MakeoveR!

Yay, a new design will be approved by our government today for the Indian Rupee.No more of writing Re. or Rs. before every Indian currency denomination. Today, we join the elite club of the US Dollar, British Pound Sterling, Euro and Japanese Yen that have a clear distinguishing identity. Cool, right? :)
 These are the 5 finalists. I didn't even know there had been such a contest going on! Apparently, it's been on since March last year! :0

 My vote is No.3, just for the visual appeal of it! I don't see how any of them represent the "historical and cultural ethos of the country", anyway.
My bets are on No.3. Let's see how I fare. :P

Btw, it was Messi's birthday yesterday! Messssssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! Maradona Hand of God's very own protege! Prediction No.2 for the day. Argentina will win the finals!
Here, watch a video of Baby Messi doing what he does best.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bS6nS8W0bOU&feature=player_embedded

P.S. Feeling a little blah-ish today, healthwise.

Later.

A Perfect Day. :)

Breakfast in the Cape of Good Hope, southwestern most spot of Africa. Warm currents from the Indian Ocean and cool Antarctic currents converge in this stunning spot whose happy name bestowed by John II from Portugal.
Rounding the cape suggested that a feasible sea route existed from Europe, around Africa, to India.

To comprehend the existence of 'moai' over lunch, which is what these Chilean statues on Easter Island are locally called.

 Maybe a quick trip to see these whirling dervishes in Turkey.

 Tea at Stonehenge, composed of several Neolithic monuments and burial mounds from 2500 B.C., in the small English county of Wiltshire.

A dream drive down Oregon's Highway 101 in this beautiful twilight!

A midnight horse ride past the famed ancient amphitheater Colosseum in Rome.

 

Home sweet home Mumbai!

Good Night. :)

To A Cynic.

A perfunctory hello. Or hi. Or namaste.
Are you dissatisfied with my greeting already? You're the cynic, you tell me.

You seem to revel in your state of cynicism, a remarkably distasteful quality in my eyes. I would like to know why, so I can understand you better.

My idealistic understanding of why you are a cynic is this. That your expectations from life, society and people are altogether too high, and reality terribly disappoints you. You have, for reasons ranging from dissatisfaction to being chic, thrown away the rose-tinted glasses with which you viewed existence.
Or is it your attempt to fit in, or stand out, by imitating contemporary sitcom-inspired sarcasm?
A Denny Crane amidst us Danny Tanners? If I were a cynic, which I'm most grateful I'm not, I would only smirk at the glibness of the sardonic antics I see on television.

Does cynicism provide short-term comic relief? Sure.
Who doesn't enjoy bitching, groaning, sniping once in a while?
But ultimately, it promotes the ideology that to crib and to be a slacker is just fine. "We're dissatified with the way things are, and we'll scream about it from our very comfortable leather sofas without moving a finger to drive change," seems to be your motto.You are brimming with blame for just about everything, pointing fingers shamelessly without once taking a look at the coward you yourself are. Yes, you hate hypocrisy, yes, you resist convenient lifestyle adjustments because that would make you a neither-here-nor-there realist, but don't you feel the need to be proactive too? Of course, you think and you watch and you scare the hell out of politicians, but don't you think you should act on your beliefs?

Now here is my cynical understanding of why you might be a cynic.
Because you are just not able to live up to the standards set in society. You may not wear the appropriate clothes, so you feel society is prejudiced against free will. You may not get the highest grades, so there must definitely be something wrong with the education system. You may lose at a game of chess, and then deem it an unfair play.
If this is why you are a cynic, I have two words for you. Buck up.
Because like it or not, this is the world where you need to live. You don't like it, start work on a space mission to another planet that supports life.
But of course, you won't do that either. You're a cynic. Too much work.You're not passionate enough to actually act, and you have too much integrity to partake in the injustice of hard labour for a brain of your calibre.

"All I ask of you is one thing: please don't be cynical. I hate cynicism - it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen."
Conan O'Brien, Final words, January 22, 2010

Goodbye.
You're glad this is over, aren't you? Typical. :P

Lessons Learned Backwards.

"Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you"

 I miss school life all of a sudden. Some weird withdrawal syndrome on leaving or something. I miss the people (even those I hated and laughed about and didn't really know), I miss the teachers (okay, that is just a lie in the guise of sentiment) and I miss the stupid staircase I had to climb up 4 floors of every morning (the biggest lie of them all).

These last 2 years, I learned a lot about people and the rules that apply in friendship.

And this is what I've come out with, after my high school craziness.

>That succumbing to peer pressure is just not worth the hassle, short term, and definitely not long term. No, you don't need a tattoo because 3 others got one, you'll still live if you don't have high-top Converse shoes, and it's okay to not be able to afford a 90 bucks coffee every day.

>I realized that the friendships I am most secure about today are those that have endured distance, prolonged silences, insane fights and simple, but long-standing misunderstandings. Sometimes just a text-message, or an old insider joke is enough to dissolve all differences. But you should be ready to put in a lot of heart into each friendship. Every person counts. Specially, in that inner circle.

> There are people I am more than happy to have out of my system, now that school and all the associated drama is over. Me being me, I look for a happy ending to all stories, but I also know that it is statistically impossible for me to please every person. And vice versa. I've made my peace with this fact. I'm happy in my space, and wish them happiness in theirs. No more.

>I feel extremely lucky I've met people who can tell me I'm fat, judgmental, bitchy, a midget, stupid and childish. My best friends. :)

>First impressions, surprisingly are sometimes,the most accurate impressions. You may know someone for the longest time, yet never really know them. I learned the not-so-nice way that people can disappoint, irritate, provoke and disgust you to the point of no return. And that my first instinct on meeting them was "Stay Awaaaaaay!".

>Sometimes, it's okay not to listen to the "friendly" advice given to you. In fact, that goes for most times. Credit yourself with more brains, than to mindlessly give in to others' opinions of you.

>Stories aren't coins. Of course, there are more than two sides to every story. Every person's unique way of spinning it, with their own dramatization and exaggerations. That may make you cry when you're in the middle of it sitting confused, but will also make you laugh at your blindness later. Rumors and gossip are only fun for a little while, that too when they're aimed at someone else. You forget you're hurting someone with your acerbic laughter.

>I suddenly realized how genuinely happy I sometimes am, when people beat all odds and people's sky-high expectations from them. Other times, I'm just shocked out of my chair and wish "Goddamnit, if he/she could do it, why not me?" Just being honest. :P

>The measure of a person's intelligence is not by his/her percentage in their school examinations. It's a measure of their hard work, consistency and tenacity at best. Intelligence can't really be quantified. And definitely not in the Indian education system, a temple of rote-learning and who-cares-if-you-really-understand-just-go-get-the-high-marks school of teaching.

>Having muscles, or money, or word-power, does not give you the right to think you are better than the next person. It's high time to get off that high pedestal you think you deserve, and it's time we stop putting you on one.

>When in doubt if you'll make it through high school, take inspiration from the Hogwarts school song-

"Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."

Bridges have been burned, pages have been turned.

Lessons have been learned. :)

Vampires, don't kill me.

 

"The phone rang and I sprinted downstairs to get it. There was only one voice I wanted to hear; anything else would be a disappointment. But I knew that if he wanted to talk to me, he’d probably just materialize in my room."
Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 17, p.354

Wow, that IS profound. :/
To think that Ian McEvan and Haruki Murakami coexist in the same world as these big hair, white faced vampires!

My Mumma Strongest! :P

It was Father's Day yesterday, wasn't it? A nice heads up would've been nice! I wished my dad when I saw it in the morning paper. And then justified my not knowing by saying I don't care about Archies-and-Hallmark made up days! I mean, there is also a Potato day now!
But since, I'm here, I just want to say a huge Thank You to Papa, for being the person you are, and making me and my sister the way we are. For lack of anything else, I just got my dad "kacha mango"! :D

It was Father's Day yesterday, but the person we were celebrating in our family was my mom. Someone who cooks our meals early morning, works as a freelance interior decorator all day, and remembers everyone's medicines at night. If there is a Superwoman, that, in my eyes, is my mom.
Last night, she handed over the site she'd been working on for more than 6 months.
I'll do some before-after to show you how great it looks!

So, this was BEFORE....

 

And this is AFTER. :)

This is what their master bedroom looked like 6 months ago.

And THIS is what it looks like now!!!

Aaah, does my mom have magic in her hands or what?
We're all very proud of her.
Happy Father's day, Mumma. :)

Of Jizos and Sunsets.

Look, look, I have found possibly the prettiest door in the world!
Of course you're not excited about it, I mean who gets so happy over a door, but just look at it for ten whole seconds and I bet it will grow on you too. :)

That aside, my day has been less than eventful. Just one of those mundane days, where you wish like hell for something to happen, and wait for the clock ticking by to bring you Brad Pitt at your front door or the rains at the very least. But no, what happens instead, is that I text one of my friends Happy Birthday, text another to come back from Delhi at the soonest, yet another to teach me how to play the drums, and of course I also have a completely random conference call with an acquaintance I'm not even sure I like that much!
The highlight of my day has been watching Before Sunset.

Aaaaaah, when will I stop gushing over it!
It's romantic, it's real, it's honest, it's vulnerable, it's natural and it's funny.
My favourite romantic movie to date. :)
I'd actually thought of writing an entire movie review on it, but I have seen too little of cinema to write about it. So, I'm just going to stick to this opinion till I see something better in the genre. WAY better.

I also mention here my WTF moment of the day. The moment my eyes saw this.

                                                    Just in case you mistook them for actual Japanese midget monks at first glance, look here.

Spooky, right?
Located on the barren slopes of Chausudake Volcano, in Japan’s Tochigi Prefecture, hundreds of miniature Jizo statues are easily the eeriest spirit army that I've ever seen.
I mean, this is just messed up!! I might even get nightmares of these...uh,people?

Want to know what's also messed up? That pretty little door you saw at the beginning of the post, is actually a painting by a certain Ginger Cook. :/

What is up with this day? Too many random things are happening for my liking. I want to do something, be a part of something, not watching 90210, a show I positively detest.
'There are so many things I want to do, but I end up doing not much," Celine says in Before Sunset.
Well, ditto!

Later, then. :)

Sound of Silence.

                                           What can I say?
I love it. And I bet so will you.

High School 101

This time next month, I will, unbelievably, be in college. College has seemed like such a faraway dream all through school life. Referring to your teachers as Professor or Doctor So-and-so, a place where the typical high-school cliques of cool and uncool (hopefully) disappear, always had this unrealistic feel to it. College had this exciting ring to it, like it was a harbinger to a novel adventure.

At the same time, school life has been a whole lot of fun. Specially, high school since the two main operatives behind any action are hormones and ego. Life at R.N.Podar, the school I've passed out from was like 90210, Gossip Girl, FRIENDS and Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi all rolled into one fantastic 2 year roller coaster ride!
Here, I write a few things I'm going to miss about high school. Or not. :P

-Waking up at 5.30 a.m. every morning, is something I will definitely NOT miss. Then, listening to weird aunties gossiping at the bus stop. It's 5.30 for heaven's sake!! Even rabid stray dogs are quiet at that unearthly hour! So, SHUT UP!

-Being in 12th grade and still taking out the tiffin your mom packed for you, filled with oily parathas and spicy subzis. MLID. :P

-Laughing without any shame at certain accents, people's dressing sense, their weight gain, their acne, their hairy legs, their recently shaved faces, their misspelled words. Yes, high school brings out the worst in people, especially in terms of ruthless judgment. And, the annoying girls who said "sweets", "thankieee", "how is you?", "whateverrrr" and thought they were being cool. Yuck.

-The really cool guava-seller outside school who used to say, "Hard wala doon, masala laga ke?", every time I walked by! Oh, and of course Smaaardy frankie.

-Going for Maths tuition to a certain Mr. My-mimmi Raoa, passing idle chits all through those 2 hours, and emerging from that tiny classroom as tired as we would have been after a military drill! Then hanging out at  the nearest Dominos or CCD or Barista, and innocently telling your parents, "God, I'm so tired, he took such a long class!" No surprise, I got 62 in Maths in my Boards!

-Certain teachers have left an indelible image on all our minds. Whenever I see a short-haired woman, or a South Indian woman walk past me, I am invariably reminded of my crazy Accounts teacher and weird-ass Economics teacher, and I check to see if my shirt is tucked in properly, and my hair neatly tied!

- Studying alongside a national level TT player, a one-time National Award winner, a guy who gets a Mercedes for his birthday coz the Audi was unavailable, a girl with photographic memory and the best dancer in school. Good times. :)

-Doing the beer mug sign/passing chits/poking/scribbling/crying/dancing with Haren Paul Rao sitting on the first bench, right in front of our absolutely psycho maths teacher! :D

-Typing out R.N.Podar on Google Images and seeing this VERY embarrasing picture of me on the first page itself will NOT be missed. :/

For the record, I was part of some silly fashion thing and these girls were dressing me up with crap. Tragic.

-Making friends, losing friends. Becoming friends with them again, only to fight with them once more. If nothing else, added a whole lot of colour to these 2 years.

-Passing by the Science section and see walking-talking stereotypes of science nerds, and judging the Commerce section the "coolest". The huge glasses, the properly tucked in shirts, pants worn chest-high, the science guys inability to get girls, the science girls with moustaches. Haha, that just never gets old!

High school, all in all, has been one of the best experiences of my life. :)

One day, I will be famous!

Haha, now THIS is my Bible!