Thursday, December 03, 2009
resolutions

have never really been resolute with them, never. earnest in making though, can't deduct points for that.
last year i was too ambitious.
next year, i hope to write atleast once every single day. (maybe i'll do that photo project too some year, not this one, too mundane, all me. click each day, but my ultimate goal would only be to see myself aging over the years. where do i start, where do i begin). if nothing strikes, i'll put up flickr trends and proceed to dissect them nonchalantly.

if i'm brutally honest with myself, 2009 might have been the year that I lived the least. ah well, this arbitrary line is for arbitrarily starting afresh.

when i say jump, you say how high

posted by psnob @ 6:27 PM
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Monday, November 02, 2009
forcingness, social lazing and the not-so-crazy days of winter(?)

talking to a friend across the world, we've discovered connecting with a few isn't really a blessing all the time. stumbing through twitter: having a voice vs having an audience. what if your voice is just meant to harmonise, and not lead?

the husband thinks ac/dc is rock, i can't live without springsteen. why is everything breaking news, everything a game of links and numbers and that horribleforcing word "networking". those who do it think it's great, maybe you should too.



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Thursday, October 01, 2009
hearts and thoughts, they fade

the biggest hurdle is probably just me, and the wishy-washy version of my past that i seem to remember. the biggest competitor that you have to defeat is always you?

on vacation, clearing the head, not quite thinking but maybe getting there. where i really am is a comfortable room, tv larger than any other i've ever had, lots of episodes of a favourite show (always did like memorizing lines, obsession runs in veins like pizza-love). where i really want to be? gratefulness has never been a strong point. scooters, vacation and fall sound just about right, maybe sanfrancisco, maybe not. definitely not someplace super pressurizing like europe, where you're obligated to have fun. like new year's eve. or events which have exclusive "networking teas".

facebook is truly the new tv, the numbner of all things that could whir in your head.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
napkin lists in shifty restaurants

we get inspired, with 90-rupee bhelpuri and chaat in a shifty restaurant at one end of a broken road. Like so many others, we want to win.
like so many, we create lists and think that just putting things down should be half the journey won. half the battle begun.

top 5 things to do before you get married, top 5 things to accomplish before your first baby, before before. we create milestones, not achievements. define age brackets neatly, by the time i'm 31, i'd like to have. define income brackets, million seems like a neat enough number to roll off your tongue. milllllion, with its tiny insect-like legs crawling over you to flagpin its conquest.

oh no, im being too dramatic, i need to tone down to increase my credibility.

not going down the roads not taken, seems to be the pride and glory. i knew, i knew what it would be like, and i didn't find it worthwhile to go further.

when we're bored we rewatch matrix 1 (the best one man) and wonder whatever happened to the non-keanu characters, in life in the films.

the top 5 lists, all neatly written on cheap tissue paper, i wish i'd remember any of them, just to have a thread to pull.

posted by psnob @ 10:18 PM
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Sunday, October 05, 2008
simon & g knew

first wendys (some kind of fascination with popculture and fries. mcdonalds is better)
first imax
first time sleeping in an imax
(don't bother watching eagle eye, be warned)


we used to leave the TV on in the (not-totally-secure) hotel room to pretend that we were still there when we left and keep it on at night because, well, Miami is scary like that.

the most weirding out thing is the constant calcuation of times and timezones and trying and failing at keeping track of how its all fastforwarding or rewinding.

did i mention first ihop? i thought it'd be more starbucks. don't quite know why. iculture probably, so apt. people should only live in cities with hard rock cafes. that way they would know that popculture exists in sufficient quantity for them to take a dip in it anytime that they want to. no one's asking them to turn into mermaids.

popculture. unattainable things like simpsons posters and dilbert figurines and musical snowglobes suddenly all over, all too available, at new and discounted prices. it's always a good season to have a sale. So that must be what america is all about.

posted by psnob @ 10:37 AM
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Wednesday, October 01, 2008
travelog

here it is, the one i promised i'd write.

still on the journey.



the firsts



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Thursday, February 28, 2008
shiny

no, i will not be silenced. you hear me? i won't be. i absolutely, positively, will not allow it to happen. or to be. to be applied to me, like a slimy grey paste, like anasthesia, like a pall, like the white sheet they cover you up with when you're undergoing surgery. to obliterate all signs of you. generalisations are a constant source of comfort, much like fries and that one t-shirt that you refuse to let go of, even if it's faded and torn in that one place that you always try desperately to hide.

They don't see. They never do. The only times that they notice you is when they want some kind of reassurance.
(Full-stops don't italicise. Have you noticed?)

It's an April of trashy novels, of reaffirmations of childlessness, of this part of the world turning, slowly to face the sun with squinted eyes and a grudging grin. Or maybe that's just me. I never did know I could turn out to be a creature of summer (not sun. Heaven for me would be non-tannable skin or hair that grows into an umbrella). Should have seen it coming with the irresistable night-lights that stretch into the waking hours, the insistence on bed-side lamps, and leaps to emergency lights in absolute terror.

An April of travel, lands unseen seem to stir some long-forgotten desire to see, to breathe. Often, the sheer fear of not being able to cram the three thousand and eighty four things that wikitravel insists that you MUST see into the breathless two days that you can barely afford to be away for leaves. The fear leaves. And what sticks around is absolute joy at even the least common denominator, the sitting-at-random-places-reading-random-books. My country does not let me breathe, and it's the one at fault. You can cycle. No, you can sit. The sheer fizzyness of being able to rest your behind on a random bench, alone. The strength in being alone.

You can take your fifteen-thousand rupee hot-ballooning and sell it to millionaires. I could just sit.

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