Archive for March, 2009

मेरे मन के अंदर एक विरह्नि नारी बसी है …(in my mind dwells a sorrowed woman)

March 30, 2009

This post is derived from a fellow blogger Axinia’s post on her blog

It is an essay written by one of her friends and talks of the essence of the feminine form and its absolute role in our existence. Indeed it is a very complete thought and all the more well written. It begins with the able support of a Carl Gustav Jung’s quote: Every man carries within him the eternal image of woman ….… a deposit, as it were, of all the impressions ever made by woman” – Collected Works 17:338and what follows is nothing short of the extraordinary in terms of both the writing prowess and the quality of thought. A great read.

To me it was more relevant because it reminded me of this movie ‘Suraj Ka Satvaan Ghoda’ (Seventh Horse Of The Sun) (again!) where the script utilizes a rather similar thought (which is said to have been penned by Tagore). That scene I’m attaching here – (more…)


Sax on the beach

March 26, 2009

I fell in love with the melody of the saxophone when I heard George Michael’s song ‘Careless Whispers’. That was long back during my engineering days; I had listened to the song all night that night. And I have loved the saxophone ever since.

I think the strain of the saxophone is matchless; something that other wind or stringed instruments cannot create. Unlike the delicate, contemplative violin, or the sophisticated piano, or the platonic-sounding flute, or the youthful ‘ting ting’ (ok, ‘strum’ ‘strum’) energy of the guitar, the mature, seductive, and heavy strain of a Saxophone starts whipping the romantic crap inside my head. It has a more (more…)

Suraj Ka Satvaan Ghoda

March 19, 2009



Saw the movie ‘Suraj Ka Satvaan Ghoda’ (Seventh Horse Of The Sun) and liked it, even along with the confusions that it left me with. It is directed by Shyam Benegal and is based on a novel of the same title by DharamVir Bharti. (that book I haven’t read though)



The movie clearly reminded me of Dharmvir Bharti’s typical style of writing (and credits are due to the Director); even his book ‘Gunahon Ka Devta’, which I read earlier, shows a similar anti-idealistic (not using the word realistic as it is necessarily positive) character of its main protagonist and heroines, and others. The script and its style of narration are such that the story is very open-ended, at all points, including the end, and hence, madly thought provoking. So much so that (more…)

The blue-footed booby

March 15, 2009


She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child,
But she’s always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she’ll never believe
And she’ll take what you give her, as long as it’s free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she’s always a woman to me

Oh–she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh–and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind


And she’ll promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she’ll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you’re bleedin’
But she’ll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she’s always a woman to me
She is frequently kind
And she’s suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She’s nobody’s fool
And she can’t be convicted
She’s earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she’s always a woman to me.

~ Billy Joel, ‘She’s Always A Woman To Me’

ManU versus Liv’rpool – as live as it gets..

March 14, 2009


This is as live as it gets.

I’m not a big follower of any football league (I mean I’m not crazy enough to discuss or even worry about things like which team is moving where, and how, in the points chart), but once a while I watch major clashes so earnestly that I wonder if I sometimes completely forget to nurse some dormant passions. (*woooops*…rooney just had an ass of an attempt from a difficult angle; lucky Liv !!)
I cannot go ahead without writing that I’m rooting (in as much as my rooting can be taken as genuine considering that I’m just a fan, not any fanatic) for Liverpool 🙂 for the following reasons: (more…)

“बोलता को बोलता नहीं बोलता तो क्या बोलता??”

March 12, 2009


wasp‘Bolta’ is ‘wasp’ in bengali. One of my bengali friends at my workplace was telling me this story about his childhood (and I’m sharing because somehow I found it hilarious; hope you too)

Once on a school picnic trip, where these guys were enjoying in the outdoors, some wasps got annoyed (perhaps correctly thinking that the place belonged more to them than to some hullabaloo-causing children) and tried to chase these guys away (or rather, as I understand, they were just flying around to scare them and these guys started to run, as if they were really being chased, further, as if, they could beat the chase had had those little-yellow-stings decided to kiss them!) Now, amidst this panic, one girl decided to run upto this school security guy who was resting under a tree near-by. He had accompanied them perhaps to handle the kind of pressing problems these kids were right then in. Our security guy happened to be a nepali (no offence meant, but no prizes for guessing either 😉 and other than his mother-tongue, he could understand bits of hindi, but not in the least, bengali. This girl wakes him up and says, (more…)

the hyphen story

March 10, 2009


elecmagDo you know how a hyphen is used, gramatically, that is? Sorry, let me re-phrase. Do you know what confusion, even heartbreak, can not knowing the proper usage of the innocuous-looking hyphen cause?  (look, I just used one correctly here, in the previous sentence ;))

I have a little incident to share on this. Here:

Remember there was this theory in electromagnetism that we studied during younger days that when a conductor carrying current is placed in a magnetic field, it experiences a force (bla bla….this force is a function of the strength of the magnetic field and the magnitude of the current (F = il* B ..that’s a vector equation…bla bla….I’m not getting any further into the physics of it)

In an exam (that was way back, in 9th standard), in answer to a question, I wrote “…..when a current carrying conductor is placed in a mag field….”. While the answer was correct, my physics teacher (a pale looking, surely very finicky and perhaps very intelligent, Mrs. Pitambar) underscored in red “….. when a current carrying conductor is placed ….” and on my asking what was wrong with it, said “How can current carry a conductor?? It should be “…when a conductor carrying current is placed…”

I lost a then-seemingly-crucial 1 mark, and (more…)

portrait of a woman

March 9, 2009

dsc04315I did this sketch in may be one of my chauvinistic moods. It depicts the state of women today; how she has become a non-identity in the crush between the modern and the older times. Only if one could understand what I am really trying to say..

PS: Bring the brickbats ppl..

of dreams and dares..

March 9, 2009

These are probably the most inspiring lines I’ve ever read..

रात यों कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद,                                        night
आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव होता है!
उलझनें अपनी बनाकर आप ही फँसता,
और फिर बेचैन हो जगता, न सोता है।

जानता है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ?
मैं चुका हूँ देख मनु को जनमते-मरते
और लाखों बार तुझ-से पागलों को भी
चाँदनी में बैठ स्वप्नों पर सही करते।

आदमी का स्वप्न? है वह बुलबुला जल का
आज बनता और कल फिर फूट जाता है
किन्तु, फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो?
बुलबुलों से खेलता, कविता बनाता है।

मैं न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली,
देख फिर से चाँद! मुझको जानता है तू?
स्वप्न मेरे बुलबुले हैं? है यही पानी?
आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू?

मैं न वह जो स्वप्न पर केवल सही करते,
आग में उसको गला लोहा बनाता हूँ,
और उस पर नींव रखता हूँ नये घर की,
इस तरह दीवार फौलादी उठाता हूँ।

मनु नहीं, मनु-पुत्र है यह सामने, जिसकी
कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है,
बाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल,
स्वप्न के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है।

स्वर्ग के सम्राट को जाकर खबर कर दे-
रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे,
रोकिये, जैसे बने इन स्वप्नवालों को,
स्वर्ग की ही ओर बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे।

~ रामधारी सिंह दिनकर

‘May contain peanuts’

March 8, 2009

alifechoc1Even though I might not be able to pronounce it neatly, I have this phobia called ‘Arachibutyrophobia’ – it’s the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of one’s mouth. While phobias themselves are rare, I bet this one is quite, quite a rare phobia to have. What I have however is a slight variation of it; I have a phobia of anything slimy sticking to the roof of my mouth – it could be boiled potato (“dear ma, no offence, but i’m scared of your curry sometimes”), a mango peel or (more…)