tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170713992012-02-16T00:53:49.457-08:00Dreams are reality.Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-54285005259721218622012-01-12T20:56:00.000-08:002012-01-12T21:13:02.467-08:00Do human beings have a purpose after all? <div>Or is it just the intellect give life a meaning? </div><div><br /></div><div>If Buddha-hood <i>is</i> the way..</div><div>If enlightenment were just a potential that each human being could attain? </div><div><br /></div><div>How could I get things done without going anywhere?</div><div><br /></div><div>How could I be still? </div><div><br /></div><div>How could 'I' dissolve?</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0ANKOjcYdQ/Tw-9M80igZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RKGsR2qE9EY/s400/mcescherdayandnight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696980083829539218" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What lies behind? Is it what lies ahead? Are they different? </div><div><br /></div><div>If everything is changing, what is unchanging? </div><div><br /></div><div>If everything is moving, what is unmoving? </div><div><br /></div><div>Like in a mirror, through the looking glass. </div><div><br /></div><div>Is it alice? Is it not? </div><div><br /></div><div>When will 'I' recognize it? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-5428500525972121862?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-84450842878927675062011-11-07T04:29:00.000-08:002011-11-07T04:46:27.079-08:00<i>Dreams are always refreshing - </i>Those dreams we are consciously aware of.<div><div><br /></div><div>They are bright and vivid - spurring one's own imagination, taking it to greater depths. </div><div><br /></div><div>We are all also aware of <i>that</i> sound - an undisturbed, buzz, a continued, high-pitched sound found in our room sometimes - we wonder if it is from the inside, or the outside. If we have reached the pinnacle of a momentary altered mind-state, or maybe, we're just part of some experiment. </div><div><br /></div><div>I remember, when I was young, even Ma heard it in our living room, like a beam that existed over our building - high-pitched, strong vibrations. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some people have confirmed to have listened to it too. I hope you have heard it too. </div><div><br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-9-FapfYsY/TrfS4RgN9rI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nI5RmmGNVGs/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-07%2Bat%2B18.13%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672234119909471922" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /><div>Its a month <i>now</i> - in this new room.</div><div>I hear the sound often - it is not the same though, it sounds like the sound off a Buddhist Prayer Bowl (of brass). Unlike the <i>linear</i> sound I mentioned earlier, this sounds seems <i>circular.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It fades in and fades out - and most of the time, I control it. It is hard to let go of the control.</i></div><div><i> Sometimes it takes over, that is when only the sound exists. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"><div><br /></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-8445084287892767506?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-36734320555725722672011-10-14T23:18:00.000-07:002011-10-14T23:29:15.247-07:00I think of her often, <div>and remember clearly</div><div>her disappearing act </div><div><br /><div>charcoal on fire</div><div>a breakfast for 2</div><div><br /></div><div>I read her blog today </div><div>It was nice</div><div>Reminded me of her talent - whistling, drawing, writing..</div><div>The wild child I loved</div><div>and a strange type at that </div><div><br /></div><div>bitter aftertaste, refreshed</div><div><br /></div><div>Only if she knew that she was special</div><div>Only if I were more expressive</div><div>and maybe a little kind to her</div><div><br /></div><div>and I did nothing, to save what was left of us</div><div><br /></div><div>Million pieces of glass</div><div>shards</div><div>smithereens </div><div>she</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-3673432055572572267?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-68271507052832705022011-09-20T20:12:00.000-07:002011-09-20T20:14:45.792-07:00window mounted AC<div>lover pigeons<div>their table for one</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-6827150705283270502?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-56122101868403358962011-09-14T03:34:00.000-07:002011-09-14T03:49:32.512-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1-eeDAf1lM/TnCDe4iaZfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KY62wd7hY64/s1600/zen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z1-eeDAf1lM/TnCDe4iaZfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KY62wd7hY64/s400/zen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652162098946008562" /></a>Image: Zen; <div>By Akanksha Deo Sharma<div><br /><div>She is young and extremely talented. <div>More than anything else, she <i>is.</i></div><div>Full of honesty, innocence and passion for all that she lays her fingers on. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is the enso - The Zen symbol of mystery. What does it mean? </div><div><br /></div><div>There are surprises everywhere - all kinds of surprises, shocks, delusions, glory, happiness, dizziness, warmth, end of fears, beginning of a new one just round the corner. Endless - not like a cycle, just like an enso - with beginnings and ends. Constant. Connected. </div><div><br /></div><div>Like a moon, sleeping, in the vast pieces of the universe. </div><div>Dreaming, of a warm sun. </div><div>Enso. </div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-5612210186840335896?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1492442570303357362011-09-04T03:34:00.000-07:002011-09-04T03:53:15.416-07:00<div>AND THE NAMING OF NAMES</div><div> <br /></div>Its easy to make your own blog with blogger. <div> <br /></div><div>Especially when you have something to share. </div><div> <br /></div><div>All you need is honesty - and clarity in what interests you. </div><div> <br /></div><div>I told Ruhi Aunty today - why don't you start a blog?</div><div>A blog about all that you have studied - about the Prophets, all you understand of the Koran, what you have learnt from Reiki, and alternative techniques of therapy, all you know about cooking (those helpful tips, secret ingredients), your love for art, for design, why don't you write a blog ?? </div><div> <br /></div><div>She said, "I don't think I can express myself." (Hell yeah she can!)</div><div> <br /></div><div>I know she can. Just that she hasn't found the <i>need</i> to express. </div><div>There's so much she has studied and absorbed, its time now. </div><div>Time for her to <i>share</i>. </div><div> <br /></div><div>" Aunty, all you need to do is think of a <b>blog name</b> ." </div><div> <br /></div><div>For anyone who wants to write - <b>think of a blog name</b> that connects all your passions - stirred into one. </div><div> <br /></div><div>A name; That could be the God of all things. </div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-149244257030335736?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-3397460462357858282011-08-29T09:13:00.000-07:002011-09-04T03:24:31.558-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GT5iUg_crc/Tlu8skcBJtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HJssruGrOhw/s1600/DSC04899.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GT5iUg_crc/Tlu8skcBJtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HJssruGrOhw/s320/DSC04899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646314031720507090" /></a> <br />After so many years, <br />I may have found a new voice <br /> <br />An infant. <br />That babbles. <br /> <br />We are all born enlightened. <br />And there are ways of getting back there. <br /> <br />Restoring childhood <div> <br /></div><div>and the end of all experience. <div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-339746046235785828?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-24033359164289992362008-04-26T21:53:00.000-07:002008-04-26T22:05:13.157-07:00And the road was narrow<br />the line was thin<br />we could be walking on water<br />wait till Nandini walks on land<br /><br />Arwen rode to the other side <br />when truth is shattered<br />'only beauty can save the world' <br /><br />but the character closest to <br />my mind<br />was Neil Gaiman's gift- Death<br /><br />The time of your life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-2403335916428999236?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-31504339353049568482007-08-09T10:01:00.000-07:002011-09-14T04:09:23.541-07:00Why? Why do some people think the way they do?<br />It's easy to say that nothing really effects me but, it is not always easy to respect everyone's decision.<br />What does that make me?<br /><br />Time.<br />It leaves you before you've even realised that you were actually there.<br /><br />People will come and leave.<br /><br />And it is important to watch and cherish what is around you.<br /><br />And let go of things that are disappearing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-3150433935304956848?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-77369497616182399652007-05-27T21:12:00.000-07:002007-05-27T21:30:18.899-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjX7WJWnxdo/RlpXLPzQhKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RRElvu0ZEv0/s1600-h/syd+barrett.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjX7WJWnxdo/RlpXLPzQhKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RRElvu0ZEv0/s320/syd+barrett.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069460181290615970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><center><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><br /></dt><dt style="text-align: left;"><span style="">I really love you and I mean you<o:p></o:p></span></dt> </center></div><center><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><dt style="text-align: left;"><span style="">the star above you, crystal blue</span><br /></dt> </center><div align="center"><center><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><dt style="text-align: left;"><span style="">Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you...<o:p></o:p></span></dt> </center></div> <span style=""><br />- Syd Barrett<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He's the King Bee </span></span><br /><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Buzzing in my head, day in day out.</span></span><br /><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I love him. I love him - metaphysically.</span></span><br /><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >watch me , </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >some stinging's going on</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He buzzes best on the </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >SanDisk MP3</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >cause I am also the bee</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >who needs to find the lunatic</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >that's me</span></span><br /></div><span style=""><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-7736949761618239965?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-52925915283705299692007-03-19T09:33:00.000-07:002007-03-19T09:48:35.786-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjX7WJWnxdo/Rf67d6M8ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qYxp_ieV9VE/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjX7WJWnxdo/Rf67d6M8ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qYxp_ieV9VE/s400/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043674755215680898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hometown<br /><br />The search<br />for more has already begun<br />in a home away from here<br />Need to search for what I can do<br />for myself and for storytellers<br />but they had only books in Calcutta<br />Bangalore showed me the pictures.<br /><br />But it is about to get over<br />for the end has no end<br />Take me somewhere I can be alone. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Not because I want to, its because I need to </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">get away from so much around me. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Not because I have to but </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">you'd agree, I need it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Same buildings. Same lanes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Same houses with insane lives passing by</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">the trees that I know too well.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">When will they pass </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and finally dry?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I need to start biding goodbyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">leaving all my friends again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">For hometown awaits.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Beautiful suicide.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-5292591528370529969?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-88362412988347128842007-03-19T09:21:00.000-07:002007-03-19T09:30:25.648-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjX7WJWnxdo/Rf64p6M8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/H3ziqWO29bI/s1600-h/Pic2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjX7WJWnxdo/Rf64p6M8ZXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/H3ziqWO29bI/s400/Pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043671662839227762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" >The end has no end</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-8836241298834712884?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-15074391625104184632007-03-06T05:52:00.000-08:002011-09-14T04:18:41.827-07:00<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For all those who can't understand what I am saying.. the fact is, I like my blog to be read. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And YOU! (you know, I am talking to you) Thanks, for visiting again.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So PJ stirred a thought in my head. He makes me proud of him.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Best Manager Award is a big issue here, and our man has written his autobiography at age 20! What courage!<br /><br />So, I decided to write mine.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I thought I'd start with ' I was born in Woodlands, CAlcutta but brought up in Tollygunge Club. Educated at Mona's...and that's when Syd started singing... ' its no good trying to place your hand where I can't see cause you're different from me... ' and I shall make money out of the same one day, but I am too young. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wonder why you visit my blog. Do my articles fascinate you ? There merely even articles. just lots of literature floating around like a cloud around a rainbow...<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjX7WJWnxdo/Re1_z-GowAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JceAPKJ4x3g/s1600-h/purrplexity+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038824088918343682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjX7WJWnxdo/Re1_z-GowAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JceAPKJ4x3g/s320/purrplexity+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>My rainbow, by the way, is only made of shades of gray.. so as you try and make way into my life, there are so many others that have left. Technically, they leave me and go for away but really, I know what it feels like just one finger pointed towards a hope in the distance.. Numb skin learning to feel again. </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just one light switch always left on because someone may need it.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">----- PURR<em>ple</em></span><em>xity ------</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And he was not just any friend of mine. He was more. He went far away... I looked at him leave and realised, there's no point looking at the horizon when the rainbow's gone. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He didn't try to be, therefore he never was. We would waste hours debating what we could've been. But the fact is, we weren't anything but ourselves.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sorry. I am not writing this for YOU. It's just that I miss HIM<alot> It's just tht he was a part of my routine and now, my routine's disturbed . My life's a doorway. You's welcome to enter but you chose to leave, one tiny reason is all that it takes - to break the seal on that doorway. let it all out. let it all in... simultaneously fill the void and empty it.</alot></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's all upto you.<br /><br />And I know I will not find sleep again tonight.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Must I write again ?<br />I wrote for him. But he's gone. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I write no more for him or YOU. Only myself. Since she is all that I have left.</span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-1507439162510418463?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1163767482113866362006-11-17T04:33:00.000-08:002006-11-17T04:50:17.090-08:00Govind. He always looks at my feet... "When will you get a girly pair of sandals for yourself"<br /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/UglyFeet.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/UglyFeet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He looks at me with "what are you wearing" Eyes<br />He requests me to stop wearing oversized Clothes.<br />you know what? I remember a time when my Brother's friend Suruchi had left a diary on the table and I just read the first page. it said... "you can't pour your love on others without having a few drops on yourself..."<br />It sounded so corny.<br />But today... let it be known that i know i am a beautiful person....<br />even if this flesh won't agree.<br />and if you can't love that person....Then it is YOU i pity.<br />Look at Deniss. He's at peace.<br />PEACE<br />He loves everyone.<br />Its beautiful. It is. When you look at it after a session at Cartman's, you're bound to believe that he Loves Everyone.<br />I know I am a beautiful person even if I sometimes have my moments... even if this bag of bones disagrees.<br />And if that isn't enough then it's you that i feel sorry for... it's you that's uglier than any flaw of flesh or personality.<br />Beauty. Is never a fact. I heard "helens" is a unit of measurement for the same.<br />How can it be a fact? It is a reaction. Ask Merwyne. He will explain better.<br />So.. When you've finally decided you let me know... and if you should decide the beauty i possess isn't sufficient... so be it...Such is your personal freedom.Iif you should decide my beauty within is not enough to compensate for that which I outwardly lack....All i can say is that i was wrong...That i saw you better than you really are...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-116376748211386636?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1162549168632220312006-11-03T01:39:00.000-08:002011-08-29T09:28:15.375-07:00 <br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/asdfghjkll.jpg" border="0" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> <br />i don't hate the world..... <br />i don't hate anyone at all. <br />i don't think that I've </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">been cheated. <br />i just think sometimes that some lives would've been better served in smaller portions.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">that people die every day who want so much to live.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">and here i sit.. still breathing while so many die in my place. <br />and i wish i could be them. </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-116254916863222031?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1158648323069445972006-09-18T23:34:00.000-07:002006-09-18T23:45:23.083-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/gelu-lobster-psychedelic.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/gelu-lobster-psychedelic.jpg" border="0" /></a> Colours... one reason why I am adding so much colours in my blog is because there is a way that colors play on your mind... reflect your thoughts and influence your deeds.<br />Yet again, I have found comfort in shades beyond black and white...<br />Lobsters are beautiful ... don't you think?<br />uhh...well.. lobsters are tasty... ! Shit...Miss home...<br />Thinking of all those times when dad took me so many places for good food...<br />Rhetoric... hehehe<br />Shades of blue... red and white<br />and all I can say is ... I like strawberries but not strawberry icecream.. I like ice but not water... I like coffee sweets...not coffee... Hate mint but love mint chocolate or mint icecream. Random.<br />fingers touch<br />Only the fingers<br />and she fades into wonderland.... something to drink...something to drop...<br />something to watch...something to pop...<br />and life was beautiful.<br />Colourful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-115864832306944597?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1158331273125337332006-09-15T06:21:00.000-07:002006-09-15T07:41:13.186-07:00<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/cute.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"> I Can See it in Your Eyes...<br />Beautiful Song...and I shall stop there...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Bangalore is one city where I have seen Pain and Joy at the same...<br />Met some beautiful children....and again...love is oozing outs fr thems... ! (Forgive my Grammar ... In a very Local mood todays...shit...I don't even know what "locals" here implies to! ) I am loving the place and the people .... by the passing minute, I realise, there are so many people...Even more complex than I am.. Life is beautiful.</div><div align="left">Today was A GOOD day...<br />No college (For me)<br />No Work (I am ill)<br />Lying around in the P.G does not help...<br />(and neither does hanging around with Rajiv 24*7)<br />I <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/chmode10.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/200/chmode10.jpg" width="204" border="0" /></a>am trying to stick to my thoughts because I have been told that I tend to deviate very fast...<br />Yes...Again,Rajiv is not mixed....he's Mixed Up...Yet, Genuine.<br />Good Friend.. Best Bud man!!<br />We do all sorts of Crazy things.... from video games to sizzling makeshift dates... we have the craziest Conversations....each one trying to out-do the other.....<br />He is Calvin n I'm the Psychotic Homicidal Jungle Cat.......HOBBES (Big SMile)<br />BASKINg in the arms of N number of Ice-Cream Scoops... We tried the new flavour... Love Potion.. he he he<br />It gets Even Better..<br />The man at the Counter zimply gave me a Mallu smile and gave us a LARGE scoop with EXTRA Raspberry Filled Chocolate Hearts... He thought we made a good couple.. I and Rajiv did not argue (we were getting extra chocolate chips...and that too raspberry filled!)<br />everybody thinks we're together...Oh Gawd! How Much I and Rajiv blush about it...its so funny....there are people trying to convince me that he's the best thing that could have happened to me... (wait till they meet Manju)...<br />But...all in all ... he's a sweetheart , Caring, Convincing... Confused and Confusing...<br />Sudhamshu loves Him! (But thats just because he supplies them with n number of books n CDs)<br />There's so much about him that one needs to know.. (and so much more that only I know)<br />(and trust me, he will agree)<br />There is so much on my head....so many thoughts...fast moving particles... I need some help...I need to talk.. I hink I'll just call Rajiv...nothing in my life has ever had such an easy solution and i doubt that anything ever will...Well.. I Have to go for some dried Beef treat to manju's house now.. will get back to you later fellow Bloggers..<br />Ta-Ta<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-115833127312533733?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1155912121553390832006-08-18T07:40:00.000-07:002006-11-12T02:45:30.953-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/kneel[1].jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/kneel%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Today is Here.<br />And Now... I have so much to do and Yet nothing at all.<br />It is inexplicable.<br />Its ugly.<br />I got up this morning.<br />Sunday.<br />And I can have my share of sleep cause I have no college and No work.<br />And yet, I think of the dishes in the sink...<br />Clothes in the dryer...<br />( B/G: While my Guitar silently weeps)<br />Room to clean...<br />Posters to paint...<br />People to meet and...<br />Update my Blog.<br />It is a Sunday.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-115591212155339083?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1155832028570673052006-08-17T08:33:00.000-07:002006-08-17T09:42:19.363-07:00I do not know why I am here!<br />I have a Journalism Paper to write tomorrow and Voila!<br />Visited my teacher's Blog whr he talks about 'Feeling God'. Happens. sometimes. Then again, after all these years of watching SO many people go out of there way to pray... There are none more ignorant and useless than they that seek answers on their knees with their eyes closed. It is with my Grandmother that I tend to do the little things that my religion demands. After watching Granny Hospitalised for so long for some reason or the other, with drips on either sides and an oxygen mask, realisation struck. Faith. It was faith and Faith alone that got her Out of the Hospital and back to her House in Delhi, where she belongs. This, with the possible exceptions of some other very vague stories, I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.<br />I have found the material I required for tomorrow's exam... well.. maybe there IS a God?<br /><br />I had actually come online to mail Harsh, a friend from Calcutta, so he could understand better the statements I made about Life and Love 3 years ago. I have been thinking about it. About Home! (not life n love!) I spoke with my neices and I miss them.<br />Harsh will be off soon to a land far far way.. He amazes me at times. I sit again and <em>kick a piece of stone </em>only to find myself lost in the words I said <em>Yesterday</em>.<br /><br />Contemplations.<br /><br /><strong>Yesterday is gone</strong>. But I still believe in what I said. Although 'Yesterday' was a Lesson I would have been better without. What I said is what I meant. It will definitely effect my tomorrow. And I know I am still new in city. Away from Home. And tomorrow is going to be a contract I never agreed to. Yet, those words about Love still echo in my head. (If Rajiv was here, He'd start talking about <strong><em>Echoes</em> in <em>Eternity</em></strong>.)<br /><br />*Rajiv messages. I reply back and continue to write. On the computer screen I see a reflection of my I-hate-lenghty-exams face*<br />My lips seemed open on the screen. They were<em> Really</em>, Closed. In reflection they become distorted and may appear open even when they're actually closed. In reflection there are many open windows, but none of them are real. They are all just echoes.<br /><br />Hope you got your answer Harsh.<br />Advice: Do not think much about what I have to say. I am <em>Miss</em>Leading.It is my fault. Of course it is. When has it ever not been.<br />It all rests upon just a few words. Just one thought. Balanced there like a final raindrop on summer's last blade of grass. Lick it up before it's gone. And do not think again of what I have to say.<br />Home. How sweet is that. Home. How much i envy what you have. Don't want to. Just can't not. but i wish you all the best. All the best with the U.S. of A.<br />Have a great life regardless. I'd like to be there, but have a good life regardless..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-115583202857067305?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1155189194448999872006-08-09T22:48:00.000-07:002006-08-09T22:53:14.460-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/plane_contrails_one.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/400/plane_contrails_one.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Against a perfect blue sky a plane moves steadily....drawing twin lines of exhaust.<br />Invisible where they emerge from the engines, like that place just beyond the spout of a kettle... where the steam is too hot to condense... but then appearing crisp and clear, two lines either side quickly merging to leave two distinct trails. Moments later the trails blossom and swell looking less man-made, more cloud-like. If you hadnt watched the passage of the plane you might mistake the insubstantial fluffy lines for part of a mackerel sky.Here is where I sometimes wish I knew less, was still innocent as when in childhood, the contrails were purely beauty and not the impurity of man desecrating the firmament.The million years old fossils of tiny creatures whose life extracted carbon from their era, fixed it and dying were buried deep until we drilled them up. Carried aloft in a miracle of metallic beauty and squirted out in combustive chemistry, the carbon floating free as cabon dioxide. We cannot see the gas but the water vapour that is the other byproduct of burning fossil fuels makes the contrails visible for a few minutes or on some days hours. Rarely the trails are altogether invisible but rest assured that the tons of fuel are still up there burning, accumulating, contributing to global warming. More carbon dioxide in Earth's atmosphere than for thousands of years.With every flight of every planea terrible beauty is born.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-115518919444899987?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1154865376863439852006-08-06T03:44:00.000-07:002006-08-17T08:30:20.176-07:00I had this as a draft. Thought I had already posted it...<br />Nevertheless<br /><br />ok... i'm at a friend's place for lunch.brilliant food but can't eat cause i aint feeling too good (no...it's not this day that's making me feel sick) .... orkut is gettin irritatin now but geez ! it's bloody addictive....friends and more friends.....shit... it's crazy now....one can't believe how many people he knows~<br />Made new friends in the last 2 yrs.. and alot left us too...<br /><span style="color:#666666;">Jenson</span> and <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Sudeep </span>(can't blieve i am writing their names together!) are out of college... jenson is out of touch... but sudeep.... he's a bitch... and that's why we're in touch... he'll be back in coll... november time with wierd juniors (chuckles.....serves him rite!)<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Lzafeer </span>is in Jodhpur...livin his dream...shit...years from now he'll be just another annoying lawyer (with many other lawyers that i'll be acquainted to... those who know me wil understand the pun!) and much more....<br />all my friends go away...and if they're not out of my life ....i'll soon take my leave anyway!<br />i guess its better that way....good friendships wil anyway stand the test of time...<br />I miss <span style="color:#cc33cc;">mudita </span>too...<br />This reminds me of Calvin n Hobbes......<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/400/calvin-claims-earth.gif" border="0" />Life is not Fair...but how come its not unfair in my favour ? (Calvin)<br />you know how good i am at changing topics..... yeah...<br />Calvin n hobbes rock! don't you just love bill watterson?<br />(my friend has fallen asleep now that i've taken over her laptop)<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Calvin once called the public Library........</span><br />allo? eez thees der pooblic lahbrorry? yah? i em beeg eemportant rezearcher oond i require Eenglish voolgar zynonyms for disgustink body vunktions,yah? allo? allo? </span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#333333;">ok...now my friend's up and ready to go for coffee (yuk!)<br />as calvin always says...</span><br /></span>there's never enough time to do all the Nothing you want .......................!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-115486537686343985?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1149681555655091372006-06-07T04:50:00.000-07:002006-08-03T22:52:36.726-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/neil%20gaiman.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/neil%20gaiman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It took me 2 painful nights, travelling by train with shit loads of luggage to come bak to bnglr.... only to find that my new warden is a psychotic homicidal bitch...before i knew it, i was in a new p.g.... this place is good. my roommates are lovely...<br />"fix you" playin in the backgrnd... and i'll tell you wht i've been upto!<br /><br />covered some events for bangalore live...<br />Peter Pan play...<br />cocktails and dreams....<br />go gear Party (philips in association with radiocity)<br />and many more which havent been uploaded yet...<br />you can watch them on <a href="http://www.bangalorelive.in">www.bangalorelive.in</a><br /><br />Deepak who is a good frnd now heads Dravidian Prdctns...<br />Over the weekend we did a corporate film for ANZ Technology.... and hey... met some really interesting people ... music lovers....aaaaah....tonite...big bash wid them in a hot n tempting villa....these corporate heads no...ushu! never thought they'd be so chilled out.<br /><br />Looking forward to<br /><br />Darpan 2006....western electric....sambhav n sardarji performin wid dis chic who's voice is as hot as her body...<br />Corporate Party tonite whr we'll have Deepak on tha bass n Ramesh on Rythm Jammin together!<br />Rajiv's return...he'll be aroubd kodai n rajasthan....<br />riny's visit...... big Party!!!!<br />Freedom Jam<br />Short FIlm with Dravidian productions...<br />Im-Print Journalism fest in college....<br />i have decided to take part in atleast 2 events...never done anythin in college~ just been tryin to earn lots of money.... should dig into some certificates..... damn! I mis home...miss school... the thrill for Zietgiest, KY n other fests...<br />Infant Air...<br /><br />nothing thats really new... well ya... some friends further out of my life... and shivaji... well lets keep it to that. everyone has moved on now...<br /><br />so will I ...<br /><br />and guess what?<br /><br />Track 3 : I'm a believer... Shrek.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-114968155565509137?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1143822722254176512006-03-31T07:12:00.000-08:002006-03-31T08:45:27.840-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/MyFirstRaytracer.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/MyFirstRaytracer.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I remember the April of 2005. College was not too far away and I could not stop talking about it. Today, I could not help but speak to my friend about the two month trip to the BPO industry.<br />This year, As I find him at the Gates of the mallu college near DairyCircle, waving goodbye... only if he was not as 'casual' about college.....<br />He convinced me that he had Learnt Jackshit this year bsides HIGHER studies and does not regret being Kicked Out. Experience is the name of the game he says.<br />No. He is not the occassional Pothead we find in every street of bangalore...or even calcutta for that matter. You can call him...shall we say.... the cream of Those Who Do.<br />and what exactly is his msg? His, i firmly believe, is a cry against hypocrisy... (isn't it always?) He is here to encourage an independent decision. Before building a Wall, one should know what one is fencing in, and what one is fencing out...<br />Its true....we need more than books...... I don't believe that this could be my idea of updating this blog!!!! So i'll skip to what I have learnt in college..... this year...<br />well... lets begin with....<br />uhhh....<br />aaaahhh....<br />uhhhhhhh...<br />*gulp*<br />**You can know everything and fail a test<br />** You can know nthing and ace a test<br />**I could change so much and barely realize it.<br />**People can hate you in different ways...<br />**Friendship is more than hanging around Peco's or Mojo's<br />**that it is a really good idea to go places alone.<br />**that it's possible to be alone even when you'r surrounded by friends.<br />**Landlords have a sick sense of humour...<br />**Love is to set each other free...doesn't matter if you're thrown out of college... people can still remain attached to each other in a manner that even though there r physical distances among the bodies...da souls are just in the neighborhood....(not corny enough?! )<br />Like any one of Douglas Adams' works, this year was just a mind boggling, bizarre, stunning and absolutely hilarious journey through time and space....<br />It's been over a year.. I shall be going home this summer. I shall return to find few seats empty in the class.... but i am never dismayed at goodbyes....a farewell is necessary before we can meet again... n meeting again.......after moments or a lifetime...is certain for those who r friends...<br /><br />Period.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-114382272225417651?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1136376713413198202006-01-04T03:20:00.000-08:002006-01-04T04:28:05.876-08:00My friends keep askin' about my friends in bangalore....<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/coll.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/coll.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Divy, Me and Reeni.....<br />That Rhymes </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><br /><strong>DIVY:</strong> " If you're going through hell... keep going!"</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>ME:</strong> "Don't feel sad...don't feel blue...Frankenstein was ugly too..."</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><strong>Reeni:</strong> "Someday, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Those were appetizers... will get to the main course really soon...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-113637671341319820?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1136012120492544392005-12-30T22:22:00.000-08:002005-12-30T22:59:06.576-08:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Who's the Man?<br />WHO's The MAN?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/jack_kerouac.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/jack_kerouac.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I Dedicate this Year To Jack Kerouac (and Rajiv Rathod who introduced me to this Lonesome Traveller)<br /><br />I have had a long year... a year full of struggle and I cannot help but exclaim... "Phew!"<br />Moving out of home and into the big mean world was... well... lets keep it to that...<br />i made few friends.. good friends...and rajiv...he is more of my guardian angel... i miss home and ofcourse good food...<br />As 2005 (as corny as it may sound) approached its end.. i began to read extensively and Jack Kerouac blessed my being... he is a very ordinary man with extraordinary thoughts and never have i come across a person who is as deep a thinker as he!<br />"Someday I'll be reborn in that great city in another world system, in the past or future, where the single 3-mile high mountain stands against the blue sky-With all my compassion with me, and all I'll need is the wisdom of the land." Thats from his Book of Dreams... man! he sur<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/1600/KER1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3423/1633/320/KER1.jpg" border="0" /></a>ely did outline his legendary "spontaneous" outbursts of writing....<br />Kerouac was surprisingly devoted to his Roman Catholic beliefs(thats what reviews say) ,despite his forays into Buddhism and even more bound to his mother( Gabrielle ) who was his best friend and the person he lived with for his entire life(minus the many months spent on the road)<br /><br /><br />How? How does he manage to do it everytime.. ? I read Orpheus Emerged ( Rajiv hasn't read it yet... *grin*) it is a must read... you'll enjoy it if you are a light reader... and ofcourse his diary.. ok... just go and get the book!<br />the end of this year has marked a new beginning in my life (it'll get cornier so stop reading!) and i owe it all to bangalore...<br /><br />"...Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..." </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-113601212049254439?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1135320512210728392005-12-22T22:08:00.000-08:002005-12-22T22:48:32.246-08:00Yaappa dappa doooooooooo.<br />I'm Hoooooooome!<br />*Burp*<br /><br />Well it took alot of courage and helluva time to come back to calcutta and i shall not waste any more time updating this blog...<br />but yes, Thank you Gullu and Beyond The Sky for visiting my blog when even I was away!<br />Yes, I am in cal... very happy but getting pangs of depression everytime i think of returning back....<br />Met almost ALL my friends, family, hogged, drank (wink wink) and... well..lets keep it to that ;)<br /><br />2006 Shoot List<br /><br />1)Rathod<br />I am Hobbes, its my job to do that<br />2)Giri..<br />He wears floral undies that smell of lavender (it says Flower power)<br />3)Neha Modi<br />She's too rich<br />4)Sudeep<br />That'd be my New Year gift to my class.<br />5)Autowalas of bangalore and taxiwalas of calcutta<br />6)The annoying grammar teacher who is no less than a BITCH! in that mallu college near Dairy Circle.<br />7)JSK and PKK - people who know me well will understand that better....<br />8)Srishtie<br />Xavierian ;)<br />9)Sankalp<br />For not keepin in touch<br />10)let's keep it vacant for i am sure to make more enemies<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-113532051221072839?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1132151369852179232005-11-16T18:24:00.000-08:002005-11-16T06:29:29.866-08:00Hello Pappu Pager,<br />I am back. Promises to keep before I sleep...<br />And I am Back!<br /><br />There was a door that I came through in a yellow coloured house with overhanging leaves.To twist around in the backseat of the car and wave goodbye with one arm constricted,Was more difficult than I had thought.<br />And there were sea green red seas drowning me On either side,as chariots of guilt raced ahead. Straining muscles of desire and pride.It was easier to pretend that those dark rooms of sweat and silence never had existed. Closing doors and windows,burning coconut shells smoking up anger and shame,to drive away the night insects.<br />Instead of all those things that one always argues about,the rain fell.<br />The winds had turned morose,there was no light.<br />Yet the tea swirled dark gold.<br />And I thought he would come,sitting by the huge window i had fought for. I wrote poetry instead.<br />Standing in a selfish rain. Helplessly on the edge of dry safety.The tall girl raised the edge of the umbrella, and she looked at me.<br />There were apologies to be tailored, pressed and delivered.<br />I realized I was too happy.<br />The things that are left unsaid come up on nights like these.<br />The backdoor swung and banged shut in the wind.<br />Nobody came in.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">p.s: To-Be-Updated: 2006 Shoot list.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-113215136985217923?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1132068723882646442005-11-15T19:29:00.000-08:002005-11-15T07:32:03.896-08:00One thing I had to do to my life and my blog : Update it.<br />Someone promise me that we will be going to a better place than this...<br />And for me, today, is just another day...<br /><br />Pass me that drink...<br /><br />p.s: Dear Blog, See you tomoro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-113206872388264644?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1128950642459475942005-10-10T05:49:00.000-07:002005-10-10T06:30:03.743-07:00I thought of something poetic but it left me...<br />So... I aimlessly sit on a chair... that does not belong to me.. Only to find myself lost in thoughts of my home town. Its Beautiful. It is rich. My city is beautiful AND rich.<br />There is only one city which is the most beautiful in the world. Everyone has one. mine is Calcutta.<br />I recall today, My experience working with SWAYAM.. An NGO... Protesting Violence Against Women. Whatever I learnt, whatever i realised, whatever I shared comes back to me and I can't do anything but Cry. Not because I really miss it but because it opened my eyes. Child Abuse and Domestic Violence may sound like terms we have to study and protest against in school and college. I am convinced though, there are N number of forms of violence. I need not be articulate now. I'll put it straight-<br />Men are Bastards.<br />Women - Bitches...<br />The Former- Anyday, twice in number.<br />Women have to be bitchy... Its their Birth right.. but men... need to change...<br />I know.. This will turn out to be a long blog... But I need to take this out of my system...<br />"I have reached the final peak and I have not even crossed my 40s," he told himself. "No real excitement in my life anymore."<br />A vague noise made him split open his eyes.<br />********Eeeeeeeee*********<br />The scream was unmistakable this time. it was a girl's scream. He sprang up and slipped on his shorts in hurry.<br />On second thought, he picked up his hockey stick.<br />He walked towards the direction of the scream and ran out on the deserted road.<br />After sometime, a discarded sneaker made him stop. It was a female's shoe. He silently scanned the area and heard a scuffle somewhere nearby. Guided by his ears, he padded over to a tall grass covered mound and looked over the edge.<br />A short teenager girl was pinned to the ground. One boy had complete control over da girl's mouth and other was trying to tie her hands. The third character with light fuzz on his chin was busy removing his trousers. Our man quickly hid behind a boulder before any of them could see him. He hadn't had a violent experience since his college days in the hockey fields. He felt strangely charged by what he saw. He ran down the slope silently, rounded the curve, and approached the boys cautiously.Now the girl's clothes were completely ripped off. Three giggling boys held her, pawing her from all sides. None of the boys were above fifteen. They didn't even hear him until he was ten feet from them. Then one of them looked up at him and... "Hey !" After a moment of tense silence, the boys looked nervously at each other. The boy with the fuzzy chin pulled up his pants and said: "You guys...hold her tight." He turned to him. "You first...sir...we will follow you." Of Course, he had to throw his hockey stick on the ground and claim his place on top of the girl..<br />And this is not a creatively written story. It is not me trying to test my imagine. It is someone else's story and my words...<br />And I know...<br />Law cannot do anything<br />Men will never stop.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112895064245947594?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1128518108479358142005-10-06T17:28:00.000-07:002005-10-05T06:15:08.506-07:00<strong>L</strong>ife <strong>S</strong>imar <strong>D</strong>eath<br /><br />Yet another uneventful day and I do not know what to write..<br />Hmmm.. I thought of keeping this blog to myself as not many people visit this page. Friends back in Cal don't even know that I have a Blog. But, I am Happy! BEYOND THE SKY visited my blog and was generous enough to leave a msg behind.<br />Well.. Whoever that is.. I don't know you - All i know is that you have good taste for poetry<br />He he he.. Me n My Ego - <strong><em>Invictus</em></strong>!<br />Lately, I have been way too much about <strong><em>Death</em></strong>.<br />Okay... I can hear some people at a distance say.. Here she goes again but then again.. I try not to think about things like these. I try not to... I walk away and another road brings me back!<br />On my way back, I see my world fall apart and I put on my sunglasses to hide them all.. I walk the walk back to this place that English Language calles "home".<br />Dark n cold..<br />My soul..<br />I like it here<br />But must i stay?<br />Let the dawn give way<br />to Day?<br />Tick Tock Tick Tock<br />Goes my grandpa's clock<br />Will I wake up tomoro?<br />optimism - I will rise..<br />Only to see<br />The top of my coffin<br />over me.<br />Biting my lips..<br />With my teeth<br />Holding it - one tide longer<br />Holding on - another tide longer<br />Holding tight<br />Winter came<br />And now,<br />It's night.<br /><br />There is no home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112851810847935814?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1128006594354182282005-09-29T07:53:00.002-07:002005-09-29T08:09:54.360-07:00What once was a comfort is now a forgotten mess, <br />I asked for nothing and now I settle for even less.<br />Your company was a pleasure now the sight of you brings pain, <br />of what once was so important only memories remain.<br />A gift a wear everyday.. in simple blue and white<br />fragments of conversations,late into the night.<br />What's done is done.<br />Its over.<br />Time flew by in a whirl<br />maybe one day you'll remember<br />this long lost Calcutta girl...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112800659435418228?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1128006593873152752005-09-29T07:53:00.001-07:002005-09-29T08:09:53.876-07:00What once was a comfort is now a forgotten mess, <br />I asked for nothing and now I settle for even less.<br />Your company was a pleasure now the sight of you brings pain, <br />of what once was so important only memories remain.<br />A gift a wear everyday.. in simple blue and white<br />fragments of conversations,late into the night.<br />What's done is done.<br />Its over.<br />Time flew by in a whirl<br />maybe one day you'll remember<br />this long lost Calcutta girl...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112800659387315275?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1127721397027519622005-09-26T13:23:00.000-07:002005-09-26T00:56:37.030-07:00To my Brother<br /> from "Lil Sis"...<br /><br />On his birthday far away<br />Maybe issues will separate us<br />Yet we'll always be siblings.<br />So may love, until life ends<br />In joy or sorrow not forsake us..<br />Sunshine on the darkest day.<br />Though there's a frequency I miss,<br />Each breath of peace that fortune sends<br />Recalls a bond that time can't betray.<br /><br />Come what May Brother - I love you!<br /><br />* Muah! *<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112772139702751962?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1127559658722610292005-09-25T03:58:00.000-07:002005-09-24T04:00:58.726-07:00My cold is Snutty<br />My cold is.. cold..<br />My cold is Snotty<br />I am growing old...<br /><br />I see winter in her eyes<br />I see autum in her clothes<br />I see spring in her voice<br />I see snots and snuts in her nose!I<br /><br /> will snot on her cat<br />and snut on her car<br />My sneezes will meet her<br />From near and afar<br /><br />Under thick layers of snow..<br />lies a snot..waiting to be picked<br /><br />Cutting through clouds<br />All is revealed<br />God's watchin movies<br />on the Ocean Screen.<br /><br />Now, I shiver uncontrollably, in ecstasy<br />in winter's icy, cold winds..<br />Now, I am shorn like an unsuspecting sheep<br />in autumn's moulting call..<br />Now, I am a stillborn with newfound breath<br />in spring's blossoming freshness...<br /><br />Life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112755965872261029?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1127568563162912372005-09-24T06:24:00.000-07:002005-09-24T06:36:54.273-07:00Red moon, black sun,<br />The last word,<br />Will never be done.<br /><br />Mourn today,<br />Forget tomorrow.<br />And history will repeat Everyone's sorrow.<br /><br />Red moon, black sun,<br />Scarred memories,<br />Will never be undone.<br />Witnessing eyes,<br />Never the same.<br />Destroyed minds,<br />In another's game.<br /><br />**Yawn** Wanna Get Home...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112756856316291237?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1127568829026593312005-09-22T06:19:00.000-07:002005-09-24T06:37:39.476-07:00White moon..<br /><br />yellow sun...<br /><br />Start again,<br /><br />Everyone.<br /><br />'Cause you are me,<br />And I am you.<br /><br />And we are not bulletproof...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112756882902659331?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17071399.post-1127558172496485052005-09-21T05:04:00.000-07:002005-09-24T04:02:33.963-07:00Today - Is a Good Day<br /><br />*Posted my First Blog<br />*Became Vice-President, Spastic Society Of College<br />*Office spooked Samantha too..<br />*Will get to hear Thandiswa Mazwai sing.. (Whoever That is!)<br />*And Yes - Am set to Interview Aasma on Monday - 2 pm!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17071399-112755817249648505?l=criesarwen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Simar Kohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360354130571181343noreply@blogger.com0