Thursday, August 30, 2007
Additions to the Perspective
Correction Correction. Well, its not just the consideration for the bedridden that has to be accounted for. Think about the little ones who joyfully stare at nothing till the time they are so active that they even forget what is around them. The thought just crossed the mind... thanks to the incidents that a dearest friend recounts on baby sitting his new born daughter. Perhaps, some entertainment on the ceiling can stimulate some less wailing!
A Perspective
Hit the ceiling… literally!
“Deepu, are you giving your Perspective this month?” There goes my darling sub-editor asking me this question for the 69th time now. No, its just the 67th or is it 70 already? “It’s the 9th month running since we started the Perspective column in Better Interiors and you have contributed nothing to it! I want a piece this month.” You guessed it right, that’s my Ed. I am scared. While I make a sorry face and ask for suggestions… I am bombarded with angry spats. I know there have been numerous topics that crossed my mind, but most carried the “Dead End” sign.
The initial two months of this column, I was a happy soul. Everybody wanted to contribute… so I escaped the whip. An infected broken spine saved me on the third month. “Now you have all the time to think about a topic’ I remember my Ed and Averil teasing me on one of their visits. Can’t type or write, but can surely think. Sweet Averil even offered to write down my thoughts while I dictate it through a phone. No escaping this one!
Blank like the ceiling of the hospital room, that’s how my mind was. Three months bed rest the docs screamed! And the blank hospital ceiling was replaced by an equally clinical one at home. But the latter was revamped by my little sis who decided to stick glow stickers of the moon and the stars to cheer me during the night. And I stared endlessly at the ceiling for days and nights! That’s when it occurred. The only thought that ceased me… why can’t they make ceilings interesting? The walls, the floor, they are pampered with so many beautiful materials… why not the ceiling? Is it meant only for hiding the electrical conduits? There’s hardly an article where I wrote “the ceiling sports a vibrant pink hue! Or the highlight here is the dazzling ceiling!” We are a little partial with the ceiling, don’t you think? Give it its due people. Most can’t get a moving ceiling with a Plasma television attached (remember those early Phillips Plasma Ad). And we surely can’t have the ‘enchanted sky” like the one at the Great Hall of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter series. But you can paint it a different colour, or paint different colours or better, have a skylight, at least one can see the changing phase of a day. But, a skylight in a city apartment? That, on the 5th floor of a building with three more floors above it? Perhaps architect Navneet Malhotra can tell me how to achieve that. At this juncture, I can just crib. Solution provider… that’s not me.
P.S: Suggestions are called for… for interesting ceiling design. Prove me wrong, tell me you people are getting a little more considerate towards the bed-ridden!
PPS: My neck is already on the chopping block, to submit another Perspective. Suggestions are also called for… for topics. Write in people.
“Deepu, are you giving your Perspective this month?” There goes my darling sub-editor asking me this question for the 69th time now. No, its just the 67th or is it 70 already? “It’s the 9th month running since we started the Perspective column in Better Interiors and you have contributed nothing to it! I want a piece this month.” You guessed it right, that’s my Ed. I am scared. While I make a sorry face and ask for suggestions… I am bombarded with angry spats. I know there have been numerous topics that crossed my mind, but most carried the “Dead End” sign.
The initial two months of this column, I was a happy soul. Everybody wanted to contribute… so I escaped the whip. An infected broken spine saved me on the third month. “Now you have all the time to think about a topic’ I remember my Ed and Averil teasing me on one of their visits. Can’t type or write, but can surely think. Sweet Averil even offered to write down my thoughts while I dictate it through a phone. No escaping this one!
Blank like the ceiling of the hospital room, that’s how my mind was. Three months bed rest the docs screamed! And the blank hospital ceiling was replaced by an equally clinical one at home. But the latter was revamped by my little sis who decided to stick glow stickers of the moon and the stars to cheer me during the night. And I stared endlessly at the ceiling for days and nights! That’s when it occurred. The only thought that ceased me… why can’t they make ceilings interesting? The walls, the floor, they are pampered with so many beautiful materials… why not the ceiling? Is it meant only for hiding the electrical conduits? There’s hardly an article where I wrote “the ceiling sports a vibrant pink hue! Or the highlight here is the dazzling ceiling!” We are a little partial with the ceiling, don’t you think? Give it its due people. Most can’t get a moving ceiling with a Plasma television attached (remember those early Phillips Plasma Ad). And we surely can’t have the ‘enchanted sky” like the one at the Great Hall of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter series. But you can paint it a different colour, or paint different colours or better, have a skylight, at least one can see the changing phase of a day. But, a skylight in a city apartment? That, on the 5th floor of a building with three more floors above it? Perhaps architect Navneet Malhotra can tell me how to achieve that. At this juncture, I can just crib. Solution provider… that’s not me.
P.S: Suggestions are called for… for interesting ceiling design. Prove me wrong, tell me you people are getting a little more considerate towards the bed-ridden!
PPS: My neck is already on the chopping block, to submit another Perspective. Suggestions are also called for… for topics. Write in people.
Anka...
playful
comfortful
bouncy
jumpy
lovable
cuddly
mad
baby
angel
sweetie pie
Anki Panki
Anku
Anka
Rupz and Sabby's darling four-legged companion is the only one in this big bad world who expresses utmost and instant joy at the sight of me. And in the five minutes that follow after i enter their apartment... i experience love at its purest form.
comfortful
bouncy
jumpy
lovable
cuddly
mad
baby
angel
sweetie pie
Anki Panki
Anku
Anka
Rupz and Sabby's darling four-legged companion is the only one in this big bad world who expresses utmost and instant joy at the sight of me. And in the five minutes that follow after i enter their apartment... i experience love at its purest form.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Umren lagi kehte hue... do lafz the... ek baat thi.
It always accompanies me when i am drifting into oblivion. At full moon nights, its usually a loving companion. Last night, when i was searching for the stars past midnight, it tugged at my heart and stayed there for a long time. It is playing the possessive lover here... or is it me who simply refuses to let it go?
No estranged lovers thoughts this, but rather a poetry by the eminent Gulzaar Saab. And just like the words of this simple poetry... the songs engulfs you halke halke. Though Bol na halke halke is from the biggest debacle of this year Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, the song somehow refuses to be kept aside and forgotten. I don't normally lap up everything from the house of Shankar, Ehsaan & Loy... but this one was different. Way different.
Sample the delicacy of the lyrics...
Aaa neend ka sauda karen... ek khwab dein... ek khwab lein
(Let us make a deal and exchange our sleep... Let us take one dream and give one away)
Ek khwab toh ankhon mein hai... ek chaand ke takiye tale
(One dream remains in my eyes and the other is under the moon’s pillow).
Kitne dino se yeh aasman bhi soya nahi hai.. esko sula de.
(Its been days since this sky has slept, why don't you put it to sleep?)
When were such beautiful lyrics last heard? To make it more dreamy, the music directors brings the lyrics to life by opting for Indian instruments like the the table and the flute. But it is the unconventional voice of Rahat Fateh Ali Khan and the under-stated Mahalaxmi Iyer that gives the song its soul.
Umren lagi kehte hue... do lafz the... ek baat thi…
(It took a lifetime to say two words and just one thing)
Woh ek din, sau saal ka... sau saal ki woh raat thi
(It felt like 100 years in a single day and the nights were 100 years long)
Kaisa lage jo chupchaap dono... pal pal me puri sadiyaan bita de.
(What if both of us quiety live a 100 years in a every passing moment?)
Brilliant!
Am drifting... once again...
No estranged lovers thoughts this, but rather a poetry by the eminent Gulzaar Saab. And just like the words of this simple poetry... the songs engulfs you halke halke. Though Bol na halke halke is from the biggest debacle of this year Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, the song somehow refuses to be kept aside and forgotten. I don't normally lap up everything from the house of Shankar, Ehsaan & Loy... but this one was different. Way different.
Sample the delicacy of the lyrics...
Aaa neend ka sauda karen... ek khwab dein... ek khwab lein
(Let us make a deal and exchange our sleep... Let us take one dream and give one away)
Ek khwab toh ankhon mein hai... ek chaand ke takiye tale
(One dream remains in my eyes and the other is under the moon’s pillow).
Kitne dino se yeh aasman bhi soya nahi hai.. esko sula de.
(Its been days since this sky has slept, why don't you put it to sleep?)
When were such beautiful lyrics last heard? To make it more dreamy, the music directors brings the lyrics to life by opting for Indian instruments like the the table and the flute. But it is the unconventional voice of Rahat Fateh Ali Khan and the under-stated Mahalaxmi Iyer that gives the song its soul.
Umren lagi kehte hue... do lafz the... ek baat thi…
(It took a lifetime to say two words and just one thing)
Woh ek din, sau saal ka... sau saal ki woh raat thi
(It felt like 100 years in a single day and the nights were 100 years long)
Kaisa lage jo chupchaap dono... pal pal me puri sadiyaan bita de.
(What if both of us quiety live a 100 years in a every passing moment?)
Brilliant!
Am drifting... once again...
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Jigribigri
etcetera
and so on
and so forth
assortment
comprising of many
this and that
a collection
important yet not-important
dumping yard
this and many more
Jigribigri
and so on
and so forth
assortment
comprising of many
this and that
a collection
important yet not-important
dumping yard
this and many more
Jigribigri
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