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Waste Land – The Effect of the Human Side

Posted on 05 February 2012 by Tea Server

Waste Land was in my ‘to watch’ list along with anumber of titles that I have now decided to dig in before the list gets toolong. Now from my ‘to watch’ list, it has shifted to my ‘favorite’ list.

The film is based on the journey of the renowned Brazilianartist Vik Muniz back to his home land Brazil & Jardim Gramacho, world’slargest garbage dump. Muniz’s initial idea was to paint the garbage picturesbut after interacting with them, he came up with something better. He involvedthe pickers in his project by making them work on their own pictures with recyclablegarbage. To quote Vik ‘..so that they can say we did it, not that Vik did it.’Taking their pictures in natural & semi-natural environments, he thenguided them to recreating them with the material that they collected from thedump. In the end those pictures get a top ranking exhibition & the fundshelp transform the life of some of the pickers.

It is the human factor that touches you the most, orat least that is what impacted me the most. The horror of the mountains of thegarbage was taken over by the stories of the people involved & theirstruggle & aspirations.

Generally, we make assumptions about people based onour perceptions about them as per their outlook. Nobody bothers to look deeperthan the outlook, where the true story lies. As the saying goes ‘appearancesare deceptive’. These people who are disregarded as lesser beings have ideas& philosophy of life that can put the socially accepted intellectuals toshame. Some examples from the film include; Valter who argued with people that99 is not 100. Tiao Santos, who worked for organizing the community of thepickers, to ensure that they can put their demands in front of the authorities& how he kept going when even people who he wanted to help, did not believein him. Then there was another individual, who would pick books while lookingfor recyclable stuff & bring it to the community’s centre & intended tobuild a community library. He would be shocked to see that people throw awaybooks in their garbage. The women in the group were proud of the fact that theywere earning their living through hard work & not begging or prostitution. Theseare just few of the examples.

This is one side of the human aspect that touches you;the other is the one that is reflected by Vik Muniz. People, who when they gettheir goals give back to their community & not be ashamed of their rootsare not in the majority around us. To realize that it was a combination oftheir work & luck that got them where they are. Like Vik states that a lotof these pickers are from lower middle class families & they ended up therebecause drastic circumstances evolved around them & they had to be therefor their survival. Had something similar happened to him, he could have endedup there as well. Near the end of the film Vik says that when you don’t haveanything, you desire material things & when you have everything you don’tdesire any material gains. For himself he admitted that ‘I had to buy a lot ofcrap before I could get over my complex’. This view is not shared by a lot ofpeople. A lot of people cannot get over their complex & in some cases itgets destructive, both for themselves & others around them. In my opinion,those who will watch this documentary, (& I highly recommend that everyonedoes) he will be a source of inspiration.

There is a part where Vik & other collaboratorsof the project are discussing the long term effects on the pickers at the closeof their project, as a lot of them said that they didn’t want to go back. Theoption of flying them to London was under discussing. One opinion came thatpeople are fragile & once they get to see the other side, reconciling withtheir original status would have devastating effect on them. The counterargument was that if they don’t get to see the other side, how will they worktowards getting out of their present situation. I personally agree to this viewpoint. While this is a reality of life that not everyone will get the samestatus or rewards for their input, this is no reason for not giving everyone achance to try. Hampering this chance for others should not be allowed. Everyoneis entitled to the basics & then let the nature course take its route. Thisis a kind of mind set that we have towards education in our own country whichhas led to an education crisis.

If nothing else, the viewers will take home the ideaof giving back to your community & the realization that in search of doingsomething big, we lose out on the opportunities to make a significantdifference in a few peoples’ lives, which can trigger the much needed trickledowneffect.             


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Wicked Girlish Quotes

Posted on 04 February 2012 by Tea Server

We girls love quotes, specially when they are inspiring and more when they are wicked and inspiring. Here are some amazing girlish quotes and saying for girls. Hope you like the wicked part of these sayings. Enjoy.

Do you like them? Share your views and ideas about these wicked girlish quotes and sayings. 
You may like more Girlish Quotes on She Exists.

Audrey Hepburn Quotes – 1
Audrey Hepburn Quotes – 2
Marilyn Monroe Image Quotes – 3



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Part I: Weddings and other scary things

Posted on 02 February 2012 by Tea Server

like eye goop.

Get dragged out of bed by hopeful mum (shall explain adjective later), half a sock in tow, been told the light will go at 8:00 p.m; it is 07:30, need to select clothes, then need to press clothes, fast.  Should wash face too. Should. It is too cold to wash face. Don’t. Take tissue, rub face vigorously with moisturizer to wipe dirt and tw0-day old mascara which is frighteningly stuck at all the wrong places around the eyes (the corners, the tips etc.), eyes feel wide shut, open them, try again. Been told by brother that face is fat and nothing looks good, also been told to wear girly clothes to look like girl, nonchalantly agree to looking like girl, get black shirt out, no shalwar or pajama to go with it, get black jeans out, they would have to do, shirt is long, will hide jeans, no one would know it is jeans, triumph at spark of brilliance, mentally thump back.

Face looks clean after moisturizer rub, hate make-up, hide from mum who will force make-up, wait for lights to go so she does not see the no-make face, crunch up and play hair to give messy look, love  that best about self. Don clothes before anybody sees, is relieved when light goes, apply lots and lots and lots of kajal, been told eyes are beautiful, should emphasize.

Rush, rush, rush to the wedding venue, hopeful mum (shall explain adjective later) looks sweetly murderous when she can finally see face, berates for lack of make-up and messy hair, does not see jeans, triumph once again at spark of brilliance, could be brand ambassa(dress) of such jeans- thinks inwardly- tell mum there is no make-up in bag, do not like lying, tell her that camera man is upon us and now leaving, what is point?, no-make-up-face is already on record, she shrugs, tells in so many words t0 not-fuck-off anywhere because there is a long journey to embark upon, throws us both in a throng of glittery, shiny women with painted faces, hahahhah, faces look so big can imagine someone playing ball with them, tons of make-up must make faces weigh, well, tons- giggles at self , is so funny- pastes fake smile on face, big enough to look like smile, small enough to not show teeth, do not like teeth, teeth are ugly….  fake smile is slipping, hold onto it like would a rein of a marching horse or the stump of a wriggly camel… something is in eye, twitch replaces smile… still say hello-how-are-you–you-look-so-nice–doesn’t-she-mum?–oh-you-have-a-baby-too–so-beautiful–do-come-to-our-house-sometime–no-we-are-still-living-there–hahaha-no-do-not-want-to-get-married-now–hahahah-no-want-to-study–hahaha-yes-please-do-tell-if-you-find-a-nice-guy-for-me (so I stay faaaaar away from him, say inwardly)–yes-cannot-stay-young-forever-you-are-right– yes-digital-clock-is-ticking–yes-yes-yes-yes…..

Steer self away from one to have similar conversation with another, hopeful mum (shall explain adjective later) smiles, she appreciates acquiesce- will take revenge from her later-, oh, it is time to go see the bride now, is it?

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Unwriting, a sequel

Posted on 01 February 2012 by Tea Server

High on the ‘block’

He has a memory of a pick’s.

Pick, you know, like a drink pick or a cocktail pick, that small thin stick which we use to pick small eatables from? Pieces of cucumber perhaps or watermelon…

Alright, I know picks are things and things do not have memory.. unless of course if you are counting memory cards, mobile phones, sim cards, computers…(so I was wrong, things do have memory)…. Lets just say, picks are things which have no memory. You know how you pick something with a pick and put it in your mouth and that’s that?- that is the end of its very existence. Maybe it had been lying on a tray for a really, really long time but apart from that, this pick or picks in general are short-lived and terminal.

So you see why I say his memory is like a pick’s? I could have said his memory is like that of a gold fish but that would have defeated the entire purpose of telling something in a round about way, going this-away and that-away without really getting to the point, using a word so many times it starts to p(r)ick at you;  so much so that even when the word is not being used, it seems like it is and thereby, convincing all of the unfortunate one-or-two readers that you have to stop being (readers, that is).

The point is, and it is a universal fact (I use the word ‘fact’ very loosely because I really don’t think it is scientifically proven or even tested for that matter but if it were… ) that it is awfully irritating when people forget things which mean something to you and you told them repeatedly about it and they still manage to forget. And you, instead of taking it out at them, decide to write about it in the most bizarre fashion that your mind could whip up at that moment, and continue writing.

So yes, I am utilizing my phase of non-writing by writing about nothing. Perhaps my next post will be on my passionate love affair with punctuation marks; semi-colon in particular or on full stops alone and their significance in the world of running sentences, running lives- thronged with confusing emotions, bombarded with dizzying information, lost between the apprehension of death and the obvious disillusionment with life, unhinged, unsettling, flustered, befuddled foolishness…

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Unwriting

Posted on 31 January 2012 by Tea Server

Does one have to be a writer to have writer’s block?

Sit down. Be quiet. Don’t whine. Open word document. A fresh A4 page. Choose font to suit mood. Drop idea. Stick with Times New Roman. Move cursor to the top of the page. Prepare to write…. Prepare to write…

Stare. Stare. Stare.  Let fingers hover over the keyboard. Feel inspired. Feel very, very motivated to write. Mentally take your hand inside your head and rummage through looking for an idea. A figment of an idea perhaps?

Leave it. Get up and go for a long walk. How long can the mind remain blank? There must be some point when it stops being blank and throw over a nugget of idea, a simple thought, a sentence.. a word… an idea of a word?

Things are so topsy turvy, they are turvy-topsy. I feel I have a lot to talk about but I cannot quite form the right words. So instead I am writing about the state of non-writing.

How can it be writer’s block if I am writing? It is like selective amnesia, really. I have selective writer’s block. The mind refuses to produce bouts of ideas for what I want to write about and only words of frustration make sense and tumble out…

Then perhaps stop. Then perhaps sit back and decide not-to-write rather than to-write. Maybe the mind works like Thing 1 and Thing 2 from ‘The cat in the hat’. Order them something and they would guarantee doing the opposite. Maybe the mind is engineered to go as far away from things you are concentrating too much on, maybe it is lazy and exhausts easy.

So here it is. This is me stopping and unwriting. Lets see if it works. And soon.

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Tick-ling

Posted on 29 January 2012 by Tea Server

No one knows what makes your mind tick.. When you hear someone say something; read something in the morning newspaper; the bitterness of your morning coffee gets you thinking about bitter other-some-things.  


We all know that any sort of ‘ticking’ must have some emotion in the back of it all, which makes the ‘ticking’ longer and inspires an action, or feeling, from us.. That we may, or may not be proud of (but that’s another thing).
I have no idea what the scientific research on this says, but for me, its probably powered by emotions. For example, if I see someone fighting for a good cause, I’d feel happy, proud and get inspired to do something like that or at least take some action in support to that. 

Getting ‘ticked’ (in a positive way) is always healthy, and oh-so-important for a human to grow. If a human being isn’t inspired by a certain-something, how will we ever do things and become the people we’re supposed to become? Even if, say, one’s forced to study or not to lie, would that change the person inside? Maybe, a little. But even that’d be a short term change, and very superficial. In order for a human to grow truly, and from within, one needs to be inspired by something.. And that’ll only happen when something/someone ticks the inspiration button on. 

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Marilyn Monroe Quotes

Posted on 14 December 2011 by Tea Server

Marilyn Monroe, born Norma Jeane Mortenson but baptized and raised as Norma Jeane Baker; June 1, 1926 – August 5, 1962, was an American actress, singer, model and showgirl who became a major sex symbol, starring in a number of commercially successful motion pictures during the 1950s. [Wiki]

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She’s a big inspiration for ladies out there, her bold quotes are full of life and inspirations. Enjoy them.
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inspiring? Want more inspiration? Check Audrey Hepburn Quotes. Best inspiration for you ladies.
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20 Best Audrey Hepburn Quotes

Posted on 02 December 2011 by Tea Server

Audrey Hepburn (born Audrey Kathleen Ruston; 4 May 1929 – 20 January 1993) was a British actress and humanitarian. Although modest about her acting ability, Hepburn remains one of the world’s most famous actresses of all time, remembered as a film and fashion icon of the twentieth century. [ Source: Wiki ]

20 Best Audrey Hepburn Quotes
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1. I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.
2. I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it.
3. I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.
4. I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.
5. For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
6. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
20 Best Audrey Hepburn Quotes
Audrey Hepburn
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7. I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and… I believe in miracles.
8. I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I’d invented it, because it is very true.
9. I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.
10. If I’m honest I have to tell you I still read fairy-tales and I like them best of all.
11. If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.
12. It’s that wonderful old-fashioned idea that others come first and you come second. This was the whole ethic by which I was brought up. Others matter more than you do, so ‘don’t fuss, dear; get on with it.’
13. Let’s face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.
14. Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering – because you can’t take it in all at once.
20 Best Audrey Hepburn Quotes
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15. Pick the day. Enjoy it – to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present – and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.
16. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
17. The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.
18. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
19. The most important thing is to enjoy your life – to be happy – it’s all that matters.
20. You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.



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PEOPLE AND THEIR VIBES

Posted on 27 November 2011 by Tea Server

This post is based primarily on my personal experiences.

Vibes as in vibrations defines the very existence of everything which is out there in the form of energy or material. Everything in essentiality is a vibration.. the grosser the vibrations the grosser the material. Well that’s a lengthy study in itself. It should suffice to say that vibes are the energy field of a person which reaches out to the other though invisibly but almost everyone has a tendency to feel them provided you train yourself. An interesting example is that more than often we feel uncomfortable in the presence of certain people and very pleased in the company of some others for no objective reasons. That is that our inner selves are able to intercept and relate to certain energy frequencies that are exuded by each one of us. What I am about to write is about how I have met and known people through their vibes.

Vibes can be divided broadly into two categories, emotional vibes and spiritual vibes.

EMOTIONAL VIBES:

Every individual is a mix of emotions of all kinds. The basic the individual the more animalistic are their vibes. Most of the people who lead their lives on primordial scale of human existence are devoid of evolved human instincts and character. They are rudimentary in their approach towards almost everything surrounding them. It is not to be said that people belonging to lower stratum of society have to be this elemental and the ones belonging to the patrician classes have essentially evolved in their tastes; nonetheless the observation suggests that more you have grown out of basic desires happens only when the desires have been amply met with and man feels the need to evolve beyond the point of basic existence. But having said that I would state the reason why do I make above mentioned two categories for vibes if the finer people already know how to evolve and get their fair chances to develop into a finer being the categories could be on the basis of basic human vs. the finer one.

Well it is not that simple. Materially speaking a part of human being stays to be the very basic individual even when he loves poetry, music, arts or literature and the other creative disciplines. The vibes of a raw basic man would be uncouth, gross, aggressive, passionate, encroaching, lustful, even devouring…[provided there is a desired object in sight], quarrelsome, disturbing, jealous and so much more, howsoever the case may be. Such people can make the other person who is receptive enough, very unnerved and uncomfortable. On the other side of the line the finer people also have almost a set of above mentioned vibes but in a subtle fashion. Their vibes tell that they are sly, crafty, industrious, prolific, artistic, envious, domineering, certain or uncertain [howsoever is the case], pretentious, self-conceited, endearing, interesting, articulate, social, energetic, bohemian, some are even charmers but appealing on the basic level, caring, flirtatious, ravenous and many more. Hence the world is mostly full of these two types of individuals.

SPIRITUAL VIBES:

Now this class of people has also two sub groups. One would be oozing with emotional vibes alongside spiritual some would be dead placid that you would hardly notice if they even exist in form. Some people who are spiritually potent yet are engrossed in the worldly life have a great spiritual potential but are consumed in this life more than the ethereal one though spiritually. Their selves and the consciousness of being is very strong. They can charm you, entice you, goad you, and infest you with their presence. They are potential teachers. Their vibes are happy, energetic, vigorous, rigorous, attractive, healing, soothing, ambitious, arrogant, crafty, officious, colorful, flamboyant, caring and affectionate.

The second group of people is very interesting. These people are essentially dead as far as material existence is concerned. Now this doesn’t mean they have outgrown their basic human desires and instincts but that these aspects of human nature matter the least to them. They are placid in outward demeanors yet carry a fire inside of them and exude fiery, passionate spiritual vibes which can only be felt by the receptive ones. They are potential hermits and wayfarers by nature and by choice alike. No pivot in the physical anchors them hence their vibes are restless, passionate, agitated, mercurial, colorless, annihilated, dubious, magnetic and gravitational for their own genre of people, loving, nonchalant, and heavily disturbing.

I have broadly tried to describe how I have come to study people based on how they appeared beneath the skin to me. :)

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Of hearts, loyalty and trust

Posted on 22 November 2011 by Tea Server

Scratch that

Of Friends

I was always a bit of a hermit; easily confused for arrogance, my weariness or neglect rather, to socialize and make friends deluded all but me. Which brings me to how: I was always, always, always looking for me-time.

I was always looking to get away even with that limited number of friends who I loved and trusted and who loved and trusted me – and I shouldn’t take this from them- who bore me, who tolerated me, who took care of my mood swings and childish attitudes and complaints and my constant whining about everywhatever and laughed at all my jokes which laced with sarcasm. I would vanish off for hours without telling anybody; sometimes go hide in the computer lab, just to be alone. I would deliberately walk around the entire place, in the rain with my phone turned off (freshmen year comes to mind!). Funny how I always wanted me-time then.

Funny how I do not want it anymore

I had a flair for drama. I thought me-time was all deep and dark and mysterious and broody and sexy. It was maybe something I did not do deliberately, but I know I did. I wanted to wallow in the darkest moments of self-loathing and self-despair, I did not want to share, I did not want to sit and talk, I wanted to run away, far, far away. When I did talk to someone, it was  always a relief but – and although I don’t think I am a masochist- I never voluntarily talked. I would brood. And brood. And brood. And my idea of funny was dark cynicism which essentially threw stones at the world for just be-ing.

Oh don’t get me wrong. I still throw figurative stones at the world for being but I have come to accept it and I constantly find myself berating the old-me for being such a pain in the freaking arse! I find myself craving for the happy lull of friends around laughing at the fart-sound the couch made when someone sat on it- simply that. I find myself craving to reach out and put my arm around their shoulder in half-a-hug, laughing at something. I find myself needing someone who can sit infront of me so I can be negative and cynical and sarcastic and between all that, a little wise, a little funny, a little insolent. 

The irony of growing up is that you really want to be growing down. You dislike long dupattas (while you made saris out of them in youth), you want to cut your hair shorter and shorter (while longer hair was your ultimate dream as a child)… But I digress.

What I want to say is: I miss my friends. Yes, given that some of them are busy, some moved on, one turned out to be talking behind my back and then denying it (typical of so many girls!), the oldest one “cannot do this anymore” and the more recent one ”cannot do this anymore” either; I don’t know if I miss these friends or just miss friends, period.  

I guess I miss the innocence that friends bring with them; the sense of -in retrospect- gullibility that you can trust them, love them, be loyal to them and they will do all of that in return. I miss the ease with which you can rely on them, just call or message or mail and take up with them where you last left off- even if it was months back or just a day, not to forget their absolute acquiesce of your attitude and your odd sense of social etiquette including but not limited to, eating with your mouth wide open in sophisticated restaurants and talking to salesmen in a very fake but impressive british accent…

I always thought friendship, like love was about sacrifice. Doing things for your friends, being things to your friends… but sometimes I find myself thinking, maybe like all other things in the world, friendship is about selfishness, no different. You are friends for yourself, not the other person. You want more than give, you put conditions and time stamps on your feelings and you are constantly measuring, calculating, counting what you did and what they did and how they disappointed you.. never the other way around. What a scary thought that is.

… So if there were those who ”cannot do this anymore”, maybe it was my fault afterall.

 

 

 

This blog is ofcourse dedicated to F, Y and M.A; always and forever, there :)

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Of late nights, cigarettes and tea

Posted on 19 November 2011 by Tea Server

Back in college, every night was a late night, spent sometimes in an air-conditioned computer lab pretending to study or  sitting under a tree, on a wooden bench, pondering over the philosophy of existence, with a malbaro light hanging onto dear life from the two nimbly forefingers which would otherwise be pointing people out and laughing at their immature, obviously juvenile behavior at such a time of the night… Whether or not they were climbing a tree like a monkey is another story…

…criticism of the other and tolerance for, went queerly hand in hand here…

… also went, overdosing on tea, not drugs, sometimes falling asleep on the said bench, unawares, sometimes falling asleep with head onto a friend’s lap, amidst discussions into the epistemological approach towards modernity and post modernism or the loopholes in Descartesontological argument on the nature of God…forgetting in the morning who had the better argument but does that matter really?

Actually, back in college, every night was an early morning. We wouldn’t get tired of cup of tea after cup of tea till the head started to hum happily, singing songs of spring, asserting that sleep was something you did when you were done with life. We weren’t. And to proof the tea-effect right, we would roam round and round and round the campus, watching the miracles of nature unfold as we roamed: huddle of girls and boys sitting on the grass by the pavement playing hopscotch, sticks and stones or sometimes simultaneously singing out-of-tune lullabies to each other and giggling mischievously (even the boys!)

… another group sitting in a dark corner, cult-worshiping, head bobbing, lap thumping while one of them (the clear leader) plays the guitar with a passion reminiscent of the Zeppelin days, covering songs the likes of Pink Floyd and Coldplay (but, I never heard anyone play Meatloaf, what a pity!) … yet another corner has a couple, a literal ‘couple’ of angry birds demonstrating their anger at each other- rather civilly- by throwing dirty stares at one another, the female bird is the stare-master, hands down… and ofcourse, in contrast to these birds who are in dire need of anger management are the very familiar, the very beloved, love birds unashamedly, unabashedly canoodling away in broad moon-light….

…not to forget, lying squat in the middle of the road, on a speed breaker, a girl; spreadeagled, enjoying the view of the sky while one or two of her friends sit by her side, waiting for the stunt to be over and her philosophical bubble to burst so they could all go have a cup of tea…yet another one…miracles of nature indeed.

And the night goes past like that, without any care or worry. The research paper that had to be written will be written, the project report that had to be analyzed will be analyzed, between tea cups upon tea cups and an occasional indulgence of an extra puff, all the work will be done because the night, my friends is still young and shall remain so…

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THE VISION

Posted on 19 November 2011 by Tea Server

Blazing beings on a star lit sky

Like blazing heart and soul

A hut of weed and clay and straw

And a girl thus sitting by the door

Watching the amber and saffron sky

With teardrops running down her cheeks

They dropped on the fabric of firmament above

And not on her person weak…

Bowed down the clouds to steal them

To conceive some fertile raindrops

And shower them back on the barren souls

To bestow the soil with crops

The crops that would yield only love more n more

And would bring a harvest of colors and smiles

To the aching hearts perched on turbulent shores

And taken was she to the valley of devout

Where the mountain of courage stood tall

And few amongst the blessed were scattered in the vale

All vigilant to the Divine’s call….

She tiptoed on the flints of sacrifice and pain

Carrying in her a yearning heart

And heavens roared and poured its beads

On all the bodies charred..

Their eyes followed the breeze that hovered

Around her being so frail

As her reward was far from fulfilling…

She shrugged and left inmates and the vale

Until He called upon her

to make her stay with Him

And she knew not still if she was content

clueless jaded or grim..


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