Silent E.

"Who can turn a can into a cane?
Who can turn a pan into a pane?
It's not too hard to see
It's silent e

Who can turn a cub into a cube?
Who can turn a tub into a tube?
It's elementary
For silent e

He took a pin and turned it into pine
He took a twin and turned him into twine

Who can turn a cap into a cape?
Who can turn a tap into a tape?
A little glob becomes a globe instantly
If you just add silent e

He turned a dam - alikazam! - into a dame
But my friend Sam stayed just the same

Who can turn a man into a mane?
Who can turn a van into a vane?
A little hug becomes huge instantly
Don't add w, don't add x, and don't add y or z,
Just add silent e "

This is something I came across by Tom Lehrer, that genius. Letters can be so bloody powerful sometimes, and words are what make you you. I'm having this huuge insignificant moment now, I can't imagine how small I'd be if there were no words. Thoughts crashing around in your head, with no way out. Brr.

You.

I think there might just be a god.

I stood on my balcony last week and looked at the moon. It's enchanting, whole, perfect, emanating the kind of radiance even non-poets could wax eloquent about. There are jagged traces of yellow all around it, little jagged traces, just enough to flirt with the dark of the sky, just enough for it to almost say 'peekaboo' and disappear. For children to look at it in awe, in wonderment, in anticipation of newness. For lovers to stare at together, watching their common dreams unfold in the promise of the vast sky. For people to look at it for hope, for peace of mind, for things they look for in war and destruction, and never find. For me to be reminded of you.

To make me smile again. To see you in my mind's eye, perfect as always, running your hands through your hair. To think of your eyes, in all their gold-flecked russet glory. To picture you laughing your perfect laugh, even though I can't hear you. The silence is deafening you see.

I claim to be a cynic, a pessimist, who sees nothing wondrous in the world around. Someone who thinks the world lives and dies behind a facade of goodness, lifting at times to give us world wars and atom bombs. Someone who thinks there's nothing to live for, but the ultimate, all-encompassing armageddon.

I'm also the same person who looks at the moon and a lot of other things, thinks of you, goes dizzy with an onslaught of memories, and grins like a maniac.

I love you. Doesn't it show?
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PS: PURE FICTION.

MY 15TH. :D

My 15th birthday is something I will keep coming back to when I picture the perfect birthday.

Alright, I'm one of those people who are nearly impossible to surprise. That said, my friends threw me not one, but two surprise parties this year. And I was surprised not once, but both times. Okay FINE, so that blows what I said just now. Anyway.

Siddarth calls me like a week before my birthday and we plan a random meeting at subway the coming 28th. (Ok, my birthday's on the 30th of September, but I really had to blog about it) Soo, I say fine, and Sunday comes, and my mom and I spend the afternoon at fabindia kurti-shopping. My mom then drops me off outside Subway and I call Siddarth to ask him where he is. The following conversation ensues.

me: Hey man, where are you?
Sid: Uh, atu, I'm leaving. Where are you?
me: I'm there already, I'm standing outside.
Sid: Uh, okay, wait till I get there. There are monsters in there.
me: Eh?
Sid: No, just wait for me and Niran. It isn't a very good place.
me: O k a y. I'll wait for you guys at Nilgiri's then.
Sid: Great. Just don't go in ok? bye!

So I walk around Nilgiris, looking at the magazines and NOT the make-up like Vishal later claimed (wtf.), when Amritha calls me and tells me about how she's bored at home with nothing to do. I couldn't drop the monster thing though, and the possibility of a surprise.. hit me. Just like that. Aaand my knees went all weak, my jaw dropped and I'm pretty sure I choked up a bit too. I stood right there, ohmygodding till Siddarth and Niran arrived, Niran looking all spry wearing those hoops she keeps only for special occasions (Second clue, there!). We walk into Subway, rather undramatically, because I was so looking out for feet under the tables or.. something like that. The guy behind the counter was looking at me and towards the bathroom door all curiously, and THEN they all troop out, Vidyuth Kb Vishal John Amritha. I really don't remember how I reacted, what with Niran and Amritha commanding me to startcryingNOW!(I didn't, the initial throat-choking had gone away, all I think I did was grin like mad), but it was surprisingly awesome, how they'd kept this from me for so long and actually gone ahead with it despite me acting so nosy(I left those parts out, but I was nosy).

We took no pictures that day, or I'd so put one in here, except for this one to see how much taller Vishal was than me, but I think I deleted it right then. :|

Thanks you guys, I can sure tell you that made my year. :)

Part 2 will soon follow, my fingers hurt now.

the year that was.

It's been nearly a year since I even gave my blog the time of day, and something tells me blogging will seeeeriously help my nerves.

Okay, 10th std.

Sometime in May last year, I was inundated with people everywhere telling me how this year's going to decide where my life is headed and how I'd better jump into Muthannakulam if my boards become thandavaalam (Yeah, David said that. Something like it.).

Then the books came and we all drew up study timetables and compared them and tried fitting in two more hours of maths in there (pffft.). And THEN school started. W were practically alienated from the rest of the school (who, by the way, could never ask us anything but 'hi ka, how is tenth, hectic no?' when we DID run into them.), what with our crazy timings and such.

In a matter of three months, we'd finished half of our portions, gone on a day long trip to Top Slip (which was mad fun, despite the fact that we spent exactly two and a half hours at our destination and spent 8 hours in commute. That deserves a blog post of its own, cha.), and written around 4 slip tests, enough to tire anyone (ok, me) out.

Needless to say, the study plan lay forgotten, and I was perfectly content with the 90sth marks I brought home every other week. I had, what 7 months to go for the boards after all. And ha, who's gonna remember my slip test marks when I'm a diplomat with the UN? The quarterlies came by, and I conveniently left all the studying to 4amthemorningoftheexam, and spoilt Vidyuth's birthday for myself (the marks came out then). I got around 87% and around 7 hours of advice/lecturing/pep talks/what call you from the parentals.

The halfyearlies were slightly better, if that's what you call a 92%. At the moment, I'm feeling queasy everytime someone mentions May, cos really, I don't mind taking the boards tomorrow, its the results I hate thinking about. This might seem unnecessary to someone who's already taken the boards, but I wish I wasn't at this point of my life right now. :(

Also, I'm writing this with a revision exam the next day, and I do know that this isn't a very good comeback post nor does it tell you anything about the erm,' year that was' that you might've wanted to know. But hey, it sure feels good to tell people to STOP ASKING ME IF I'M GONNA GET A STATE RANK ALREADY on a public forum.

B-)
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I want to watch Delhi 6. I think Sonam looks supercute with those strands of hair framing her face like they do, aw.

Who wants to come with me?

This is to let you know..

..that my blog will continue to house terribly mokkai posts. Live with it.



Last read- The Kite Runner.
Impressed. Muchly.
After reading Khaled Hosseini, everything else seems lacklustre and bland. Profoundly moving and poignant.

*spoiler warning- if you are V or if you have not read the book, do not read the next two paras*

I don't know if its just me, but I've always found myself affected more by things I COULDN'T relate to, as opposed to things I could. That totally blows the 'sympathy-empathy' discussion doesn't it?

For example, in 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' (Khaled Hosseini's other effing brilliant book), I recall myself being extremely disturbed by what 14 year old Laila had to go through. That was nothing compared to how I felt when arguably the strongest character in The Kite Runner cried. The characters are sketched out so darn beautifully that you can't help marvelling at Hosseini's writing prowess. Written predominantly in Amir's point of view (lapsing into Rahim Khan's POV only in one solitary chapter), the writing is unapologetic. The Kite Runner is simply one of the very few books I've read that didn't have solely black or white characters. Amir's thirst for redemption and the way he uncertainly embarks on his journey to repair his flawed self is so real and so richly described, you could reach out and touch the story with your fingers.

I seriously can't do justice to the book without relying on clichés, so read it yourselves.
Rating-****1/2

Last watched-Jodha Akbar.

I was one of the VERY few people who liked the movie, I note. Not that I've seen many period love stories, but this will be the best. Now and forever more. I'd do anything to get these stupid Tamil-dubbed versions out of Coimbatore and the Hindi version back.

This is the second movie where I was actually pleased with the way Aishwarya Rai carried herself and yes, without that 'pancake on her face' (The first was Guru). Jodha is the kinda of woman you can't help but look upto. The independent lioness, yet the meek kitten. The fiesty lass, yet the dutiful family-bound daughter.
The role of Akbar seems chalked out for Hrithik Roshan, and I say this not only because of his drool-worthy, oh so sexy abs. Pshaw. Funnily, before the movie released, I was of the opinion that while Hrithik'd make a convincing Hindu ruler, he didn't really fit the bill when it came to Akbar. This was based on the pictures of Akbar I'd seen in my history book, mind you.

The chemistry, needless to say, is brilliant. She is colour to his black and white, pink floyd to his rage against the machine, the unperturbed iceberg to his hypersensitive nuclear reactor. Cha, *I* wanted that with *MY* soulmate!



LOOK at him. I never really liked him all that much before, but LOOK at him! *prises eyes away from screen with great difficulty*

Catch it with friends. You will not regret it.
Rating-****

Random Thought- What if Aishwarya Rai's dad had named her Atulaa?

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This is a fervent plea for comments. So please do oblige.

Mind eet!

I've never really understood the need for SMS lingo. I mean, I do understand that you do a lot of things with your fingers say, stick them up your nose, but when you're using a keyboard, it won't kill you to type in 3-4 extra characters will it? Hey, it sure keeps those fingers in shape!

Okay, check this-
"hiiii ur 2222222 swt.. i lv u.. frds 4vr!!!"

That was just an example, but I don't see the message coming through, do you?

A woman, without her man, is nothing.
A woman: without her, man is nothing.

The teacher said the student was a fool.
The teacher, said the student, was a fool.

Hence punctuate.

Sunday

I know I'm plagiarizing this from my other blog, but whatever. I felt like I needed this on the new one too. Oo by the way, did you happen to know that Princess Leia's only 5 foot nothing?!

*Yeh Ishq Hai-Jab we met*

God, I KNOW that there was a time when I couldn't possibly bring myself to listen to stupid commercial Hindi movie songs, but unfortunately when I told my dad that most of my music was gone, he downloaded 300 HINDI TRACKS for me. And that is that for now apparently.

I have a huge stock of Kisses at home now. Oh and Oreos too. I was thinking, instead of the clichéd wedding ring, the guys should think about giving their little hearts a lifetime supply of Lindt or something. No wait, I AM too much of a bling lover to pass a ring up, but hey anything works.

Talking about Kisses, picture this.
Michael J Fox-ish man- Hey, wanna kiss?
Woman- Sure! (puckers her lips expectantly)
Man- (Drops a Hershey's Kiss into her hand and walks off)

Hahahaha.

WHAT YOU COULD POSSIBLY SAY WHEN SOMEONE/SOMETHING SAYS HE/SHE/IT LIKES YOU-

Hmm, toughie. You could probably blush and paw the floor with your toes. You could maybe tactfully change the topic or if you luckily happen to be at a party and are serving the martinis or something, you can just say, “Oops, gotta keep passing!” (Not that it’s ever happened to anyone I know, but I just thought it would be an interesting way to escape intense embarrassment). In the remote possibility that you like the person in question, you could squeal and jump up and down on the balls of your feet. You could say “Ditto.”(Ooo my favourite! *grins and bats eyelashes* My way of paying homage to Patrick Swayze in ‘Ghost’). Oh yeah and Han Solo! “I know.” is by far the classiest reply someone can come up with!

Now, trust me when I say I’m not condoning the drastic rise of the ‘not-single brigade’ and please, please believe me when I say I’m pro-relationship! It’s nice to have an emotional rock to lean on and blah blah, but yeah, don’t center your life on whomsoever you asked-out/proposed to/like. Lawl.

And if you’re ever in dearth of ideas on what to say, just go “Look, your Worshipfulness, let’s get one thing straight. I take orders from just one person- me.”

So, yeah, Han Solo IS a nice blank-space-in-tête-à-tête filler. And yes, this was the randomest post ever. All I can say is I was inspired, Your Honour!

Princess Leia and Han Solo forever. <3

StupidRandomThing

Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

I got this from some random blog. And it is rather fun to do. And the fact that I am utterly bored does not matter. A bit.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
Go to Hell (Megadeth) – i'm like awesome!

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Wrathchild (Iron Maiden)- Hahahaha.

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Cure for the Itch (Linkin Park) – pardon?

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing (Aerosmith) – hahahahahahahahahahahaha!! :D

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Here Is Gone (Goo Goo Dolls)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Desperado (Eagles) - gethu no?

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Hello, I love you (The Doors) – YAY!!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Here without You (3 Doors Down)- um. *sniff sniff*

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
World Wide Suicide (Pearl Jam)- ok, WHAT am I to make of that?!

WHAT IS 2+2?
Ocean's Avenue (Yellowcard)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Don't Go Away (Oasis) – true, this.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Truly Madly Deeply (Savage Garden)- i LOVE this song. Freaky how the whole thing actually makes sense for me!

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Falling Slowly (Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova)- Um. yeah. That's fine.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Somebody To Love (Queen) - *beatific grin* Are you reading this Mr Soulmate?!

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
The sound of silence (SnG) – hahahaha, yeah RIGHT.

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Hey you (Pink Floyd)- say what?

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko (Yaadon ki Baaraat)- hmm, I just might.

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Bleed the Freak (Alice in Chains) – I would like that. Really.

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Clocks (Coldplay)- Um, close enough?

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Llama Song Tamizh (A.V.A)- hahahahahahaha :D

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Sweet Child o' Mine (Guns n' Roses) –Oh yes, my baybeesss!!! Come to meee!

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Don't go away (Oasis)- Ok. If you insist.
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Random Thoughts- My phone looks like a sophisticated soapbox with buttons.

And I can't seem to type in anything but italic. HELP!