I am in Atlanta, Georgia visiting friends. We left early,at about 8.00 in the morning for a three hours drive. Throughout the drive, Radhika was talkative and kept us all in cheerful spirits. Providence Canyon, a small canyon here in Georgia was a quiet and pretty little place. We got the directions around the hike and started our journey. It was a beautiful morning, soft sunshine, trickling streams at the bed of the canyon, creeks..it was amazing. Surpringly, as we headed towards the bed of the canyon, all of us became extremely silent. We hiked a good 2 miles, in complete silence!!! It was as though nature decided to speak and it was those moments when the entire auditorium becomes silent to listen to a key speaker, waiting for him/her to impart all those learned values, waiting for a good humor, announcement of a award..yeah, that kind of silence. And the silence prevailed, as the canyons spoke to us. The bed of the canyons was really soft, soft mud. Rivulets running through, which looked as if it was changing its course as we stepped on them to pass through. Trees on the either sides, joined hands above our heads, leaves ruslted as we walked through. It seemed far away, away from this elections, results, emails, faxes, microwave, frozen foods..anything that we live on these days. As we climbed up, it got warmer, we continued hiking through the maze of trees and shrubs. We finally reached our viewspot and got a top view of the canyons, it was stunning..made me realize how small human being is actually against these huge forces of nature. We traced our way back and went to get a close look at the canyons, squish squashing through the moist terrain and coloring our boots with mud of color ranging from mud(?) to orange. Surprisingly, they were just moist mud, held together..suggesting the presence of a sea in this region millions of years ago. It was like hearing an extinct language being spoken and trying to understand it using cognates. Radhika kept talking to us about the Grand Canyons which made me resolve to head to see them soon. The traveler in me was awaken and hopefully, I see more of this USA as I loved seeing Europe. Finally wound up after a good 4.5 hours of hiking across a varied landscape and a tiring drive back home. Akila and Karthik, thanks so much guys for that fantastic dinner. I ate like I was starving 2 weeks! And the dessert after that..God!so much for the sandwiches and dirty boots.

blank pulses

Over the last few days, I have been having a writer's block. I open a nice blog and keep wondering what to write for the world to read for that day. It is all a process, thinking, observing and thinking after observing. May be even organizing all these thoughts to make a pattern and arrive at some conclusions.
I have some travelling to do during the upcoming days. As I await, I hope to see different colors, landscapes and moods. I would be meeting up with couple of my friends, after more than a year. I am going to be very aware of the changes I have undergone and also notice the differences they adopted.
still having a block..

Tuesday mornings

I have venetian blinds on my windows. As I look out, I see the hustle bustle of life around me..shuttle buses going back and forth, people walking in all directions. Now, this is one thing I have been thinking about since this morning. Ever noticed how students are always walking in all possible directions on campus?I wondered, walking, where these people are headed to(rushing to)..where are they coming from?what are they running to?won't each one of them have a story of their own, a story to tell? The soft droplets of rain kissed me and my thots Good Morning.

Yesterday was a long,tiring and unsuccessful day. Does the day always continue in the mood it started with?I had a bad start, and throughout the day, I never completed any of my activities(the final straw being walking 30 mins to reach the gym and then realizing that I am missing my id!). Even after being extremely cautious, I managed to fill a form incorrectly..I was so glad when I finally hit the bed at around 3.00 am.

Come this morning, the sky is being washed by pearls of rain, this droplets that washed the sky come falling down to kiss me. I let them disturb my thots..smile was born on my lips. The soft droplets of rain kissed me and my thots Good Morning.