Monday, January 30, 2006

Whats the fuss about?

Read somewhere that oprah's upset with frey for lying abt bits in his memoir. but me wonders why take it so personally? haven't we all fibbed, concocted, imagined bits of our life at some point of time. Romanticizing our childhood, good old bachpan ke din, waxing lyrical abt how it was when we were young and without care. Were we, really?

And after all, its just a book. He wrote it. He imagined bits happening to him. Bad ppl and evil stuff. Became a bestseller bcos he writes well and convincingly enough, so much that it broke thru the bestseller roof. So, the ppl who read it turn out to be suckers, oprah one of them. Big deal. Seems he apologized and grovelled. Funny. Humans.

a movie

saw paheli yesterday on cable. was all prepared to dislike it, mostly due to shah rukh khan, i can't suffer him since his johar-farahkhan creative (?) nexus began. but surprise surprise, the movie's engrossing in a quaint way. the premise is interesting, a ghost who loves a neglected woman and showers her with TLC. didnt catch the ending, but i think it was happy. rich visuals, lilting music and fine performances. tho he just can't help ham a bit as usual.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

wise words

to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else
means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight
and never stop fighting
~ e e cummings

Saturday, January 28, 2006

One dry Sunday afternoon

Spaces between
Originally uploaded by phoenix_7.
man walking.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Flickr'd and loving it

Well, I got it too now. Flickritis. Have been hooked onto the Flickr thingie for the past few days. Justbumped into it in some offchance manner, the way it is always with this net-mos. Its from ppl from all over...and such exquisite ones, some. Getting my pics seen by strange eyes too...not much of a collection yet tho. But am so busy just enjoying the whole experience. Like its always with me...the first grand flush.

I recommend it to anyone who likes pics - taking and just seeing, and maybe likes interacting with fellow homo sapiens.

Under the veil of anonymity tho. For a private person like moi, that is absolutely essential. Like with my blogs. Its my life, in patches, online, but no one I know knows and yet its public. Kinda corny. Not that I think anybody's ever read it. I have like a zillion blogs inside me every day, but only 1 makes it. Like the sperm that makes it. :-)

Anyway, thats one teeny grand passion for me...for now. Tomorrow's another day.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Riding the metro

I rode it finally. A befitting way to end the old year and begin the next. People of all hues and sizes, dressed to the tens, happy faces, enthusiasm running over.

Zipping past the underbelly of the city. The zeal was infectious. I felt like a 7 year old again, squealing at the rides.

CP as magnetic as ever. Sepia memories flooded back. Chilldhood, youth spent in its orifices. 'This used to be my playground'...