The Photography Workshop - Day 1

Today was the first day of a four day Photography conference cum workshop I'm attending.
Here's a quick glimpse of the ups and downs.

~ All of us (Me, and classmates) reached the venue without our camera's. We figured we'd only have lectures and such today. Got way intimidated when we saw practically everyone else there arrive with humongous camera bags and loads of equipment. Rushed back to our respective home's to get our camera's before the event started (Huge waste of time and money and effort as you'll see soon).

~ Sat through the terribly organized inaugration program. Almost all...no...All of the organizers, or rather all the members of the organization that organized the event seemed to be above 50 years of age. The person making the announcements and inviting the important guest faculty etc. on stage was the epitome of the word 'Clueless'. A few of the faculty members even managed to doze off on the stage while the schedule for the day etc. were being explained. Everyone seemed to keep insulting everyone else! (Hard to explain...can't find the right words...you should have been there...Rest assured, I was embarrassed for the whole lot of them!)

~ Attended two work shops, on - Macro photography (we'd already learnt the stuff this guy was talking about and his photographs were'nt that great), Composition (the lecture was ok...this guy's photograph's were amazing! Wish I could shoot like that) and one short one on video shooting, which I was'nt interested in at all.

~ More about the Video workshop: As a part of the workshop, they decided to show us some video on lighting, but there appeared to be some prblem with the cd player. So while they were trying to fix the problem, I started doodling on the notepad we were given in the morning. One of the delegates had brought his family along and his little boy (named Cezanne) was peeking over my shoulder the whole time. He appeared really interested in what I was drawing. So on an impulse, I drew this little picture of him and handed it over to him. His dad ( this guy with long hair and glasses who would've probably made a striking portrait!) asked him to get me to sign it and I did before handing it back to him as a keepsake (To Cezanne, from Amber). Lol...it felt so weird and nice at the same time!
Oh, and when the problem was finally fixed, we were treated to this really stupid short film that was supposed to give us an overview of the various lighting techniques - all I can say is that, it had a guy with scuba diving gear on, wandering around trying to figure out the tricks 'Dr. Lighting' had up his sleeve, after which he disappered back into the sea!! (Don't ask).

~ And the best part was that none of the workshops required a camera, and inspite of having one or two opportunities to shoot somethign good, I simply could'nt muster any enthusiasm for it at the time. I think that was partly because I knew I was expected to shoot just because it was a workshop and everyone else was...shooting i.e....Am I making sense? :)

Well, that's it about Day1. Have to go back at 9:30 tommorrow morning for Day 2.

I'm off to watch 'Cheaper by the Dozen 2' now, so adios! :)

The Year Review

Source: Tuesday Tales

1. What was the best thing to happen in 2005?

Me discovering the institute I'm currently studying in and finally getting into something art related.

As far back as I can remember, my answer to the 'What are you going to be when you grow up?' question has always been 'A Fashion designer or something else definitely related to art'. Not that I'm into clothes per se, but somehow it was the only 'arty' career known to my then younger self.

Somehow I got into commerce in junior college and ended up in an institute that stressed on academics above anything else. My professors figured I had potential (I got pretty good grades) and were determined not to let me waste it. So even saying something like 'What if I became a fashion designer?" would have probably sent them into spasms of shock and horror. By the end of those two years, I had an amazing marksheet, the experience of real hard work and a career goal of 'Uh...maybe an MBA?' (My new standard answer to the 'What do you want to do in the future?' question. I would get tons of advice on a daily basis to quit the management stream and get into something art related.

Then college happened.
Three years of amazing people, fun times and learning to live by myself (Of course I was'nt entirely alone. I had Amethyst and Jade for company). Three years of management. Three years of having people exclaim 'What on earth are you doing in management?' when they happened to get a peek at my doodles in the utterly boring finance lectures or my ideas and work for the college fest as the Head of the Creative department. And all the while I was fighting my own battle with my insecurities and self doubt. I knew was good at art/drawing, but who was I to think I was good enough to do it on a professional day-to-day basis? Did I really want a 9-5 job in some multinational company? Did I want to spend my life doing something in management that I might be reasonably good at/might work hard at but really did'nt enjoy? Or did I want to take a huge risk and get into a field I enjoyed but was'nt at all sure of? And even assuming I was ready to take the risk, did I want to spend another 3-4 years studying art?

Such questions continued right till the end of college and even after I graduated. I settled on some half-baked idea to get a job with my management degree, maybe even get a post graduation in the field and all the while try to do something (I had no idea what that something was) with my creative/artistic abilities.

But getting a job was'nt easy. The offers coming my way did'nt excite me, and were'nt that great either. And all throughout I had visions of being stuck in horrid job I did'nt like and spending my life with the regret that I had'nt had the courage to work for my dream.

Two months, many interviews and a horrible period of self-doubt, worry about my future and dissatisfaction with myself and my life later, in the midst of half heartedly preparing for an entrance exam that would get me into a post graduate management program, I decided to give this institute I had come across while researching my options in an art related field a call. What appealed to me about them was the fact that they had a one year course as opposed to the usual 3-4 year courses offered by the other institutes and the fact that they did not require candidates with prior degrees/qualifications in art (I did'nt have any).

I called them up with the intention of gathering some details and maybe doing a course with them the next academic year if things did'nt work out with the entrance exam. But before I knew it, I was called for an interview, I'd shown them some of my work and I'd gotten admission! I'll never forget the day. Here was this guy who was quite well known in his field, telling me that I was really good! It made a difference to hear that from someone who I thought knew what he was talking about. I signed up for the one year course the very next day.

Five months later, I'm pretty happy with my choice. I get to do the things I enjoy on a daily basis and finally feel that I'm in the right place, that maybe this was what I was meant to be doing. I'm not sure what the coming year will hold for me, or whether I will be able to make a successful career in my new chosen field, but I do know that I'm happy with my career choice at the moment (Am already fostering dreams of becoming a freelance illustrator cum designer, getting something published, maybe even selling a painting - funny how I never had any dreams and ambitions in mangement) and that I will not regret not having done this years down the line.

So definitely the best thing to happen in 2005 was to finally have the courage to accept fate's push and start on the road to fulfilling a dream. :)

2. What was the worst thing to happen in 2005?

The two months right after graduation, before I got into the institute I'm currently studying in. I never want to relive that period of my life again. I was totally miserable. I'd come to realize that management was'nt the career for me and that I'd be miserable in it but at the same time I was incredibly insecure about my artistic abilities and unsure about how wise it would be to study art for three more years inorder to switch careers. I think I woke up everyday thinking about how my life was going nowhere while some of the very people I had graduated with seemed to be getting jobs and basically striding ahead with confidence and a sure knowledge of what they wanted in life. Was not a nice feeling.

3. What is your biggest regret of the year?

Tough one. But you know what? I don't think I have any. Not breaking away from mangement and giving art a try would have been my biggest regret of the year, but thank god that did'nt happen! :)

4. If you could do anything over again what would it be?

Relive my college days - all three years of fun, good and bad experiences, and the most importantly the people.

5. What do you see for the rest of the year?

Wish I really could see...but then again, where's the fun in that? Hmm...the usual ups and downs, graduating this course with flying colours :), hopefully landing a nice job, maybe even meeting the special someone ;)? Who knows?

I'll just have to take things as they come.

This or That?

Source: Monday Madness

1. diamonds or pearls?
Diamonds

2. paperback or hardcover books?
Paperback

3. carpet or hardwood floors?
Hardwood floors

4. dogs or cats?
Dogs!

5. fluffy or firm pillow?
Hmm...I'm going to have to say a bit of both

6. fine point or medium point pens?
Medium point

7. clocks a little fast or on time?
A litle fast - so I'm not late

8. mahjong or spider solitaire (or other)?
Neither

9. wall calendar or desk calendar?
Does'nt make a difference to me

10. 'Survivor' or 'The Amazing Race?'
The Amazing Race

How Was Your Weekend?

In the last 48 hours I have,

- come close to finishing a drawing I'm kinda proud of ( You get to peek at a part of it below)



- said something that sounded incredibly stupid the minute after it was said
- done something incredibly careless and idiotic (ergo the "I'm an idiot" post)
- eaten way too many Gulab Jamuns (Amethyst made them. They turned out pretty well. I've eaten so many, I think I'm gonna be sick!)



- walked the dog numerous times
- run after the dog trying to rescue various items like socks, shoes etc. numerous times
- been bored to death on more than one occassion
- watched 'The Incredibles' for the third time (love it)



- watched 'Where Eagles Dare' and totally drooled over the very young Clint Eastwood in it



- submitted my entry for this week's Illustration Friday theme 'Holiday'
- cancelled a plan to go out with friends
- argued with Amethyst a million times
- wished I were ushering in the new year on a beach somewhere
- eaten a lot of 'snicker' candy bars
- taken this test and gotten the following result

You are a Helper Who Finds Missing Children Over The Internet!
(Submissive Introverted Concrete Feeler)
You are a HELPER WHO FINDS MISSING CHILDREN OVER THE INTERNET (SICF). You are very tentative in the world and introverted with people— which means you are the shy and silent type (hence the Internet.) But behind your reserved exterior lies a dedicated person with a passion for the concrete truth who wants to, in his heart of hearts, help find missing children. God bless you.

Hmm...in other words, done nothing much worth writing home about.

Wish you a Merry Christmas, or to be more politically correct, Happy Holidays Reader!

Teacher, Teach Me

Writing about teachers who taught us is like the most common post.

But then my professors aren’t that common! : )

The law professor: Mr. L

This guy’s lectures were the best sleep inducers ever! Stronger than any sleeping pill ever discovered.

He had this really sinister smile, with a stupid cowlick falling on his forehead and used talk in this droning monotone which was a lullaby by itself.

His lectures used to be for 3 hours after the lunch break and he never gave us a break in between. So people peacefully resorted to sleeping in his lecture no matter where they were sitting, be it the first bench or the last. We used to rush to sit on the last bench, preferably near the walls so that we could put our heads on the walls and snooze.

No one ever dared talk in his lecture, partially because he was scary and the other reason being that they preferred to sleep after a good lunch.

I remember once he had caught me and Amber…. He thought we were upto something whereas we were just taking down notes.

He said, “Ladies of the last beeeeeeeench, what are you doiiiing?”(Yes that’s how he spoke)

Amber and I, “Taking down notes sir.”

Him (with that idiotic smile which I hated to the core): “I’ll know when I come there and check your books.”

I was totally pissed by now and said, “Sir you can if you want to.”

Him: “Let it beeeee. I don’t want to embarrass you.” (And again that smile)

Me thinking: That scum, how could he say that?!!!!

The other incident I remember is:

At the end of a lecture he called out to the class and said, “If you class rep is awake, I would like the attendance register.”

That oaf knew we weren’t listening to him, but he tortured us just the same…

Some of his classic dialogues were;

“I am not your father’s servaaaaaaaaant.”

“I don’t want noiiiiiiiiiiiiise, I want voiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.”

Whenever someone entered a second late, and would say please sir, he would go: “I am not here to please youuuuuuuuuuuuu, you are here to please meeeeeeeee.”

He was definitely creative with his dialogues I must say.

All the guys used to try and mimic him. Sometimes me too!

On the last day of his lecture, one of my classmates wrote ‘good riddance’ on the black board and Mr. L who had arrived early that day was standing at the door, trying to read what that fellow was writing. When he realized that the prof had already arrived and saw him, he somehow managed to bunk the lecture before others could settle in.

The quantitative techniques professor: Mr. P

This professor was one of the best we had! He can make the most boring subject like quants, materials management, logistics etc. simple and interesting.

The best thing about him was that though his papers were tough; he gave marks generously and didn’t fail any of us.

He was an IIT Mumbai graduate and that says a lot about his intelligence. He had a lot of experience in the real world and was well read. All the above reasons made his lectures all the more interesting with his anecdotes and case studies and not to forget his sense of humor.

No one really knew where he was from, because he spoke most of the languages fluently. If anyone asked him about it, he would say, “I am from everywhere.” All of us kept guessing till the last year. Though I had a strong feeling that he was a Tamilian because no one can speak tamil so fluently, that too when you have been living in Mumbai for so long, unless you are one. And he used to have a special corner for three people in our class who were tamilians: me, Amber and another guy. We scored full marks in internals in all his subjects. At least I did!

Whenever he wanted either me or Amber to solve something on the board, he would say, “Inge wadi!” (Which means, ‘come here’ in tamil)

No one else understood what it meant and from that day, we came to be known as ‘The Ingewadi Sisters!’

Once in class, when a boy was caught talking to a girl, thus disturbing him, he got so furious that he called him and made him sit next to a guy on the first bench and said, “ Now be happy and gay!”

He had something to say about everyone in class. Once when he was walking through the rows, he came up to a friend of mine, who happens to be a Catholic and says, “Do you know, if I walk in to a church and shout D’Souza, half of the crowd will stand up!”

I believe he was the only student-friendly professor we had and who really helped us out whenever we were in trouble and agreed to the fact that our co-coordinator was a total nut-case!

The economics professor: Mr.M

Mr. M was really talented at mugging up the notes and dictating it without a reference, during his lecture. I think even that’s an art, though I didn’t believe in imitating it. He used to love it when people by-heart their speeches and repeat it, during the presentations and mark them higher than others. It was totally unfair because I could never by heart the speech like many and could never speak without a reference note!

He had this tendency to add the phrase ‘like say’ at the beginning and ‘it out’ at the end of everything sentence.

Like say we are having inflation in the economy.

Like say the farmer has a produce and wants to sell it out.

Everybody write it out.

This is the topic for your group; I want five of you to present it out.

He has to finance it out.

After a few days most of us stopped using the phrase ‘it out’ even at the right places….

The coordinator: Mrs. N

She was the most erratic person we have ever met! One second she you find her yelling at the top of her voice and the next second she is smiling fondly at the same person she yelled at, like she was kidding a few minutes back!

People believed she was a maniac and some of us had overheard a professor mentioning that she was going through some psychological treatment. I won’t be surprised if she is!

Her favorite dialogue was: “I am going to kill you! And I mean it!”

We used to try hard not to laugh whenever she said that.

The finance professor: Mr. H.B.

He was the coordinator’s pet. She considered him a boon to our college.

I agree that this professor has good knowledge about the subject…. But Mr. H.B., I am sorry to tell you that you just cannot teach.

The first hurdle in his sessions was that no one understood what he spoke.

When asked for a feedback about his teaching, most of my classmates wrote, ‘we would like to know what language he speaks in class.’

The most interesting thing was his papers. First of all, no one could solve his papers. Even professors from other colleges used to find it tough.

And secondly, he used to make us sit according to our roll numbers and used to have codes like: add the numbers in your roll numbers and answer the corresponding question number.

All this for a stupid class test, which we were bound to fail!

Not that any of the others were crazy in their own way, but these were some of the unusual professors we had in the three years of our college life!

I'm an idiot.

Kids!

Kids never fail to amuse me…. Be it the 5 year old who visited us or the kids I teach.

These are a few conversations I have had with my tutees.

Me: Hey, is your mom home?

Terrified stares from both, the boy and the girl

The boy: Why Ma’m?

Me: I would like to talk to her.

Both even more terrified now

The boy: Why? Are you going to complain?

Me (with a devilish smile): Yup I am going to.

(Though, I wanted to speak to her on some other matter.)

The boy and the girl make unhappy noises

The boy: But I have been doing my homework…

Me: But you aren’t studying right now and that’s what I am going to complain about…

Both start studying seriously.

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The boy: Ma’m, how many years were you in Bombay?

Me: 10 years…

The boy: 10 yrs!!!! That long??? I’ll be ten only in February! (Giggles)

I couldn’t be more amused!

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The girl calls me at 11 am to check at what time I will be taking tuitions:

The girl: “Ma’m, when will you be coming?

Me: I’ll be there around 3:30.

The girl: Ma’m, morning or evening?

Me: Err… I don’t think I can make it in the morning, I’ll be there in the evening..

The girl: Ok Ma’m.

I have no idea what made her ask that, I am sure she didn’t get the last part either!
_________________

The girl: Ma’m, I cannot listen your handwriting…

Me (blank): I didn’t get you… Can you repeat?

The boy: Haha!! Ma’m, listen it seems!!

Me to the girl: Do you mean you can’t understand?

The girl (who looked perplexed till now, gives a relieved smile): Yes Ma’m.

And this happens almost everyday whenever she comes across something she cant listen to….

_____________________

Kids…. They truly make my day!

Are You That Much Sought After Species - The Returning Visitor?

Hey all.

I was wondering...does anyone apart from me, Jade and Ronin frequent this blog? Am really curious so at the risk of finding out that we have only one genuine 'returning visitor' (Give it up for Ronin, people!) I'm going to request people who've visited this blog more than once to please say 'Aye!'.....

Pretty please?

It's A New Day, It's A New Start

Hello.

It occurs to me that lately the task of keeping this blog updated regularly has fallen squarely on the shoulders of Jade - with little help from either me, the dog or Amethyst - and she's done an amazing job.

I was wondering today morning about how this came about. I mean, I was the primary instigator of this blog and probably the one among the four who was most enthusiatic about it in the beginning - which is quite obvious from the fact that my posts dominate the beginning of the blog. But things changed along the way... I got caught up in work and more unfortunately ran out of thing's to say! I had a case of blogger's block so to speak, and fortunately Jade had the words to replace mine.

Hmm...About how I got busy...I'm a student of Visual Communications - which means I get to learn stuff like graphic design, animation, photography and a bit of fine art (as seen in the photographs) all day long :) - and my college is pretty far from where I stay. Far enough to require two hours of travel each way. That's four hours of travel in a day. By the time I get back home, I'm usually tired and have just about enough energy to drop in here, smile at Jade's post's and maybe update my other blog where I put up some of my work ( What can I say? Forgive me, but I love to draw! ).



Coming to the lack of words, well, I have no idea why or how that happened. But this morning, during one of those two hour bus journey's (which by the way are extremely conduscive to thinking and generally day dreaming....and ah..butt ache!!) I felt some of my earlier enthusiasm for blogging return. I found myself trying to make resolutions to try harder and well, blog more.

Now, I don't know if you'll henceforth find me here more often , but I do want you to know, I'll try :).

This is Amber, signing off!

10 Reasons Why A Book Is Better Than A Boyfriend!

• It’s never too busy to be with you. It is free when you are free.

• You can have a different one for every mood.

• It doesn’t get jealous if you enjoy the company of other books.

• Even you don’t mind it, if some other girl is enjoying your book.

• You don’t mind lending it to other people for an indefinite time.

• What’s inside is clearly stated on the covers.

• In case lost, you can always replace it with another copy.

• You can have as much ever books you want at one time.

• Size doesn’t matter to you!

• You can always READ them!!!

Let's Talk....

The other day, I spoke to this guy, who was my senior in college, after a very long time. Actually, he has been on my messenger list for a very long time but we hardly talk and is online 24*7(God knows why or how!)… maybe that’s why we hardly talk….

This guy was like the super- nerd amongst my seniors and was kind of weird too.

Don’t know whether it was brains or hard work, but he managed to get through the most prestigious B-school in India, the IIMs.

So, the other day he had put up his pic on display… a profile view.

I could hardly see his face and plus the guy in the pic looked older than I expected him to look.

Curiosity got better of me and I pinged him, “Is that you?”

This guy quickly removes the pic for God knows what reason and then says,” Hi”

(Oh, pic gone and now I have to make conversations… sigh…)

So even I say, “Hi, How are you?”

Him: “I am good. How are you?”

Me: “I am doing fine too.”

Silence….

Me: “So, are you done with your course?”

Now, this is a very stupid question because it’s just mid-term, but then the last time I spoke to him he had mentioned something about completing it earlier than the other institutes. So I asked him anyway, since I didn’t know what else to talk about.

Him: “Three more months to go.”

Long silence…

Then he asks, “What are you doing these days?”

Me: “Preparing for entrance exams.”

Him: “That’s nice.”

Long silence again…..

Him: “So what have you been doing over the last year?”

Me: “Err… completing my final year…”

Long pause yet again….

Him: *winking smiley*

Me: *smile*

End of conversation.

Told you he was weird…

Que Sera Sera..

The other day I was teaching the boy Hindi. He had questions like:

What’s your name?

Where do you live? Etc...

And he has to write the appropriate responses.

So, we came to this question, what do you want to be when you grow up?

His school teacher had provided the answers already and he had written, “I want to become a doctor.”

The kid starts saying, “But I want to be a rocket scientist!”

So I tell him, well that’s nice! But I want you to write ‘doctor’ because you might make some spelling mistake while writing ‘rocket scientist’ in Hindi. The other reason why I told him to write that was because I wasn’t sure what do you call a scientist, that too a rocket scientist in Hindi…

I came home and started thinking about my ambitions, yes ambitions as a kid.

As a kid I used to think I want to be everything, a scientist, an astronaut, a doctor, an engineer and what not! I thought I will be all of them, not just one…

Now when I think about it, I wonder what made me think like that. At least this kid has an achievable ambition!

I am still as confused about what I want to be in life… I am just doing what I think is the right thing to do…

But now I have a somewhat sensible list of things I want to be and do in this life time.

They include:

An entrepreneur

A social worker

A photographer

A fire fighter

A guitarist

Study literature

Own a restaurant

Work on a movie (as in the technical side of it)

Start a school

I am sure there is more…can think of only these as of now...

I hope to do at least a few of it, if not all of it :)

Jade's Avatar!

Is this cool or what!!! Had fun doing this : ) and couldn't resist putting it up! Go try your avatar!

Amber's Avatar

Ok...just had to share this discovery.


Is'nt she cute? Ahem...She is my avatar after all! :D

What are you waiting for? Go get yours...

Funny Store Signs!

Came across these somewhere. Thought I would share it with others. Some maybe old, but some are really good!

• Outside a muffler shop: “No appointment necessary, we hear you coming.”
• Outside a hotel: “Help! We need inn-experienced people.”
• On a desk in a reception room: “We shoot every 3^rd salesman, and the 2^nd one just left.”
• In a veterinarian’s waiting room: “Be back in five minutes, Sit! Stay!”
• At the electric company: “We would be de-lighted if you send in your bill. However, if you don’t, you will be.”
• On the door of a computer store: “Out for a quick byte.”
• In a restaurant window: “Don’t stand there and be hungry, come on in and get fed up.”
• Inside a bowling alley:” Please be quiet, we need to hear a pin drop.”
• In the front yard of a funeral home:” Drive carefully, we’ll wait.”
• In a counselor’s office: Growing old is mandatory, growing wise is optional.”

The week so far...

Monday, 5^th Dec: Jade is a dolt! ( so you knew that huh?)

Jade goes to get the application form for a college she wants to apply. Now there are two colleges affiliated to this university, she got confused between the two and bought the wrong form. It’s not like her to mess up things like this. She might as well apply to the other university, now that she has bought the form.

Tuesday, 6^th Dec: Fish commits suicide.

A small fish whose breed could not be established, ended its life by jumping out of a glass container, before Jade could come to its rescue.

The maid- servant had not fed it in days and had asked Jade if she wants to keep it. Jade agreed and the girl brought it to her place the next morning. The event occurred while Jade was still asleep…

It was later found by Jade that the water in the container was not more than 150ml, and it was possible that the fish got claustrophobic and decided to end its life.

Wednesday, 7^th Dec: Jade is feeling guilty…

Jade has recently started giving tuitions to a 7 yr old and an 8 yr old. So when generally their mom was asking her about their studies and progress, Jade happened to mention how the 8 yr old needs to work harder and how he doesn’t have time to study. The mom gets all serious and says no tennis sessions from tomorrow! The next moment the kid starts crying! God! That’s the last thing you want to ever do to a kid! I mean that’s the age to run and play and do so many things! So, she tried to pacify him however she could, explaining how he can join tennis after the exams are over, and all the while feeling terrible inside…

Thursday, 8^th Dec: Jade is not feeling guilty anymore!

The kid tells Jade, he has been told he can continue his tennis sessions after the English paper, which will get over the next day! Kid is happy, Jade is happy!

Friday, 9^th Dec : Jade is happy-sad….

Kids do well in their respective exams. Jade is really proud of them! But Jade is unhappy with herself because she has an exam on Sunday and she has not at all started any preparation! It so nice when you are a kid…. You just do what you are told to do and people around you make sure you study. When you are adult enough to take care of yourself, you tend to get lenient with yourself, procrastinating all the time…. Sigh…

Saturday,10^th Dec: Jade is writing this post…

It’s Saturday and Jade who is supposed to be studying is sitting here and writing this post…she hasn’t written the mock paper as yet and has to brush up on the basics too…

So, she is taking your leave for the time being and going to do what she is supposed to be doing…

You can wish me luck! : )

Don't Pay Attention To Me...

Today after generally doing some surfing and stuff, I thought why not just visit random blogs. Though I visit a select few blogs of my friends and leave a comment as anon, I never really paid a visit to many other blogs.

So I thought it’s not just enough that I reply back to people or the person who leave/s a comment on my posts, its time to ‘pay it forward’ (I like the pay it forward concept in the movie which goes by the same name).

So I set out into the blogger world, hitting random blogs which where updated a few hours ago, and to my surprise most of them were new ones, with hardly anything written in them. Though I should a lot of people have decorated their blogs quite well.

By the way, Amber the template we use seems to be the most common one…

Also, it was difficult for me to follow what they were trying to say because few people write like how they speak, or talk about things like the sitcoms or soaps or the stars they like or their college without an introduction or description to it. Thus, leaving me confused.

Moreover, the english we use is slightly affected by our native language, not just others but mine too I feel.

Okay, I am not saying I write brilliantly but still I make an effort to keep a universal standard in my writings and ramblings. I know people who visit my blog may not be from my country or know my country or know about the things I am talking about. So if I talk about something from India which people may not know about or if I write something in Hindi (national language), I either leave an explanation or a translation, whichever suits. Also, I have my self- imposed rules to blogging, with regards to font, errors, the subject itself, the slang and I always proof-read before I post and edit if required.

I don’t expect others to follow what I do or don’t and this post is just an observation…so people out there who are more than eager to rip my writings apart, you are welcome to do so, but please don’t hate me!

There She Goes Again....

Hey people!

The lyrics below are of the song-Love me when I am gone. The lines probably will make you think of a guy singing about a love that hurt him a lot… but to me it makes sense even in parts and in different situations…

It goes…

There's another world inside of me that you may never see.
There's secrets in this life that I can't hide.
Somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find.
Maybe it's too far away or maybe I'm just blind, maybe I'm just blind.

So hold me when I'm here right me when I'm wrong.
Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone.
Everything I am and everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be.
I'll never let you down even if I could.
I'd give up everything if only for your good.

So hold me when I'm here right me when I'm wrong.
You can hold me when I'm scared but you won't always be there,
So love me when I'm gone, love me when I'm gone

When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin.
I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends.
Now roaming through this darkness I'm alive but I'm alone.
Part of me is fighting this but part of me is gone.
So hold me when I'm here right me when I'm wrong.
Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone.

Everything I am and everything in me.
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be,
Ill never let you down even if I could.
I'd give up everything if only for your good.

So hold me when I'm here right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared, you won't always be there,
So love me when I'm gone.
(Maybe I'm just blind)

One more thing before I go, can someone tell me who sung this song?

The person who sent this song to me saved it under the name Creed and when I looked up the lyrics on the net, it said The B-52’s, but I can’t find it on either band’s website or anywhere else. So I really don’t know who sung this song.

If you know, do let me know!

The song is right here, if you are interested!