My big bro set up a website for me. It's a trial site as of now, but I think its great. It's been a huge encouragement to keep at what I'm doing. The ideas are coming in aplenty and the feeling is great.
All doesn't seem as vain now.
You know how one happiness overflows into some other unhappiness and makes everything happy-happy. I know its sounding all garbled but you get the idea right?
If you don't, then you can suffice by just being happy with me now.
My site is about one of my passions in life - shoes. Like you know from the earlier blogs, I've been meaning to do something on my own. And I started painting on shoes. I've done a few for friend and my for moi.
It was my big bro who got me thinking seriously bout shoes and it is now him who is kindaa proud of his baby sis and is supporting me with both his shoulders. Thankya!
Friends too have been a huge encouragement. With prompt suggestions, ideas and criticisms. Thanks guys!
I pray that all this goes off as planned!
(Oh btw way the webpage is shoefu.wordpress.com)
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
happy :)
I'm happy.
I'm smiling and to myself. I'm just so happy.
I'm stuck in a job that isn't the job of my dreams and yet I'm happy.
I can see something on the horizon and it makes me smile, it gladdens my heart.
It all doesn't seem so vain now. I can see the sun shine on me. I look blessed.
I hope you're happy too.
I'm smiling and to myself. I'm just so happy.
I'm stuck in a job that isn't the job of my dreams and yet I'm happy.
I can see something on the horizon and it makes me smile, it gladdens my heart.
It all doesn't seem so vain now. I can see the sun shine on me. I look blessed.
I hope you're happy too.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
fluffy green clouds
The rains are here...
It isn't my fave season or anything. I'm more of a summer girl...yet when u've lived in Mumbai for all time, you can't possibly completely detest the rains.
I enjoy watching the rains, sitting inside the warmth of my home watching the drops hit mother earth and bounce off a bit only to embrace her again. Green is my favourite colour so i guess since everything is vert it appeals to me some more. The trees looks so magnificent and beautiful it reminds of clouds. Green clouds from which I could bounce up and down...up and down...up and down....bump...bump...bump...sorry I got a little carried away.
I'm nostalgic now...
It isn't my fave season or anything. I'm more of a summer girl...yet when u've lived in Mumbai for all time, you can't possibly completely detest the rains.
I enjoy watching the rains, sitting inside the warmth of my home watching the drops hit mother earth and bounce off a bit only to embrace her again. Green is my favourite colour so i guess since everything is vert it appeals to me some more. The trees looks so magnificent and beautiful it reminds of clouds. Green clouds from which I could bounce up and down...up and down...up and down....bump...bump...bump...sorry I got a little carried away.
I'm nostalgic now...
Monday, June 9, 2008
deeds of madness - trampoline
This was just after big bro's wedding. There was a lot of leftovers of both food as well as people. Close to home is a multiplex to which I have never been before. Tacky movie was being screened at the multiplex...but guests from afar wanted to check it out and all of us in general justwanted to get out and have a good time. So what the heck!
This multiplex also doubles up as a mall with fine dining restaurants and shopping arcades all under the same roof and blah! Chuck that.
The best part about mall 'Big' (that's what we'll call it for safety reasons) was the trampoline there. The bad part was that it was for kids...and in small print it was written that it was meant for small kids. Now tell me who ever would throw their small babies on a trampoline to be tossed around. Kids that have a sense of balance could play on a trampoline and I am included in that group of kids. But mister watchman was so stoopid and could understand that. But don't worry, I can get my way. Without another word I moved along with my family to watch movie 'Tacky' (again for safety reasons) :)
National anthem, movie, songs...songs, popcorn, movie, songs...songs, ending, exit. We were back to where my mind was - the trampoline. This time the annoying watchman was no where in sight and without hesitating for a microsecond I was on the trampoline jumping and freefalling only to hit trampoline just in time to do a somersault, and get back to my feet (I bet the somersault made me look like a spaz...but who cared!). Wow! the rush of blood to the head is great! I jumped again and again and once again.
My aunt from far away was aghast, my cuz had her jaw dropped to the floor, my big bro was watching out for me while my sis-in-la was having fun with me with her shouts and hoots. Mommy dearest was proud that her kid of marriageble age was a crazee lump. Just when I was soaking the many expressions the darned watchman came over from someplace and began swinging his lathi at me to get off the trampoline. Like I care! But none the less I got off, well after I'd had my share of fun!
Whoa!
The next time you see a trampoline make sure you get onto it. Even if it is for a short while before you're thrown out.
This multiplex also doubles up as a mall with fine dining restaurants and shopping arcades all under the same roof and blah! Chuck that.
The best part about mall 'Big' (that's what we'll call it for safety reasons) was the trampoline there. The bad part was that it was for kids...and in small print it was written that it was meant for small kids. Now tell me who ever would throw their small babies on a trampoline to be tossed around. Kids that have a sense of balance could play on a trampoline and I am included in that group of kids. But mister watchman was so stoopid and could understand that. But don't worry, I can get my way. Without another word I moved along with my family to watch movie 'Tacky' (again for safety reasons) :)
National anthem, movie, songs...songs, popcorn, movie, songs...songs, ending, exit. We were back to where my mind was - the trampoline. This time the annoying watchman was no where in sight and without hesitating for a microsecond I was on the trampoline jumping and freefalling only to hit trampoline just in time to do a somersault, and get back to my feet (I bet the somersault made me look like a spaz...but who cared!). Wow! the rush of blood to the head is great! I jumped again and again and once again.
My aunt from far away was aghast, my cuz had her jaw dropped to the floor, my big bro was watching out for me while my sis-in-la was having fun with me with her shouts and hoots. Mommy dearest was proud that her kid of marriageble age was a crazee lump. Just when I was soaking the many expressions the darned watchman came over from someplace and began swinging his lathi at me to get off the trampoline. Like I care! But none the less I got off, well after I'd had my share of fun!
Whoa!
The next time you see a trampoline make sure you get onto it. Even if it is for a short while before you're thrown out.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
my shoe journal
My journey started at the Bandra outfit of FDDI, did a short basic course and soon landed a job of a 'designer' at KAN Accessorise. Thanks to my teachers of forensic science!
At KAN as every fresher I learnt a lot and just absorbed all like a piece of sponge. My boss, was a great woman. I enjoyed a great amount of freedom at KAN. Everything from sourcing material and fittings to pattern cutting, designing, and finishing I saw and learnt at KAN. I even did up the window at one of their stores. But that didn't last for long. And for reasons best known to me, I quit.
Of the million things I learnt at KAN, the most important was that I realised that ethnic, bejewelled women's footwear wasn't my choice of footwear to design. But I sure did some while I was there...it was part of my job.
I'm working currently at a place that is miles away from designing shoes, but it ain't as far away from a part of me.
A huge part of me craves and knows that someday I will have my own line of footwear. Slowly and steadily I will get there. I remind myself each day, 'I won't succeed at something that I don't work for every single day.' Wise words by someone...I think it was Will Smith, not sure though. And I work at my dream everyday. Feels good, real good.
At KAN as every fresher I learnt a lot and just absorbed all like a piece of sponge. My boss, was a great woman. I enjoyed a great amount of freedom at KAN. Everything from sourcing material and fittings to pattern cutting, designing, and finishing I saw and learnt at KAN. I even did up the window at one of their stores. But that didn't last for long. And for reasons best known to me, I quit.
Of the million things I learnt at KAN, the most important was that I realised that ethnic, bejewelled women's footwear wasn't my choice of footwear to design. But I sure did some while I was there...it was part of my job.
I'm working currently at a place that is miles away from designing shoes, but it ain't as far away from a part of me.
A huge part of me craves and knows that someday I will have my own line of footwear. Slowly and steadily I will get there. I remind myself each day, 'I won't succeed at something that I don't work for every single day.' Wise words by someone...I think it was Will Smith, not sure though. And I work at my dream everyday. Feels good, real good.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
What's with speaker enabled cell phones???
What's with us? Why can't we contain ourselves within worlds of our own. There is such a strong spillover that I can hear the music streaming from your cell phone so loud that it seems like the ear phones have been plugged into my ears.
But what do I see? Your head phones aren't plugged into my ears and it ain't in your ears either.
This is the tech-devil, speaker enabled cell phone, speaker so loud that you could play music from your cell phone for the next drag party you throw or music so loud that your entire dormitory including the girls hostile can groove. Better still, music so loud that a 12 coach train can THUMP to the sound of music.
But I say hold on. This ain't a scene it's a goddamn arms race, and the arms are way strong. Each hand phone is better enabled to blast your head off your shoulders and make you move, with the music. This is a sure hit with the teens who mostly survive on good helping of the beautiful girls. The stack up on these phones is pretty impressive too. You can save loads of music on that little device that it would amaze our heroes of yore.
Well getting to the point, I am here to complain, like most times, about the inconsiderate nuts that put their phones on full blast while travelling. Be it in Buses, or trains or just about any public place where public behaviour is expected. We have lost a sense of being in places that ain't our homes. The sad part is that none of that music is pleasant on the ear...at least not my ears...generally the aunties play some sad old slllllllllllloooow song that doesn't show signs of ending soon. or else the wannabes who discuss the latest 'Seen Paul' track, Sean Paul must be turning in his non-existent grave!
I think it's very annoying to have someone else's choice thrust in your face and the same goes for unasked for music. There are earphones, why can't they use those. I don't fancy listening to someone else's junk so please go burp your music in someone else's ear...
i don't want it no thank you!
We need some serious training for these nincompoops!...
I think the time is right to launch htat finsihing school, wat say Indu?
But what do I see? Your head phones aren't plugged into my ears and it ain't in your ears either.
This is the tech-devil, speaker enabled cell phone, speaker so loud that you could play music from your cell phone for the next drag party you throw or music so loud that your entire dormitory including the girls hostile can groove. Better still, music so loud that a 12 coach train can THUMP to the sound of music.
But I say hold on. This ain't a scene it's a goddamn arms race, and the arms are way strong. Each hand phone is better enabled to blast your head off your shoulders and make you move, with the music. This is a sure hit with the teens who mostly survive on good helping of the beautiful girls. The stack up on these phones is pretty impressive too. You can save loads of music on that little device that it would amaze our heroes of yore.
Well getting to the point, I am here to complain, like most times, about the inconsiderate nuts that put their phones on full blast while travelling. Be it in Buses, or trains or just about any public place where public behaviour is expected. We have lost a sense of being in places that ain't our homes. The sad part is that none of that music is pleasant on the ear...at least not my ears...generally the aunties play some sad old slllllllllllloooow song that doesn't show signs of ending soon. or else the wannabes who discuss the latest 'Seen Paul' track, Sean Paul must be turning in his non-existent grave!
I think it's very annoying to have someone else's choice thrust in your face and the same goes for unasked for music. There are earphones, why can't they use those. I don't fancy listening to someone else's junk so please go burp your music in someone else's ear...
i don't want it no thank you!
We need some serious training for these nincompoops!...
I think the time is right to launch htat finsihing school, wat say Indu?
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
tick tock tick tock...and this ain't the clock
I've been thinking about this for the longest time. I know what i want, and i know what i should do. And yet i don't know what i want and what i should do. Eeps! I can't be in a mess, not now.
I know for sure that this isn't the job of my dreams, man this ain't even the job I'd want to do in my scariest dreams. But I still come here every morning and write.
Doesn't mean that it's a bad job...it's just that in some way I don't relate to this.
But I know that when I see an airplane in the skies I can only think of myself flying to college, when i look at shoes, i get a tingle all over me. Man! when i even see a suitcase in a store I can pick one which will be large enough to carry my year's supply of clothes and essentials when I'll be at LCF.
It's been real long since I've be this focussed and I like it.
I think I want to document all that I will be doing this time on my dream. I want to work hard and work hard each day on this. I want to work hard so at the end, if I don't achieve what I set out to get, I won't feel that I didn't give it my all or if I do get what I wanted it'll taste real sweet!
I've always been crazy about shoes like most girlie's. I'd always make sure that my shoes matched the rest of my clothes. I'd shop for shoes, keeping in mind the different ways that I dress up. But my entrepreneurial twist came when my brother told me that it would be more afforadable, if I made me own shoes, considering the number of shoes I buy and the money that my Mom spent on it for me. My single eyebrow perked up and the idea bulb came on! Why not I said???shoes???
I started off at a franchise of FDDI in Bandra all thanks to a friend who knew about it. Did a basic course in footwear designing and new from day one, that this isn't boring at all.
I know for sure that this isn't the job of my dreams, man this ain't even the job I'd want to do in my scariest dreams. But I still come here every morning and write.
Doesn't mean that it's a bad job...it's just that in some way I don't relate to this.
But I know that when I see an airplane in the skies I can only think of myself flying to college, when i look at shoes, i get a tingle all over me. Man! when i even see a suitcase in a store I can pick one which will be large enough to carry my year's supply of clothes and essentials when I'll be at LCF.
It's been real long since I've be this focussed and I like it.
I think I want to document all that I will be doing this time on my dream. I want to work hard and work hard each day on this. I want to work hard so at the end, if I don't achieve what I set out to get, I won't feel that I didn't give it my all or if I do get what I wanted it'll taste real sweet!
I've always been crazy about shoes like most girlie's. I'd always make sure that my shoes matched the rest of my clothes. I'd shop for shoes, keeping in mind the different ways that I dress up. But my entrepreneurial twist came when my brother told me that it would be more afforadable, if I made me own shoes, considering the number of shoes I buy and the money that my Mom spent on it for me. My single eyebrow perked up and the idea bulb came on! Why not I said???shoes???
I started off at a franchise of FDDI in Bandra all thanks to a friend who knew about it. Did a basic course in footwear designing and new from day one, that this isn't boring at all.
Friday, May 9, 2008
CID needs a thrashing
I've wondered how to vent my frustration about this particular issue for a while now. But as you must have figured out by now (if you regularly read up on me) that i'm a little challenged sometimes and my head doesn't function as it should. Hence kindly excuse.
There's this serial that is a part of Indian television called CID (which stands for Crime Investigation Department). It is on the lines of CSI and is a good watch...or I would say was a good watch.
When the serial started, about 10 years ago, it concentrated on solving crime; gathering evidence, processing it and finally finding the the perpetrator. Though the procedure was quite rural and not all sensible procedure was followed it was good. It was one of the first serials to have included forensic examination as part of crime solving technique.
But over the years i feel the production team has lost its mind. Instead of following lead with examples from CSI and similar formats, CID has become more of a laff riot. If i had the chance to express my frustration I'd say...'utter bullshit'
But since its a programme for family audience i will steer away from use slang.
Following the foot steps of the many inane soap sagas on television, CID has ended up being a show where the CID officers ridicule each other and don't let a chance to put the other one down. Quite like the vamp's on the idiot box.
It's boiled down to petty fights and loud voices when they need to behave like dignified professionals whose sole aim is to ensure that the city sleeps well and doesn't have criminals roaming the streets.
I've lost my respect for the serial and don't think I'll watch again. They had one true fan who was truly passionate about it and even went ahead to study forensics...
But i guess they don't care about the loss.
Burp! now that this is off my chest...it feels good.
There's this serial that is a part of Indian television called CID (which stands for Crime Investigation Department). It is on the lines of CSI and is a good watch...or I would say was a good watch.
When the serial started, about 10 years ago, it concentrated on solving crime; gathering evidence, processing it and finally finding the the perpetrator. Though the procedure was quite rural and not all sensible procedure was followed it was good. It was one of the first serials to have included forensic examination as part of crime solving technique.
But over the years i feel the production team has lost its mind. Instead of following lead with examples from CSI and similar formats, CID has become more of a laff riot. If i had the chance to express my frustration I'd say...'utter bullshit'
But since its a programme for family audience i will steer away from use slang.
Following the foot steps of the many inane soap sagas on television, CID has ended up being a show where the CID officers ridicule each other and don't let a chance to put the other one down. Quite like the vamp's on the idiot box.
It's boiled down to petty fights and loud voices when they need to behave like dignified professionals whose sole aim is to ensure that the city sleeps well and doesn't have criminals roaming the streets.
I've lost my respect for the serial and don't think I'll watch again. They had one true fan who was truly passionate about it and even went ahead to study forensics...
But i guess they don't care about the loss.
Burp! now that this is off my chest...it feels good.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
the selfish world we live in
I heard this some time ago, a kid was watching television when the i-pill ad came on. (Damn cool ad, very well done. The actors too very good. All spoken without words. Int he advertising frat, the ad deserves to win awards. But getting back to what i was saying.) The kid looked away from the television and very sagely told his mum, "you know mum i don't like this ad at all." His mum was stunned and so was i when i heard it. He continues, "This medicine can be no good. Its so selfish, its only for one person. How can it be 'I pill'." I continued to be stunned, what the kid said made total sense. The emergency contraceptive pill is for selfish people. I'm not trying to be judgmental or anything. A certain radio spot that i heard for another contraceptive used words very unwisely. I don't remember them verbatim but what it said was vaguely this, "but I don't want to get pregnant'. I don't understand how she could make the sole decision of whether or not THEY want a baby. When i hear these ads, it sounds as if getting pregnant is a bad thing like taking drugs is. We are so used to living in a cushioned world and so used to getting away with whatever wrong we do that we've forgotten that we've committed murder. Just coz, there isn't a dead body to see, or there isn't blood traced back to you, not autopsy involved, or no crime scene that what you've done is correct. Its wrong. And you know that. I think we've all in some way changed fundas. The funda is that as long as you're not caught you've done no wrong. We want to enjoy all about life with a selfish attitude towards it and then not have to shoulder wht comes with it. Why is it so difficult to understand that with power comes responsibilty. I didn't hear this in Spiderman for the first time...but i remember reading this in my Civics textbook in school. And mind you, Civics was my most hated subject.
I don't understand how, after you've killed one baby before it could breathe life from you and see through your eyes, how can you love the baby that you actually bear after very careful planning. I don't think you can love that baby selflessly, you are too busy loving yourself more.
I don't understand how, after you've killed one baby before it could breathe life from you and see through your eyes, how can you love the baby that you actually bear after very careful planning. I don't think you can love that baby selflessly, you are too busy loving yourself more.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
santana- i'm feeling you (feat. michelle branch)
Sometimes I imagine the world without you
But most times I’m just so happy that I ever found you
It’s a complicated web, that you weave inside my head
So much pleasure with such pain
Hope we always, always stay the same
I’m feeling the way, you crossed my mind
And you saved me in the nick of time
I’m riding the highs, I’m digging the lows
Coz atleast I feel alive
I’ve never faced so many emotional days
But my life is good, I’m feeling you
I’m feeling you
You go, and then I can finally breathe in
Coz baby I know in the end you’re never leaving
Well we’re rarely ever sane
I drive you crazy and you do the same
And your fire fills my soul
And it warms me up like no one knows
I’m feeling the way, you crossed my mind
And you saved me in the nick of time
I’m riding the highs, I’m digging the lows
Coz atleast I feel alive
I’ve never faced so many emotional days
But my life is good, I’m feeling you
I’m feeling you
(P.S. i'm not that mushy but just for this one time...excuse moi)
Sunday, February 3, 2008
the weirdity of weirdity (or watever else it is!)
im not much of a believer...i don't believe in astrology. i don't believe in numerology. i don;t believe in tarot readings or any other such thing that fits the list. i don't believe in black magic, nor do i believe in the bad luck that comes with black cats. but yeah i believe in god and that's just about what i manage. ...you need to know one more thing, i can sometimes-i mean sometimes- do some stuff just for the heck of it. and that s wat i recently did. i saw this ad for a free astro reading. it kept saying free! FREE!FreE!fREe! so i sent them my birth details and waited. they sent me something. i was glad. it talked about some transit period that was going to some. real soon. and how it is the most important time in my life and how i need to be fully aware of it. how this transit will affect my job, my family life my social and then they said the four letter word, even my love-life. gosh! this was getting serious business. i wanted to know what it was that time held for me in a small flash of light that hadn't come to earth as yet but this astrologer could see it all those light years away. i read like a worm only t come down to what i call an asterix. it said, in order to know any further details i need to log onto the website and fill in some other details...oh blast! well i even did that. i logged on and was ready to fill details, but was happily disappointed to know that the details were those of my credit card. sorry m'am! not happening. i logged outta the page. i know i was a l'il tempted when i signed onto the free astro reading, but im a l'il miserly too with my money. i don't have 3000 bucks to supply to some foreign economy, no siree i dont! so i just forgot about it. but guess wat they dont just give up.i get another mail in a few days stressing ow very imperative it is for me to allow the astrologist to proceed with the reading by making that payment. sooorrrrryyyyy not happening. delete mail.but do they give up? no. not yet. i get yet another email which was like a sounding bell. it carried so much weight that it was bogging down my computer. it carried the dates since when my transit period would start.now here they're talking something!piqued my interest again. so go on...tell me...i won't disturb you. at the end of this mail too was the asterix.but i've decided to bank on the complexity in my astral sign to making so imperative for me to know about this transit period just like that. well they've told me so much, might as well just blurt out the whole thing, right?
blah! blah! and blah!
i talk a lot. i could be branded as a blabber mouth. but there are few moments when im quiet...and i mean real quiet. these moments though rare are moments when i'm closest to myself. these moments are my god conversations.its amazing how many thoughts come into my pea sized brain, but all of these thoughts are responsible for me being me. i don't talk bout these things. not very easily though. these thoughts come up during my god conversation's. sometimes i can come up with the most insane possible explanation for what i did and why i did it. (a lot of this cud be attributed to my loyalty to calvin and his cuddly tiger hobbes). i cud be completely stoic to whats happening around me if everyones panicky, and then i cud scream and bawl if a rat died on the road and say a silent prayer for the rat.i can talk to random people on the road but cannot muster the courage to go for a meeting with the list of people that i'm supposed to meet. well, i think i kno why i don't just get up and go meet them. that's coz, i don't give a lame rhino's ass about it. i don't want to know about the stoopid idea that the client wanted to talk about or the even stoopid explanation that they give you for coming up with it. it doesn't matter to me so i dont bother...hence, dont make me bother. i can't see the sense in doing sumthing witout seeing some sense in it. thats finished.next!im sleepy actually now...i know ill leave it half way through but im sleepy now!...good night!
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