Blog-Word! for shraavya
friend's
You're an individual - nobody was found with the same word as you!
Haiku2 for shraavya
it would be that's
the problem with feelings the
body's reactions are
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Lalalalala-LAH
In a fit of narcissism, I googled my name to see what would show up. The first page was my blog! Yahoo! There weren't too many people with the same name as me around. I hope that the reason that the name is not popular has nothing to do with me.
Aside: At this point, most of those who know me and others who may have stumbled here by mistake, would be wondering why I thought it was a 'fit of narcissism'. Really, who am I kidding? The only reason that I'm not wasting away in front of my reflection is that I can be easily distracted by bright lights.
the others who shared my name were a one year old baby and a young lady who seems quite different than me. For example, she doesn't mind being asked questions about whether she prefers to laugh or to cry. My response to such questions would be a derogatory laughter and possible speculation about the questioners ancestry. Apart from the obligatory meanings of names databases, everything else pertained to me. To ME! Yay!
Aside: At this point, most of those who know me and others who may have stumbled here by mistake, would be wondering why I thought it was a 'fit of narcissism'. Really, who am I kidding? The only reason that I'm not wasting away in front of my reflection is that I can be easily distracted by bright lights.
the others who shared my name were a one year old baby and a young lady who seems quite different than me. For example, she doesn't mind being asked questions about whether she prefers to laugh or to cry. My response to such questions would be a derogatory laughter and possible speculation about the questioners ancestry. Apart from the obligatory meanings of names databases, everything else pertained to me. To ME! Yay!
Sunday, October 15, 2006
I'm sure there's a point in this somewhere
I feel like I should have more to say on my very neglected blog. Waxing eloquent on things that are in the grand scheme of things not that important has always been far too easy, again to the chagrin of the people around me. However, on things that "matter", like life, love and the universe, I find that I can never be more than laconic. Worse I use cliches. The horror...
but the thing is that for whatever reason, anything that is of any import bubbles up to the surface in fragmented sentences, usually at inopportune times. To lend voice to thought will be, and has been, more bother than it is worth. It seems a bit silly to drop in lines of an emotional crisis or some such thing without any context or any hope for a future discussion which I know that I couldn't sustain. Not that I am going through an emotional crisis I hasten to add.
but the thing is that for whatever reason, anything that is of any import bubbles up to the surface in fragmented sentences, usually at inopportune times. To lend voice to thought will be, and has been, more bother than it is worth. It seems a bit silly to drop in lines of an emotional crisis or some such thing without any context or any hope for a future discussion which I know that I couldn't sustain. Not that I am going through an emotional crisis I hasten to add.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Advertently alliterative (in parts)
I am most upset that there aren't more comments on my blog. After rational reflection (please stop laughing, dear family and friends) I realized that this absence of interest in my blog may be because it hasn't been the active-est. Further rumination revealed that essence of communication with the world, and this is amplified a billion times when one is using the Internet as a channel of communication, is reciprocatory (yes, I made up that structure) responses to other people's sometimes rants, sometimes soul searchings. I have, therefore, resolved to drop in reminders of my existence on other people's blogs. I think it should shock them nicely, they won't need a vacation this year. Ha!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tagged
My sister tagged me a while ago and I, naturally, never did anything about it. I was supposed to list six weird but unknown things about me, which naturally I never did- there really isn't any need for me to add to the reasons for people to think that I am a basket case. So I decided to tweak it a bit and list six of the things that stand out in my memories about a fake camping trip that I was just shanghaied on.
1. I experienced an extraordinarily unexpected moment of peace while crossing a mile high suspension bridge between two mountains. The bridge was made of metal and it was a windy day so there was considerable swaying involved. The wind, as it blew down the bridge, created these unbelievably soothing sounds which created an almost choral effect. Feeling safe and warm and at peace while I was walking down a narrow strip of metal bars that hung suspended on wires between two mountains, while there was a near-gale blowing and there were people milling about, was such a contradiction in terms that that time-space moment will always be unforgettable.
2. The odd homogeneity of insect life that I saw on the trip. I kept seeing the same species of spider wherever I went. I was convinced that it was following me around but then I saw two at the same time, so now I know that there were two that were stalking me in shifts apparently.
3. The dispelling of my notion of what a nature photographer does. In my mind, this species of photographers trek through the wilderness in waistcoats with too many pockets and take pictures of bark and such like. But not so any more. Apparently one can be a nature photographer from the comfort of one's car and the "nature" that one sees at the designated stop points along the highway are enough grist for their mill.
4. The sweet-turned-creepy old guy who offered to whisk me away to the beach in his private jet but abruptly stopped talking to me when I said that I didn't speak Malayalam. Yeah, I don't know.
5. The complete lack of curiosity or interest or individuality in the people that I went with. It really never fails to amaze me that there are adults who follow like drones what other people tell them. There is not, evidently, even the littlest shred of critical thought that pops into apparently rational human beings. And what is worse, the mere mention of a contrary opinion is considered disloyal. Who lives like this?
6. The insensitivity to other people's opinions, wants, comforts and to a certain extent, existence. I had always considered myself, and was frequently reminded that, I was too self centered and dismissive of what other people thought. I have found however, that there are people who are infinitely more self involved than me.
That was it. My first tag. Althuogh can this actually be a tag since I haven't tagged a bunch of people as well?
1. I experienced an extraordinarily unexpected moment of peace while crossing a mile high suspension bridge between two mountains. The bridge was made of metal and it was a windy day so there was considerable swaying involved. The wind, as it blew down the bridge, created these unbelievably soothing sounds which created an almost choral effect. Feeling safe and warm and at peace while I was walking down a narrow strip of metal bars that hung suspended on wires between two mountains, while there was a near-gale blowing and there were people milling about, was such a contradiction in terms that that time-space moment will always be unforgettable.
2. The odd homogeneity of insect life that I saw on the trip. I kept seeing the same species of spider wherever I went. I was convinced that it was following me around but then I saw two at the same time, so now I know that there were two that were stalking me in shifts apparently.
3. The dispelling of my notion of what a nature photographer does. In my mind, this species of photographers trek through the wilderness in waistcoats with too many pockets and take pictures of bark and such like. But not so any more. Apparently one can be a nature photographer from the comfort of one's car and the "nature" that one sees at the designated stop points along the highway are enough grist for their mill.
4. The sweet-turned-creepy old guy who offered to whisk me away to the beach in his private jet but abruptly stopped talking to me when I said that I didn't speak Malayalam. Yeah, I don't know.
5. The complete lack of curiosity or interest or individuality in the people that I went with. It really never fails to amaze me that there are adults who follow like drones what other people tell them. There is not, evidently, even the littlest shred of critical thought that pops into apparently rational human beings. And what is worse, the mere mention of a contrary opinion is considered disloyal. Who lives like this?
6. The insensitivity to other people's opinions, wants, comforts and to a certain extent, existence. I had always considered myself, and was frequently reminded that, I was too self centered and dismissive of what other people thought. I have found however, that there are people who are infinitely more self involved than me.
That was it. My first tag. Althuogh can this actually be a tag since I haven't tagged a bunch of people as well?
Friday, July 21, 2006
An old one
This is an old post from a now defunct, ill fated blog. I thought I would put this up here since I can't really think of anything else to say and have this strange compulsion to post something on the blog.
So I sit here in my room again. I've been in bed for the better part of the day. It worries me, if i can remember to think about it, that if i don't push myself to talk to people, I could very easily retreat into the world in my head. The eternal conflict for me isn't tuning out the world, but making myself acknowledge its presence and that i need it. It is what makes me, me. I react. I exist because I react to the world and my immediate surroundings. The funny thing is that I think most people would consider me to be individualistic and independent. the irony of that thought always amused me. Right down to the way I talk, I mimic the people around me. Maybe there is a part of me that is different from others-- that makes me see things differently. Maybe this is what people see and say is the essential me-ness. Oddly perceptive of them. Funny really, I am different to different people, but this part endures and is close enough to the surface that everyone can notice it. I do underestimate the world.
So I sit here in my room again. I've been in bed for the better part of the day. It worries me, if i can remember to think about it, that if i don't push myself to talk to people, I could very easily retreat into the world in my head. The eternal conflict for me isn't tuning out the world, but making myself acknowledge its presence and that i need it. It is what makes me, me. I react. I exist because I react to the world and my immediate surroundings. The funny thing is that I think most people would consider me to be individualistic and independent. the irony of that thought always amused me. Right down to the way I talk, I mimic the people around me. Maybe there is a part of me that is different from others-- that makes me see things differently. Maybe this is what people see and say is the essential me-ness. Oddly perceptive of them. Funny really, I am different to different people, but this part endures and is close enough to the surface that everyone can notice it. I do underestimate the world.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Passive-aggressive? Who me?
So, contrary to popular opinion and ardent prayers, I am still alive. There have been no new changes to my self imposed seclusion to report-- the isolation continues unabated. Just wanted to post a few lines so that the world is aware that I'm still around. The two minutes that it will take me to write these few lines will also allow me to say to those of my friends who are concerned and angry with me for not speaking to them, Ha! I wrote, I stayed in touch (that was a quite mired sentence). Thus I maintain my tenuous grip on the moral, I-am-wronged high ground.
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