I hadn't touched paint in years. Well, for months, counting that evening with Sudheender, Kav, Ruth for Tech Days. Today morning I sat down to colour.
I couldn't find tracing paper anywhere(me? and draw free hand?) but I did find a kiddie colouring book in the back. So here goes nothing!
I cannot draw well. I can't colour within the lines very well. But, what can I say, painitng gives me peace. Especially with Bollywood oldies playing in the background. Ah, bliss!
Later I stepped back to observe my handiwork. Not great. I won't even put up a pic here. But what the heck, I had fun.
BTW this week I learned: It takes a lottttt of guts to admit your mistakes. A lot. But once you do, you have a lot more respect for yourself.
Once upon a time,
when the universe was mine..
Thursday, April 23, 2009
posted by Anamika Anyone at 6:05 AM
Today I vote. For the very first time. I execute that activity which among other things makes my country a democracy. I fulfill my end of the bargain.
There's been a lot of hoohaa on voting this time. Its all over the media. No, not the politics; nothing new about that. The hue and cry has been over not voting. Please vote, for God's sake and the sake of India, please vote, they say. "They" here means everybody who gets 15 seconds in front of the camera.
I'm sure I'm not fully informed. I follow the news in a vague sort of way. I don't sit glued in front of the TV when politicians battle it out with other politicians in debate whilst TV anchors/moderators-of-debate look on amused. I merely glance through newspapers; what I actually sit and read are only editorials, glossies and comics. So, I don't know the whole story about each party and each candidate.
I have however, made an honest effort to get to know them. So, I'm informed, but not so much. I am very much inclined to vote for the person, not the party(unlike my father). I was always like this.
When I was in the 7Th standard, my seniors stood for the student body president elections. The candidates were mostly of the typical type; popular, athletic, not academically excellent but good. There was one girl; she was in no way that popular. She was a 70%er, an all rounder, sort of quiet but good in debates. She didn't seem to have that "Look how many people love me" attitude about her. Her campaign too, reflected actual issues instead of focusing on freebies and extra PT periods.
I voted for her. I knew she wasn't going to win because we kids discuss our votes and the verdict was out before the results.
She didn't win. She got 2 votes. Only two.
It felt strange that she had my vote and (probably) her own. I didn't regret my vote then nor do I regret it now.
There's been a lot of hoohaa on voting this time. Its all over the media. No, not the politics; nothing new about that. The hue and cry has been over not voting. Please vote, for God's sake and the sake of India, please vote, they say. "They" here means everybody who gets 15 seconds in front of the camera.
I'm sure I'm not fully informed. I follow the news in a vague sort of way. I don't sit glued in front of the TV when politicians battle it out with other politicians in debate whilst TV anchors/moderators-of-debate look on amused. I merely glance through newspapers; what I actually sit and read are only editorials, glossies and comics. So, I don't know the whole story about each party and each candidate.
I have however, made an honest effort to get to know them. So, I'm informed, but not so much. I am very much inclined to vote for the person, not the party(unlike my father). I was always like this.
When I was in the 7Th standard, my seniors stood for the student body president elections. The candidates were mostly of the typical type; popular, athletic, not academically excellent but good. There was one girl; she was in no way that popular. She was a 70%er, an all rounder, sort of quiet but good in debates. She didn't seem to have that "Look how many people love me" attitude about her. Her campaign too, reflected actual issues instead of focusing on freebies and extra PT periods.
I voted for her. I knew she wasn't going to win because we kids discuss our votes and the verdict was out before the results.
She didn't win. She got 2 votes. Only two.
It felt strange that she had my vote and (probably) her own. I didn't regret my vote then nor do I regret it now.
Labels: give_it_a_thought, school, voting
Saturday, April 18, 2009
posted by Anamika Anyone at 9:51 PM
The CD was lying in the case for months. I hadn't yet watched Pulp Fiction. Maybe because I had heard that this was an exceptional movie and I wanted to wait for a good time to enjoy it. Well, I watched it today, and I have to say, I'm not disappointed.
Pulp fiction is a delightful-yet-sordid dark comedy on crime syndicates, petty burglars, and Hollywood. It's basically three short interlinking stories. Story 1: Contract killer Vincent(John Travolta: I didn't give a damn about him, but he has pretty much caught my notice after this movie) takes his boss Marcellus' wife Mia Wallace (Uma Thurman: that Bob! Awful!) out on a friendly dinner date. He ends up frantically fighting for Mia's life as she's ODed. Story 2: Butch Coolidge (Bruce Willis) is a prize fighter who wins last battle and runs for his life from Marcellus. I won't tell any more about this story because its so fantastic it has to be watched. Story 3: Vincent and his partner Jules(Samuel Jackson) land themselves in a mess involving a headless corpse, blood and brains splattered all over their car, and a couple who think its a clever idea to rob a cafe.
I read "The great Gatsby" a month ago. Like Pulp, I had heard glowing references made to it. Good story, but I didn't like it because I could not identify with any of the characters. All of them lacked substance. Even Gatsby himself. In Pulp, however, I've got a host of well-etched loonies to choose from. Lets see; who do I like the best? Mia Wallace with all her witticisms, her twist dancing style and those sharp heroin-addled eyes? Or Winston Wolf, the think-on-his-feet virtuoso sent to clean up the headless-corpse shit? Or Jules, with his scary evangelist voice when he recited a psalm before unloading a gun on a guy. Or maybe, Butch's girlfriend whose genuine sweet talk made me think of Audrey Hepburn. I cannot decide. No book I read, play or movie I've seen has been so rich of characters.
The movie had me glued to my seat, thanks to the unforeseen twists and turns. In the absence of abovementioned t.s and t.s there were kitschy, engaging dialogues and then there was the soundtrack. The soundtrack! I loved one song in particular; something about a preacher's son teaching.
So, to sum up: I decided I like Quentin Tarantino(all that extreme violence aside) when I watched Kill Bill. Now I like him much, much more.
Labels: awesomeness, funny, movies
posted by Anamika Anyone at 6:56 AM
Rain, glorious rain!
Finally after a long time of punishing heat, the first rainfall of the season! I was returning home from work yesterday evening when the drops began to fall. It was pouring as I reached Tilaknagar. I didn't even care that the rickshaw was open on both sides and fat raindrops were coming at me like welcome arrows (there's an oxymoron). The fragrance of the mud after rainwater falls on dry land! Somewhere along the way I caught a whiff of hot pakoras. Mmmm..
Its seven in the morning. I got up at five thirty to see my parents off. They're going to Bombay. (I miss the panipuri so much!) The world is still as hot and humid as it was, but there are tell-tale signs of overnight heavy rainfall outside. I've got a long Saturday ahead. Got to make a schedule. But I think I'll make hot pakoras before that. Anybody have a recipe?
Ah, what the heck, I'll settle for hot tea!
Finally after a long time of punishing heat, the first rainfall of the season! I was returning home from work yesterday evening when the drops began to fall. It was pouring as I reached Tilaknagar. I didn't even care that the rickshaw was open on both sides and fat raindrops were coming at me like welcome arrows (there's an oxymoron). The fragrance of the mud after rainwater falls on dry land! Somewhere along the way I caught a whiff of hot pakoras. Mmmm..
Its seven in the morning. I got up at five thirty to see my parents off. They're going to Bombay. (I miss the panipuri so much!) The world is still as hot and humid as it was, but there are tell-tale signs of overnight heavy rainfall outside. I've got a long Saturday ahead. Got to make a schedule. But I think I'll make hot pakoras before that. Anybody have a recipe?
Ah, what the heck, I'll settle for hot tea!
Labels: happyness, rain, wandom wondering