Thursday 31 December 2009

Being in the department of orthodontics.

Here's a glimpse on how much love letting that 0.9 mm steel wire create pits and fissures on my palm and fingers.

Wednesday 30 December 2009


Hello! This is a place where i am going to share my penchant for a form of human expression that needs a little more than skill.

Thursday 10 December 2009

More power

Once upon a time, there was a city. Like any other city, rife with crime, tall buildings, similar looking crowd, identical streets and a rich heritage. Just the kind that would need a superhero. A growing population, rapid urbanization had forced a section of the population to resort to socially unacceptable means of income exempli gratia robbery, forgery, burglary and other similar acts. Most of the eminent scientist folk had gone bonkers and were cooking up evil plans of world domination, the billionaires wanted to buy the city so that they could carry out mass demolition for entertainment, people in boring professions like teaching, tailoring and white collar stuff had taken up the hobbies like asking wierd riddles and sticking axes in peoples' skulls etc. But, the biggest menace that was raising head was the evil monster called "Auto rickshaw". It could throw traffic into complete chaos in a single blink. It cut across busy streets, sowing fear in the hearts of school-going children, law-abiding citizens and old ladies crossing streets with their wobbly feet and meek hearts.

It would jump straight in your face, from the least expected nooks and crannies. It could turn around 180 degrees standing at its place. It would brush past you, rubbing your shoulder and depositing fear in your veins.

The crowd was scared... they needed someone to stand up for them... as the auto rickshaw crooned in a scary tune, sitting, smiling, ready to pounce.

Friday 4 December 2009

Change is good!

As we live, we build walls, walls around us to secure us. Imagine the room in which you are sitting, what if it had no roof? It would be scary.... it walls were not there... wouldn't it be? It would be rough, it would be insecure and it would keep you on your toes, not able to concentrate on reading this blog entry of mine. These walls bring comfort. Limiting yourself, looking through the small keyholes of prejudice before letting anyone in... it makes you safe. When you do something that you normally don't do makes your day memorable! It is like the day when you chose to open the window only to shut it before too much of wind ruffled your papers of security.

When I talk of change, I am not talking about doing drastically eccentric stuff, I am talking about going with the flow and it's not like I am pointing fingers. This entry is actually a self evaluation. I want myself to extend my horizons, take chances, explore the possibilities and crap like that.

Sometimes, people or the circumstances push me to change my routine, and sometimes the motivation comes from within but, there is always this overriding feeling of fear. The fear of the unknown. My experience says that talking to oneself is the best remedy to clear out this fear. I can talk myself through things.

When my school finished, an insecurity crept in. How would life be now? New friends, new life? A search for a new identity. Life pushed me to deep waters and I learned to swim.

When I go to a new department after finishing one posting in college, I slowly grow an attachment to it.

Most new things we fear are the things with those we later fall in love. There is nothing in this world which doesn't take getting used to; there is nothing more taxing than the process of getting used to a new life; and what is life which is not a bit taxing and testing? It's a new life everyday with new people, old wisdom and new mistakes.

--A sunny positive Abhyudaya!

Tuesday 1 December 2009

Humans to humans

We all were born, and in a well-planned manner, we were each given our very own, personal, distinct lives. Then, came the crossroads, and our paths crossed. Very selectively, we stumble upon and like people that we should like. Internet, public gatherings, social interactions direct us in a well orchestrated manner to meet the people and interact with them. Isn’t it some plan? Isn’t it fascinating?

No, it isn’t. There is nothing that is “meant to be” in my view and I am not trying to be impressive here. I think we don’t just stumble upon people, we guide ourselves, direct ourselves to sieve through the crowd we meet and reach the people we “want” to reach. Within us, there is a planner. We plan to meet people of a certain type, those who don’t fit in, fade away in the background and those who do, stay and stick around.

I don’t think…. Love or friendship therefore, might happen by chance. It’s pure choice. It’s your choice.

And it’s funnier after the first few days when the choices are made. After a bond is established, the intriguing factors in the relation such as “who will dominate whom”, “what sort of humour will ensue in between”, “whose angst would give way to whose preferences” and so on.

It’s not for nothing that I find anthropology interesting.