Sunday, April 26, 2009
The little singer
The singer was 6 years old when she sang this. 6!!! Front teeth all missing. Very adorable. And amazing vocal range! Made it to the finals of Britain's Got Talent in 2007.
Here are the lyrics:
Imagine - John Lennon
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one..
Pet peeves
Here are a few of my eccentricities. I shall keep adding as I recall more.
I used to be very scared of the shower. I somehow had the nightmarish idea that blood would come out instead of water. Another fear I had was that teeny fishes would pour out along with the water. I think I've pretty much gotten over that since hostels don't really offer a bucket and mug.
I have this weird idea where I want to someday be able to tell people that I'm dying of cancer. And when they laugh it off, and say "Oh thank God", I can genuinely tell them that I am not joking. And make them feel very guilty. Though I do hope it is never the case when I think logically and sensibly.
I can build up whole long conversations in my head, including the whole 'movie' set. It can include people from real life or people I conjure up in my head. And believe me, my scenes go into much more details than they do in your head. And people like Akash, don't think pervy now.
I never watch scary movies/TV series. I just cannot. If I do, I'll keep imagining that thing for weeks, dreaming very life-like nightmares about it. I remember I happened to see this TV serial's episode's teeny fraction where there were hands coming out of the wall against which a guy was leaning. To this day, when I lean against my wall or even the bed ka side, that thought crosses my mind.
Another scary thing is this story I was told by my Dad about his colleague whose house was haunted and how his wife and daughter used to see a ghost on the fan and how their daughter was discovered a couple of times inside a container, badly scratched and bruised. So when I look at the fan, especially at night when the lights are out, sometimes I think of that.
So I guess you understand why I don't watch scary things. My imagination is usually enough. I'm very scared of the dark. I remember I used to find excuses to not go into the house alone on winter days when everyone was sitting outside or on the roof for sunlight. And if I was made to, I would run in and run out, as fast as I possibly could.
I tend to remember weird bits and pieces here and there in excruciating detail. Some parts of my lecture notes, which might not be at all relevant from an exam point of view, become etched in my mind. As do dialogues. Many, many Friends episodes, my favorite movies, etc are so deeply engraved onto my mind that I might not have seen them for 3 years also. But when I see them again I'll remember them. For those who were there on V Day night this year, you might remember my dialogue-remembering prowess.
I have this unnatural fear and dislike for insects. And animals too I would say. I can look at a cockroach from far away and feel grossified. And of course PGP rooms are a haven for all sorts of insects. So every late night I'm gifted with a buzzing one which seems to charge right for me. And I scream like a true girl and flail madly. It was actually when this huge moth came into my room that I realized for the first time that I could actually be classified as girly :) And I don't like animals too. Very scared of dogs. Don't like cats. They look so evil and stare like they hate me. I read this book Mr.Galliano's circus and about how soft the eyes of all animals are and how could anyone be rude and mean to them. Well I swear I tried to look at the eyes of the next dog I saw. But then it barked and I ran. So that is that.
Cheers!
I used to be very scared of the shower. I somehow had the nightmarish idea that blood would come out instead of water. Another fear I had was that teeny fishes would pour out along with the water. I think I've pretty much gotten over that since hostels don't really offer a bucket and mug.
I have this weird idea where I want to someday be able to tell people that I'm dying of cancer. And when they laugh it off, and say "Oh thank God", I can genuinely tell them that I am not joking. And make them feel very guilty. Though I do hope it is never the case when I think logically and sensibly.
I can build up whole long conversations in my head, including the whole 'movie' set. It can include people from real life or people I conjure up in my head. And believe me, my scenes go into much more details than they do in your head. And people like Akash, don't think pervy now.
I never watch scary movies/TV series. I just cannot. If I do, I'll keep imagining that thing for weeks, dreaming very life-like nightmares about it. I remember I happened to see this TV serial's episode's teeny fraction where there were hands coming out of the wall against which a guy was leaning. To this day, when I lean against my wall or even the bed ka side, that thought crosses my mind.
Another scary thing is this story I was told by my Dad about his colleague whose house was haunted and how his wife and daughter used to see a ghost on the fan and how their daughter was discovered a couple of times inside a container, badly scratched and bruised. So when I look at the fan, especially at night when the lights are out, sometimes I think of that.
So I guess you understand why I don't watch scary things. My imagination is usually enough. I'm very scared of the dark. I remember I used to find excuses to not go into the house alone on winter days when everyone was sitting outside or on the roof for sunlight. And if I was made to, I would run in and run out, as fast as I possibly could.
I tend to remember weird bits and pieces here and there in excruciating detail. Some parts of my lecture notes, which might not be at all relevant from an exam point of view, become etched in my mind. As do dialogues. Many, many Friends episodes, my favorite movies, etc are so deeply engraved onto my mind that I might not have seen them for 3 years also. But when I see them again I'll remember them. For those who were there on V Day night this year, you might remember my dialogue-remembering prowess.
I have this unnatural fear and dislike for insects. And animals too I would say. I can look at a cockroach from far away and feel grossified. And of course PGP rooms are a haven for all sorts of insects. So every late night I'm gifted with a buzzing one which seems to charge right for me. And I scream like a true girl and flail madly. It was actually when this huge moth came into my room that I realized for the first time that I could actually be classified as girly :) And I don't like animals too. Very scared of dogs. Don't like cats. They look so evil and stare like they hate me. I read this book Mr.Galliano's circus and about how soft the eyes of all animals are and how could anyone be rude and mean to them. Well I swear I tried to look at the eyes of the next dog I saw. But then it barked and I ran. So that is that.
Cheers!
This bubble we live in.
Here I was, thinking how much my life sucked. How, because I'd been watching Boston Legal and IPL Match for the past few hours, I was ruining my life. And how I was pissed at everyone around.
So I went and searched for random videos on YouTube. Which is when I came across these 2 videos about adoption. Which made me feel so shallow. And somehow re-affirmed my desire to adopt 1 day. I know a lot of people have this dream when they are young, but somehow when they grow up, the dream doesn't reach fruition. I hope that someday, if I do forget about this dream of mine, I will by some chance happen to read this blog post, and fulfill this dream that I have today.
The first video is worth watching for, if nothing else, the cute kids. I don't like the part in-between Christ part because I hate any kind of religious preaching (totally my thing, no need to get offended), but otherwise it's a very sweet video.
The 2nd one is more tear inducing. And very true too I think. A little like Taare Zameen Par maybe? Except that this is about a kid who is shuttled from one home to another, with no place to call home, and who lives with the tiny flicker of hope in his heart that someday, maybe, his parents will come and take him home.
This bubble we live in, where the only worries which surround us are whether we'll get an A or a C for our next exam, whether Mumbai or Deccan will walk away with the IPL 2009 trophy, whether we'll get a $3000 or $5000 job once we graduate; where it's a given that we'll get a square meal at the end of the day, and it's a given that we have family and friends whom we can trust, whom we call up any time of the day or night and who will actually listen to us. So many givens in our life. Especially in Singapore. Where the only tangible poverty that we might see is in the form of workers, building new buildings and train stations for us, so that Mr. Mid-Level Clerk won't have too much trouble getting to work.
And yet we complain. Day in and day out. What we have is never enough.
I should know. I've spent half my adult life complaining.
So I went and searched for random videos on YouTube. Which is when I came across these 2 videos about adoption. Which made me feel so shallow. And somehow re-affirmed my desire to adopt 1 day. I know a lot of people have this dream when they are young, but somehow when they grow up, the dream doesn't reach fruition. I hope that someday, if I do forget about this dream of mine, I will by some chance happen to read this blog post, and fulfill this dream that I have today.
The first video is worth watching for, if nothing else, the cute kids. I don't like the part in-between Christ part because I hate any kind of religious preaching (totally my thing, no need to get offended), but otherwise it's a very sweet video.
The 2nd one is more tear inducing. And very true too I think. A little like Taare Zameen Par maybe? Except that this is about a kid who is shuttled from one home to another, with no place to call home, and who lives with the tiny flicker of hope in his heart that someday, maybe, his parents will come and take him home.
This bubble we live in, where the only worries which surround us are whether we'll get an A or a C for our next exam, whether Mumbai or Deccan will walk away with the IPL 2009 trophy, whether we'll get a $3000 or $5000 job once we graduate; where it's a given that we'll get a square meal at the end of the day, and it's a given that we have family and friends whom we can trust, whom we call up any time of the day or night and who will actually listen to us. So many givens in our life. Especially in Singapore. Where the only tangible poverty that we might see is in the form of workers, building new buildings and train stations for us, so that Mr. Mid-Level Clerk won't have too much trouble getting to work.
And yet we complain. Day in and day out. What we have is never enough.
I should know. I've spent half my adult life complaining.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Studying is a waste of time.
Here are a few things I want to do with my notes:
Throw them down the rubbish chute in the pantry.
Laundry them. But a waste of 40 cents. The good thing is that considering the likelihood with which PGP laundry machines malfunction, the water won't drain out, so the notes will become even soggier, providing full satisfaction and hence, value for money.
Burn them. I have too many lighters anyways. And no I don't smoke smarty pants. Or maybe hire/invite a priest to do a whole cleansing ceremony.
Go to ECP and drown them. Or maybe put them in one of those baskets used in ancient times/movies to send new born infants off to better futures when the parent didn't have the resources to paal-pose ke bada karofy them.
Or I can do a sacrificing ceremony. Butcher them at an altar.
Or bury them. Dig up a hole like a doggy. And then put them in. And then when I come back in January next year, I can dig them up and see if they make any more sense :D
Ok so you get the picture. I have no desire to study.
Throw them down the rubbish chute in the pantry.
Laundry them. But a waste of 40 cents. The good thing is that considering the likelihood with which PGP laundry machines malfunction, the water won't drain out, so the notes will become even soggier, providing full satisfaction and hence, value for money.
Burn them. I have too many lighters anyways. And no I don't smoke smarty pants. Or maybe hire/invite a priest to do a whole cleansing ceremony.
Go to ECP and drown them. Or maybe put them in one of those baskets used in ancient times/movies to send new born infants off to better futures when the parent didn't have the resources to paal-pose ke bada karofy them.
Or I can do a sacrificing ceremony. Butcher them at an altar.
Or bury them. Dig up a hole like a doggy. And then put them in. And then when I come back in January next year, I can dig them up and see if they make any more sense :D
Ok so you get the picture. I have no desire to study.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
IPL trivia
Is it just me or do (almost) all cricketers look good? Specially the non-Indian ones. I mean of course Balaji and Murali don't, but Collingwood, Fleming, Vettori, and of course Dravid. Wah wah. Kya banaya hai :D
Chi chi I sound so pervy.
Anywho, the match between Chennai and Delhi is amazingly poised at the moment. Last 3 balls of 1st innings were a disappointment. Manoj Tiwary is an ass. If de Villiers had been able to play them, the score would have been even better. But kudos to him for an amazingly entertaining century. And of course to Dilshan for his half-century.
The ball just seems to keep flying out into the stands so many times. Wicked stuff. Poor bowlers. Flintoff gave off 50 off his 4 overs. No respect given to his reputation.
Good good.
Chi chi I sound so pervy.
Anywho, the match between Chennai and Delhi is amazingly poised at the moment. Last 3 balls of 1st innings were a disappointment. Manoj Tiwary is an ass. If de Villiers had been able to play them, the score would have been even better. But kudos to him for an amazingly entertaining century. And of course to Dilshan for his half-century.
The ball just seems to keep flying out into the stands so many times. Wicked stuff. Poor bowlers. Flintoff gave off 50 off his 4 overs. No respect given to his reputation.
Good good.
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