Whats happening in my life lately...

I have less than a year before I turn 30; and to tell you the truth, the thought is quite unnerving. So I decided to make a list of things to do before 30. I don't want to do any of those dare-devil things like bungee-jump or sky-dive (that sort of adrenalin rush is quite over-rated, I think). Neither have I ever wanted to kiss a French guy or get married to a stranger in Vegas (I'm simply not that spontaneous a person). Does anyone have any suggestions?

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The other day someone at work said to me "I am flying to Mumbai next week. Do you know how far it is from Bombay?". haha!

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I watched a show on "The History Channel" the other day which spoke about Nostardamus' prediction that the world will come to an end in 2012. If it is true, doesn't that change everything? All that we work for or worry about -- health, savings, career, kids, global warming, market crashes, oil prices-- they wouldn't matter anymore. Maybe I won't need to clean my desk after all.

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Have you tried salted popcorn & ice-cream as a combo? It's quite a good dessert!

Tagged

Got tagged by J...

Last movie you saw in a theater - Michael Clayton

What book are you reading - "A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers"

Favorite board game -Scrabble

Favorite smells - Herbal Essence hair products

Favorite sound - My nephew's babbling

Worst feeling in the world - Hatred

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up - Check my blackberry (I'm pathetic, I know)

Favorite fast food place - A dimsum place near work (yes, that counts as fast food in this part of the world). "Subway" is also a favourite.

Future child's name - Need to discuss with H first!

Finish this statement. "If I had a lot of money, i'd...." -Make a movie with Johnny Depp. And buy a holiday home in the Alps.

Do you drive fast - Not really. I'm a bad driver.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal - No. Although H does have a tendency of stuffing himself (especially when he gets Indian food)

Storms- Cool or scary -Scary.

What was your first car - Ford Ikon.

Favorite drink - Coconut water.

Finish this statement. "If I had the time, I would..." - Travel around the world. Write my autobiography.

Do you eat the stems on broccoli? -Yes

If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice? - brown streaks.

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in - Mumbai, Pune, Dubai, Singapore

Favorite sports to watch - Cricket, Tennis.

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you -His music

What's under your bed? - The floor.

Would you like to be born as yourself again? - Absolutely. Wouldn't mind being born as the Sultan of Brunei though.

Morning person or night owl - Morning person.

Over easy or sunny side up -Sunny side up.

Favorite place to relax -By the ocean.

Favorite pie - Apple pie

Favorite icecream flavor -Cookies & cream.

Of all the people you tagged this to, who is most likely to respond first? - ??? They're all pretty lazy :)

Who gets tagged next - Lalunadiosa, Jas, 666

Mock Meat

I had never eaten mock meat before; I assumed it would be a bad imitation of the real thing (after all, how tasty could tofu get?)

But the other day we walked into a vegetarian Japanese restaurant (I know!! It sounded wierd to me too!). I tried some delicious mock-tuna sushi & mock-beef teriyaki. Having been so sure that tofu could never amount to anything significant in life; I was surprised by how that piece of tofu was made to look, smell & taste so good & so much like meat!

Its remarkable -- how the things we hold on to as "real" all our lives, turn out to be nothing but a perception created by our own senses! And I don't mean just food.

I love Hong Kong

I really do!!

Its crowded, unpretentious & fun! Its the perfect opposite of Singapore (there is no clean air; no broad roads; it doesn't like rules; and its not pretty to look at). But I thought the city is so spunky & spirited!

"Lan Kwai Fong" is the clubbing area of the city; there's this one street with bars & clubs on either side of it & is the heart of Hong Kong after 10 pm. The place is a riot...people were literally spilling out of the bars & dancing on the streets. And we saw all sorts of people there -- there was a good representation of every possible race -- also, there were freaks in blue wigs, there were the dancing merry-makers, the heavy drinkers, there were blondes with pink bunny ears-- it was a carnival !

I also found it amusing how there is a escalator running through the middle of the city; most people take the escalator from home to work (down the slope) & work to home (up the slope). Its supposed to be the longest escalator in the world & is always packed with people. And at every level of the escalator one can step out & find (again,) bars & restaurants around. SoHo I thought was the most fun destination for such mid-escalator evening drinks.

"My Name is Red" by Orhan Pamuk

This is the most beautifully written story I've ever read... its a classic.

Here's a love story; accounts of life in 16th century Istanbul; a murder mystery; intelligent discussions on the philosophy of art in an era when renaissance art was evolving in the west & its impact on eastern art; a novel narrative style.

There are way too many reasons to love this book. Its a treat to read.

Clean Desk Day

The Dilbert strip had been running this theme all last week about Carol's cluttered desk; and it inspired me to do something about the piles of loose papers on my desk.

So this morning I pulled out from the stationary cabinet 5 fresh new plastic folders to file away all papers. I spent some quality time setting a strategy for the filing, naming files, and putting markers & seperators in them. I even colour coded them (all pink separators have status reports, all green separators have pending issues and so on). I feel a sense of accomplishment. Setting up the organising strategy is half the battle won, isn't it?

Now all I need to do is go through those piles & put each paper in its right place. Hmmm. Maybe tomorrow? Err, tomorrow after lunch? On second thoughts, maybe I'll give myself till end of next week?

The Maroon 5 Concert

Its concert season in Singapore; and we had spent most of our excitement over The Police & Santana concerts last month. But inspite of that, Maroon 5 was a lot of fun. Firstly, we had awesome seats (6th row from the stage; and I swear he was looking straight at us while singing!!); and secondly, the guys were great. Even H who had dismissed them earlier, was humming 'She will be loved' on our way back :)

Johnny Gaddar

This movie surprised me; its quite a thriller - - an interesting plot & made differently from the run-of-the-mill Bollywood thrillers.

Which makes me wonder... when was the last time they made a genuinely good Bollywood thriller? I can only think of lame ones like "Don" or really lame ones like "Humraz" at best.

An Old Song

I'm usually pretty bad at remembering songs & lyrics, but I feel quite thrilled when I think of an old favourite song & realise that I still remember it right till the last stanza :)

The summer breeze entered my window,
Like a free-spirited song whistled in my ears;
As it swirled & danced, it reminded me of a familiar tune,
Relegated, in a far corner of my memory,
but never completely removed from it,
It now ran forth to my lips; I hummed & it lingered,
The words I once knew so well, now re-surfaced;
one at a time; sometimes four or five;
As they rose, they dusted off the age on them,
And soon I remembered that old melody,
That familiar song from years ago.

Dying Arts

I read this article about how the artisans of Lucknow, famous for their traditional 'Lucknowi chikan' embroidery, are struggling on account of competition from the Chinese factories, where machines do faster & cheaper embroidery than the artisans.

Its sad to watch traditional arts die this silent death; maybe nobody will mourn their loss; maybe the next generation of these artisans will move on to better-paying jobs in some new BPO company in Lucknow or Delhi; maybe the knowledge will evaporate with this last generation of artisans; maybe *traditional* will soon mean something else; maybe *one-of-a-kind* would be a foolish thing to do.

My point in short: I own a lovely pink salwar-suit with chikan work on it; and I think I should preserve it better than I currently do.

Singapore's Food Courts

The food courts are such a big part of the Singaporean culture and there's always a food court around the corner, no matter what part of Singapore you're in.

The Newton Hawker Center is close to our home & its also our favourite. It's jovial, casual, weekend-ish ambience reminds me of the "chowpatty hawkers" of Mumbai. Of course, there's no chaat served here; but the pepper crab quite makes up for the lack :)

Some of the other food courts in Singapore, especially the ones in the busy business district, can make "no-frills" & "fast food" seem like silly under-statements.

A Phone Call to Home

A routine call home every weekend;
Mama answers,
A voice full of
Anticipation, eagerness -
"How have you been?",
She asks.

Followed by asides of
purposeless news,
Of distant relatives,
Of old neighbours,
Of family gossips,
Of everyday banters.

As she speaks of these,
In her voice I hear,
A faint but distinct chant,
A yearning never spoken of,
Layered beneath that insignificant chatter-
"I miss you, I miss you".

Arab Street in Singapore

Yesterday was the first time that we went to the "Arab Street" in Singapore; and I was super-excited to eat shawarmas & hummus; see sheeshas; and hear someone call out "habibi"; sitting right here in Singapore!!!

It came as a surprise to me that there are enough Arabs in Singapore to be able to have one whole block dedicated to their food & lifestyle!

Herman Hesse's Siddhartha

This book had been on my wishlist for the longest time. Its not a page-turner, I admit; its a story of soul-searching & spiritual evolution... not the easiest subjects for a casual evening read. Until of course, you reach the end of this story-journey & it all seems so simple, so straight forward, and the beauty & depth of Hesse's prose takes your breath away.

While on this book, Kaya tagged me here. This is how her tag works....I'm supposed to write down 3 sentences from sentence no. 5 on pg. 123 of the book nearest to me. Which brings me to a quote from Siddhartha himself:

"Here we are in the middle of the thicket of opinions, in a battle of words. For I can not deny that my words about love stand in opposition, in apparent opposition to Gautama's words. This is precisely why I distrust words so much."

Juno

I thought "Juno" is such a refreshingly different movie. It could easily be categorised under "feel-good" or "chick-flick" and yet its funny (hilarious, actually), very witty, very heartfelt; and its certainly a first-time-ever sort of a look at teenage pregnancy (loved the non-judgemental view of things).

A great movie. The scenes between Juno & her parents are absolute gems.

Oh, and did I mention the great sound-track?

Trip to Vietnam - part II

Most places we saw in & around HCMC were high on Anti-America propaganda & pro-communism propaganda-- be it the horrifying details at the 'War Remnants Museum' about how Americans sprayed pesticides on entire villages that are coping with deformities & birth defects; or the documentary shown at the 'Cu Chi Tunnels' about how the nationalist heroes survived the unethical war tactics used by the Americans . I'm sure every Vietnamese kid learns that in his history & social sciences text-books.

And yet, you see a KFC outlet or a Pepsi machine around every street & strangely there seems to be no tragic association there with America or capitalism.

Here's another example of the strange contrasts we saw in this country stuck between communism & liberalisation... "Hard-rock cafe" t-shirts sold right next to commie t-shirts with Ho Chi Minh's face on it:

Valentine's Day

Ok I admit it; we stopped celebrating Valentine's Day a long, long time ago. But I've always loved this piece of poetry ever since I first heard it in the movie "In her shoes". It just fits so well for the day today & for the way I feel about my love (God, it didn't sound that mushy in my head :-) )

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

Trip to Vietnam

We had a 4-days weekend in Singapore for the Chinese New Year; so we took off to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam. And it turned out to be quite an interesting trip.

The lunar new year is also a big festival in Vietnam (its called the "Tet Festival") and the city was almost completely closed during the 4 days we were there. So we couldn't do much of the regular touristic stuff; like sail along the back-waters of the delta; or visit the local markets. But the festive mood in the city was quite something. There were parades & yellow flowers on almost every street in the city & it was abuzz. To give you an idea, this was what the city looked like from a rooftop bar we were sitting at :)

The Police Concert in Singapore

What an awesome night!

Its strange, the things we miss about the past

Every time I step into the mono-rail trains of Singapore, I can't help but compare the orderliness & almost zombie-like discipline of that commute to the chaotic & fish-market-like experiences of travelling in Mumbai's "Churchgate-fast-train".

I don't know why I should miss that chaos, but I do.

Veil of a different kind

The other day, I was watching a *makeover* reality show on tv (yes, I do such things when H is away and I can't sleep) and I thought it hideous how cosmetic enhancements are packaged in such shows as a solution to poor self-confidence, sinking romantic relationships & just unhappiness in general.

I won't say I'm opposed to cosmetic surgeries (a good friend of ours had a terrible road accident & I'm glad her face could be re-constructed). But I do have a certain disdain for the thought that one's physical appearance could be a source of unhappiness. While I worry quite often about how I look, its been just that -- a worry; never an unhappiness.

I guess the pressure to look a beauty-stereotype is much higher on the girls today than it was while I was growing up; and I'm glad it allowed me and my friends to appreciate our individuality. Yet, I wonder if I would've felt differently about cosmetic surgery if I was born with a giant hairy mole on my face :)

While in Dubai, I had written this post about my mixed feelings on the subject of women in veils. I couldn't help thinking of that post while watching the show. Maybe this is yet another case of social pressure forcing women into wearing this veil of a different kind.

Just wondering...

How could Tarzan not have a beard? Surely, there were no razors in the jungle?

Town painted red

The Chinese celebrate the lunar new year in a few days and as the tradition goes, they wear red clothes & use red charms to decorate their houses for the festival. Singaporean markets these days look so incredibly red & beautiful...

Heroes

They started airing Season 2 of "Heroes" recently in Singapore & it irks me how the writers of the show keep introducing more & more heroes/mutants on the show rather than working on their plot.

PS: Sometimes I wonder if I've a Hero living at home. Himanshu does possess the ability to stop hearing when I talk...would that count as a step forward in evolution?

A struggle called Mandarin

I started learning conversational Mandarin a couple of weeks ago & its been such a struggle :)

Of course I knew it was a tough language to pick up right from the outset; but then the pin-yin alphabets & the pronunciations were not that tough. The difficult part is getting the tones right; and thats such a unique thing about Mandarin. There are 4-5 different tones...the word "ma" for example could mean four different things when said in 4 different tones. And to my non-chinese ears they are so ridiculously difficult to tell apart!

My encouraging tutor tells me that Mandarin is one of the easiest Chinese languages to pick up. Cantonese or Haukien could have upto 12 different tones!!

Cricket Controversy

Although I think Indians made too big a deal out of the mishaps in the Sydney game, these Amul adverts made me smile.
Don't miss Sachin's expression & Ricky Ponting's tail in the second one :))

"After the Quake" by Haruki Murakami

A great, great collection of short stories set in Japan just after the 1995 earthquake in Kobe:This was my first time reading Marukami & I already want more.

The view from my desk

Mechanical drone,
Of towering cranes.
Rushed & ruffled,
Cars & men;
All busy, all at work,
To make the city,
A bit bigger, louder.

And then in the distance,
The restful swish,
Sea collides with shore,
Gradually becomes the sky;
Proud & poised,
Looks in disdain,
At the pointless bustle on land.

PS: Incidentally, I've got one of the best seats in my office; the view is out-standing!

Treetop Walk

We went to Singapore's Macritchie Nature Reserve over the weekend & it was such a refreshing change of view from the city's regular "high-rises and more high-rises" landscape. We did a half-day walk along the 'Tree-top trail' surrounded by green on all sides. The pic below is the view from the rope-way bridge on the trail. Its not exactly nature-on-the-loose; but its close enough to the real thing without having to go out of the city :-)

In The Country of Men

I loved reading "In The Country of Men" by Hisham Matar; a moving semi-autobiographical story of a boy growing up in post-revolution Libya.

I must admit, when I took up this book, I knew nothing about Libya or Tripoli; or Gaddafi or his Revolution & I had to wiki it up in order to understand the context of this book.

It was a window into Libya (which until now was generalised in my mind simply as 'Arab' or 'African'). One boy's story certainly doesn't describe a country; but it gives you a flavour of its cultural & political scenario.

The book, by the way, is recommended. Reminded me of "The Kite Runner" in some ways.

A good synopsis of the book here.

Amer Palace

I tried publishing this post a couple of times the other day, but for some reason, the pics wouldn't get uploaded. So here goes another attempt...

Here are a few images from our recent visit to the Amer Palace; built by Raja Man Singh in Jaipur around 400 years ago. The Hindu monarch had struck a political deal with the then Mughal king Akbar & to demonstrate his friendship with the Mughals, decorated this palace with a blend of Hindu & Muslim designs. As a result, one finds in the palace beautiful Hindu motifs like elephant heads, set in typical Mughal craftsmanship. I loved the overall harmony of design inspite of this peculiar stew of influences. Or maybe the harmony was a consequence of this unique stew...!

A Happy New Year

Another year ends & yet another begins. And yet again a resolve to take a step back and look at life anew. I've made many mental notes again of the things I intend to do in the new year; of dreams that are waiting to be realised; of songs that are waiting to be sung; of roses that are waiting to be smelt. And my reminder to myself:

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
- Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Twice as good

Good hindi movies are rare & to be able to catch two of them in a row is a chance one gets only once in 300 years.

I think 'Khoya Khoya Chand' is a great & intense movie. Like "Hazaaron Khwahishey Aisi" made two years ago by the same director; this movie too is under-rated. Set in Mumbai's movie-world of 1950s, Shiney Ahuja plays a Guru-Dutt-ish character; passionate & brooding; whereas Soha Khan plays a Meena-Kumari-ish actress; successful yet tragic. The movie follows the amorous love story of the two characters with the black-and-white Bollywood as a backdrop -- its vulgar inside as well as the glossy outside.

The other great movie I watched last week was 'Taare Zameen Par'; it had me sobbing away through out :) This is a story of a 8-year-old kid, gifted with intelligence & creativity, but he suffers from dyslexia & learning disabilities. Scorned by friends and punished by adults who don't recognise his disabilities, the kid finds his sense of self-worth almost completely eroded; until a sensitive art teacher turns his life around.

The movie made me go back in memory to my school days and remember all the 'under-performers' from my school and spare a thought for what they would've gone through. The movie also makes a strong statement on whats wrong with the competitive Indian education system that makes great doctors & engineers out of some school kids; but is ruthless to the rest of them.

The holiday so far

A quick update: Have been super-busy with the four back-to-back weddings; but have been having so much fun!

The week in Kathmandu was great & the highlight was the short flight we took over the Himalayan mountain range to spot Mt. Everest. I must admit though that the view of the entire snow-topped range is so imposing; it gets difficult to figure out that the peak of Everest is indeed taller than its peers.
The half-week in Jaipur was my first exposure to Rajasthan & now I so want to be a Rajput princess in my next life. If I had to choose one photographic memory of Jaipur it would be this one: the 'Sheesh Mahal' (Palace of mirrors) in Amer Palace. Its nothing like the Bollywood version seen in Madhubala's Mughal-e-Azam, but its beautiful nevertheless. And then we went to Mumbai and it was the the best part of the holiday thanks to my darling nephew !!!

Holiday spirit

Have a long holiday planned this December; starting with Kathmandu, then Jaipur, a short stay in Delhi & finally to our respective homes (Bombay & Pune). Can't wait for it to begin !!

On My Bookshelf

Came to my mind when I was browsing through my bookshelf & glanced at two of my favourite classics:

Perched together,
Tagore & Tolstoy,
Unfold two lives,
Of enchanting beauty,
And tragic love.

Apart even though,
In distance & time,
Binodini in Bengal,
Born in Tagore's ink;
Anna, a Russian Karenina,
Of Tolstoy's times;

But here on my bookshelf,
Share a fate nonetheless,
A beckoning of love,
A disenchanted life.

Trip to Cambodia - Part II

While in Siam Reap, we visited a "Floating Village". Now the whole concept would seem bizzare to you & me; but its an established way of life for many Cambodian fishermen. This village on the lake is made of houses built like boats. So one might go to bed one night in one corner of the lake & find himself drifted to another part of the lake the following morning! As the lake changes shape (it gets smaller & shallower during summer); the village moves to deeper locations. There are no fixed neighbours; no fixed directions; no fixed views from the bedroom windows....everything is adrift.

I would find it impossible to live in such a fluid & mobile *home*; but then sitting in a multi-storeyed condo in Singapore, I realise that circumstances are a matter of perception. While I dare not put myself in the shoes of those villagers (in my smug belief that my life is so much better than theirs); their bright shining faces told me, that the joys in their lives were as real as the joys in mine.

A floating restaurant, a floating church, a floating school & some floating houses (yes, those are TV antennae on those water-huts!!)

Trip to Cambodia

I'm back from the short trip to Cambodia & I'm still mesmerised by the place. We spent most of our time exploring the ancient ruins of the Angkor sites & absolutely loved them all.

Although "Angkor Wat" is the most famous monument in the country; my favourite has to be the Bayon Temple built in the 8th century by King Jayavarman VII. Its decorated with 216 massive faces of an ancient deity; made to resemble the face of the King himself. What an ego-trip he would've been on! But the result is absolutely breath-taking. There is such enigma in the upward pointing self-absorbed smiles on these faces :)
Of course there is the 'Ta Prohm' Temple; made famous by Lara Croft's 'Tomb Raider'. The once-beautiful temples now in the clutches of giant tree roots; can get seriously spooky :) But its difficult to miss the fierce beauty of nature & its stampede here. It is fit to be the backdrop of a Hollywood movie!

And then there were the people of Cambodia; who make simplicity look so endearing! Especially the small kids who study by day & run around the western tourists by noon trying to make money by selling bangles & postcards...they really are angels!

Happy Diwali Everyone!

This year we celebrated Diwali the good old way after many years, since Diwali is a public holiday in Singapore. So we put up our Diwali decorations & lights; wore Indian clothes; got lots of Diwali sweets & played taash (cards) till late in the night.

Hope everyone has a festive & fantastic Diwali!!

Facebook

Yesterday when Microsoft picked up a stake in Facebook, there was a lot of talk about how a 3-year-old company was valued at $ 15 billion & became the most expensive internet start-up.

I'm an avid Facebooker & I think its a brilliant concept: not just as a networking site or as a business idea, but as a platform for creativity.

I continue to be amazed by the hundreds of new tools that young "college-students-cum-entrepreneurs" come up with everyday on Facebook. I read somewhere that the makers of one of the Facebook applications (was it "The Super Wall"?) are millionaires in their own right.

Its like a beauty contest for creativity; and that makes it fantastic.

History

The travel bug bit me again. We're going to Cambodia next month (yippie, I'm so excited!!). Planning this trip is like a dive into history: the Angkor sites are beautiful silent witnesses to rich ancient heritage; whereas the land-mine museum is a testimony to the depths of human avarice. This thought crossed my mind while I was sitting with my copy of the Lonely Planet- Cambodia:

History appears in many ways:
Through books, through stories,
Through songs, through cities.

Through pyramids & castles,
Through battle grounds & grave yards,
Through food & thought,
Through poetry, through art.

In the crystal ball,
There it is,
Only a pretense of future,
In fact a copy of the past.

The Dali Statue

Singapore has a great public art collection, which can be seen in many parts of the Central Business District. This piece here is created by Salvador Dali and is called "Homage to Newton" (popularly called simply "The Dali Statue"). Bizzare as Dali's surrealist style looks, I find his work here quite interesting.

It is a homage to Isaac Newton & his pursuit of science. The plaque below the statue explains that the open torso is meant to depict Newton's open-heartedness & the open skull is meant to depict his open-mindedness; both important qualities for not just pursuit of science, but all human endevours.

Baby Blues

A good friend of mine had a baby recently & she wonders why people use the term "sleep like a baby" to mean "sound sleep"; when in fact babies wake up every two hours.

Sacred Games

Although I wouldn’t count it among my favourite books, I quite enjoyed reading ‘Shantaram’ last year; mostly for its close-up view of the politics of the infamous-yet-awe-inspiring Mumbai underworld.

Bollywood has always glamourised tales of ‘poor-man-turned-powerful’ as well as ‘don-with-ethics’; told umpteen times in the 80s mostly with Amitabh portraying a diamond-smuggler; and lately there have been good mafia movies like Company & Sarkar. However the underworld has rarely shown up in good Indian literature (or maybe I missed those books).

Last week I borrowed Vikram Chandra’s ‘Sacred Games’ from a friend and I’m only half-way through the book now, but I already like the way the author has dealt with the theme. The food-chains in the mafia, the police force, political parties & even Bollywood are portrayed as flesh-and-blood persons. The power struggle, corruption & politics of it all make a gripping story, but they’re only secondary. The characters make this book worth reading. They all look, feel & smell like Mumbai.

PS: Have you noticed how Indian authors & movie-makers have suddenly become cool about the usage of hindi profanities? :)

Just Another Thought

We sat in silence one day & I realised,
'Silence' need not be the lack of words;
It could often speak truth instead of babble.

I saw a soaring dove one day & I realised,
'White' need not be the lack of colours;
it could often be the union of all the vibrant ones.

I saw a girl reading one day & I realised,
'Solitude' need not be the lack of people;
It could often be time spent with yourself.

I smiled to myself today & I realised,
'Bliss' need not be the lack of troubles;
It often is a constellation of happy moments.

The Arithmetic of Life and Death

I bought a delightful little book the other day called "The Arithmetic of Life & Death" written by mathematician George Shaffner. Its a book which approaches arithmetic the way 'Freakonomics' approached economics (although this book came about much before Freakonomics). Its simple, meant for lay-men, and seeks to explain the world & its ways through math. Well, I thought most of the arguments in the book were too simplistic, but I didnt mind reading them because they were quite interesting.

What I did love about the book was the wit & humour. This is the opening line of the book..."Since six billion people now occupy the planet earth, one could conclude that human life is as common as dirt in Denmark".

Hubble Telescope Pictures

I saw these pictures of the space taken from the Hubble Space Telescope & I was so amazed & astonished by them, I just had to post them. It's not that I didn’t know that the universe is massive, but to see it captured on camera is something else!

This picture is of the Sombrero Galaxy, which has 800 billion suns & 50,000 light years wide. Unbelievable! One of those rare occassions when we feel proud of being the most intelligent species on the planet!

PS: Would the 'God's Eye View' of the universe look like this?

Update: This picture also reminds me of one of the fables I'd read in a Khalil Gibran book:
A fish said to another fish, "Above this sea of ours there is another sea, with creatures swimming in it -- and they live there even as we live here." The fish replied, "Pure fancy! Pure fancy! When you know that everything that leaves our sea by even an inch, and stays out of it, dies. What proof have you of other lives in other seas?"

WOMAD Festival in Singapore

Had an interesting weekend; we watched the WOMAD concert. WOMAD stands for 'World of Music Arts and Dance' and is an annual festival hosted in many parts of the world. Singapore is the only location in Asia where the festival travels to.

We enjoyed listening to some non-mainstream music from across the world. The representation from the sub-continent included 'The Dhol Foundation' which is a Punjabi-Brit band of two drummers (their 'dhol workshop' was fun). Other interesting gigs included an Israeli band which got the crowd to sing in Hebrew (!!), a Japanese folk-rock band, and a band from Senegal with its catchy African tunes.

The evening got me thinking: isn't there a common bond between all of us that runs deeper than all the cultural & other differences?

The King & I

'The King & I' is one of the longest running musicals on Broadway; and we were lucky to catch the play on its Singapore tour last night. I had seen the movie version- ‘Anna & the King’ starring Jodie Foster- but the play had a different charm. The costumes were breathtaking, the Thai dances were beautiful and elegant, the actors (especially the girl who plays Anna) had great singing & acting talent; and some of the lines had first-rate wit & humour.

What made the evening special was also the fact that this was our first visit to the massive ‘Esplanade Theatre’ of Singapore. The theater is grand from inside & architecturally impressive from the outside (its made to resemble a durian, I'm told).

Nostalgia

I remember the days back then
the postman used to come around ten
& drop envelopes with letters in them.

Stamp of the place from where the letter came
hinting towards the sender's name
& the scent of travels endured since then.

I remember the anticipation in my head
till the letter was opened and read; re-read
it was so difficult not to run ahead :)

What spoke from the letter weren't just words
the perfume, the paper, the handwriting spoke two-thirds
completed by the stains of tears absurd.

Crossed out what was felt but couldn’t be said
then again, wrote again; carefully tread
after all veils cant be completely shed.

Once the letter was signed & ready to go
what was earlier neglected was added in the 'P.S.' below
grateful to the margins that allowed the letter to grow.

Now of course we're in the 'e-mail' times
they're quick, clinical and used often times
but dont we miss the postman sometimes?

Dont you agree?

I saw these words on one of the walls of the 'Singapore Art Museum' ...

Homesick

I wonder as I look back at the footprints I've left behind;

How the grains of sand cling to my feet;
from the places I left behind.

With every step forward, the sand makes patterns on my feet;
from the places I left behind.

The people I met; the friends I loved; the life I lived;
from the places I left behind.

Amongst Men A Man

We've moved from the hotel to a serviced apartment (until we move into a regular apartment on September 1st). The serviced apartment happens to be right next to the 'Singapore Art Museum' & I like wandering into it....its got a pretty interesting collection of modern art. This one below is titled 'Amongst Men A Man'.

Old Hill Street Police Station

This is one of Singapore's older buildings. It used to be a police station in 1930s; it is now home to the ministries of information, communication & arts. I love the colourful window panes!

Botanical Art

The other day we were walking along the Botanical Gardens of Singapore, when I came across these sculptures made out of stumps of tree trunks; and I thought they were quite groovy.