Radiant Dreamscapes

Thursday, September 29, 2005

One Year and One Hundreed

Me and my blog have been together for a year, through the good times and the bad. Our relation has not been the best of all. I’ve been mean, stubborn, temperamental, and have even refused to see my space for days. But my blog never complained, nor did it ask me any questions for my tantrums. It did not even flinch when I was so darn rude. For this and for all the wonderful special people I met, thanks.

With pleasure I announce this as my 100th post, I'd like to compile a categorial list of my favorite posts, and this could be for records. Browse through, if you care :)

If wishes were horses

I want..

Some poetry writing

For the fun of memes and lists

My greatest loss

Death by cancer

Home is where the heart is

My dream home

As musical as we could get

If music be the food of love, play on

Some controversial memories

Something humorous?

My talking appliances

For the love of narcissism

Nostalgia and reminiscence

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Its around the corner

It started monday when it rained in the noon and into the evening. After dark, the rain grew fierce knocking clothes from my laundry poles and wheezing past the leaves no small feat for such a narrow, deep slope like this. The temperature has not recovered from the storm. I've closed my balcony door every night since then.

The flowers on the trees are gradually fading to pink and falling, leaving their stalks to disappear again into the forest like background. My car sparkles in the morning, balancing sheets of cold dew. The sun was low and silvery brilliant today. It shooted blinding beams levelled straight at my eyes when I faced the day. It's crouched guerilla style at the edges of tall trees. It flooded through the green grove by my house, lighting a deceivingly summery green scene. I'm not fooled. The game is up for us. Autumn is here, somewhere, like a hiding theif.

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Sunday, September 25, 2005

I'm back..

with a dejected feeling and a heavy heart. :(

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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Bombay Dreams

The sky above me is clear blue, the air is cool and fresh and the humidity is low. And trust the city of all cities, the mother of all cities rekindles the dying flame, and leaves upon me indelible impressions.

NYC brings me nostalgic memories of Mumbai, a city I love like none other. The unmistakable energy that charge the atmosphere here is intoxicating. It is a dream to be able to run the race against time in NY, like all those important looking people do, in black and grey suits, marching to the ticking of their watches and heartbeats. Being here is like I am in a trance.

While I was watching the glittering skyline from the window of 33rd floor, I felt an overpowering surge of adrenalin through my veins. Long lost memories, obscure and forgotten dreams and hopes suddenly felt alive and possible. I had a strong desire for something unknown. A feeling that somehow I had lost sight of in the recent mist of activities. I have heard it been said a lot of times, but yeah, I feel alive. Be it the teeming streets and noisy air spiced with car honks and sirens, or the busy subway lines, or the grandeur and opulence of the hotels and clubs, or Broadway's Beauty and the Beast, or that diminutive single Indo-Chinese restaurant whose existence I am utterly grateful for. As I weaved in and out of these, I felt quite secured yet visible in the crowd and noise.

Amidst the towering maze of splendid concrete and glass, with the tranquil river keeping an eye over America's favorite child from the distance, I feel at home.

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Thursday, September 08, 2005

Silver Tongued

Before the time runs out, let me wish you a very very happy birthday filled with everything your heart desires and more. And upon your request, here's my hand written birthday card for you

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Friday, September 02, 2005

If..

If I were a month I would be: June

If I were a day of the week I would be: Saturday morning

If I were a time of day I would be: A lazy balmy sleepy afternoon

If I were a planet I would be: Earth

If I were a sea animal I would be: A great white shark on a fish-eaters' recovery program

If I were a direction I would be: North by northwest

If I were a piece of furniture I would be: A lawn trellis decorated with jasmine creepers

If I were a sin I would be: Cynicism

If I were a liquid I would be: Chrysanthemum tea

If I were a stone, I would be: A hitherto undiscovered blood-red coral in the Great Barrier Reef

If I were a tree, I would be: A rain tree

If I were a tool, I would be a: Minolta Dimage

If I were a flower/plant, I would be: A champagne rose

If I were a kind of weather, I would be: Lightning pursuing a dark grey cloud

If I were a musical instrument, I would be: The voice box

If I were an animal, I would be: A phoenix

If I were an emotion, I would be: Passion

If I were a vegetable, I would be: Lime pickle

If I were a sound, I would be a: Raindrops plop!ing on a puddle

If I were an element, I would be: Healing iodine

If I were a car, I would be: A black BMW 330Xi convertible

If I were a song, I would be: An underground classic distributed freely on the Internet
If I were a book, I would be written by: Gabriel Garcia Marquez

If I were a food, I would be: A Spaghetti

If I were a place, I would be: A deserted South PacIfic Island

If I were a material, I would be: Duchess organza

If I were a taste, I would be: Spicy Sweet

If I were a scent, I would be: L’eau D’Issey

If I were a religion, I would be: Love

If I were a word, I would be: Surreptitious. Regardless of the meaning, it reminds me of mysterious lips and smiles.

If I were a body part I would be: The heart of the brain

If I were a facial expression I would be: A grin

If I were a subject in school I would be: Understanding Mars 101 – the History and Geography of its inhabitants and the Physics of their behavioral patterns.

If I were a shape I would be: A star

If I were a number I would be: 7

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Thursday, September 01, 2005

My gifts for the government

The most contentious issues of the sky rocketing prices of fuel has been the topic of discussion all throughout the US

Last eve while driving toward my aunt’s home, I saw a price of $2.67 per gallon at HESS, while $2.85 at the Mobile gas station. I wanted to fill up my tank, but since I was running late, I thought I’d do it on my way back. On my way back not more than 3 hours on the same route, I noticed HESS increased its price to $3.15 and Mobile to $3.19. Anyone driving a vehicle would notice such fluctuating price of gas as its hitting record highs, and now Hurricane Katrina is being used as an excuse by the energy companies for yet another price hike. Unlike previous energy crisis, there is neither a shortage of supply nor an attempt by any oil producing nations to withhold oil from American markets. Nor are the energy companies doing bad financially, then why is it that the voices of concern being raised in the country not being mirrored by the government?

Unless I am watching the wrong TV news channels or reading the wrong newspapers, I don’t seem to recall anyone from the Democrats or the Republicans speak out against this absurdly high fuel prices. There seems to be no interest from either party to investigate this matter and the notion of price gouging isn’t being raised inside the Beltway.

I am so tempted to send our elected Congressmen bulks of throat lozenges, eye drops and ear wax removal solutions as gifts because it appears like they have lost their voices and have trouble seeing and hearing what is happening beyond their hubs. Oh by the way, my gifts are not intended for President Bush. He has his voice and he can see and hear the growing dissatisfaction. But a person, who takes a 5 week vacation and lectures the country about making sacrifices, it’s clear that he does not need throat lozenges, eye drops and ear wax removal solutions. He needs enema!

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