Of summer love and the sea

I wish I was free to go back to the era of summer love and daisies in the field. To run with the wind in my hair, our hair, and feel effortless light but liquid like the air around us. Smell the sea breeze from far. If I thought about it, I would like to travel more, see the gondolas in Venice and the pyramids of Egypt, privy to more secrets than you or I could ever imagine. Open my eyes to the love of life, to the unconditional love dripping from the eyes of my golden Labrador. Look into the mirror, have the freedom to move to different places,different times. I wish I was elegant like the tango and the ballet and be invisible because the possibilities are beyond imagination. I'd like to paint, bold colors of red,green,peacock blue and gold.But also mix in the subtle mauve and white, a dot of black for that is life.Brilliant vibrant strokes across the wall, across time itself. Bring an angel along, a blessing for everyone, but remember the red at the center of your eyes like a camera flash. Block prints, dyes,flaming orange skirts with bells at the fringe, streak of blue through midnight black hair. Walk along the sea shore, wonder about the other side of the ocean, at the exact same spot, is someone standing there too? Wishing upon a star? With pristine white gloves and shoes to match. Someone who looks through her veil and has to return..Or is it someone who stands there with a grimy shirt but free as the wind and the sea in front of her. Is it you? Looking at yourself from afar wondering if this is what it means to be alive.

Fuschia Flash

I finally did it.

Streaked my hair I mean. Dint get the actual dark purple I wanted (after my last disaster where I spent an hour carefully applying the purple color but it dint show on my dark hair. One has to bleach and then color it seems. Decided against. My poor tresses have gone through a lot already), but I'm very happy with dark pinkish maroon, Fuschia is what they like to call it at L'oreal. So now I get to toss my un-boring hair fashionably..adding a little more color to my life. :-)

Peeps, be happy for me.

Why so serious??

So you might have gathered I saw The Dark Knight. I am not a big fan of super hero or action movies as such, but since everyone seemed to be raving about it, I decided to go ahead and see for myself what all the fuss is about. And did I surprise myself or what? I totally loved the movie. Apart from the awesome direction,costumes,dialogs and everything, it was Heath Ledger who made the movie worth watching. I agree I cringed during the gory blood-on-the-teeth scenes and couldn't watch two face in the beginning,I kinda got used to it after a while.The most difficult part for the next movie would be for the actor who would play The Joker to live up to Ledger - The lip twitch, mannerisms, psychotic eyes, everything.
I also found that Batman wasn't much of a stranger to me after all. Given that when he was a kid my not so little brother wanted to be Batman when he grew up. There was this one day, he was very vocal about not liking his name, Nana asked him if he had a choice what he would like to be named, and without batting an eyelid he replied 'Batman'. Till he was about seven, every birthday card and gift for me would be complete with the batman logo at the bottom, drawn out with his kid handwriting.
Don't miss the movie. And this is coming from someone who almost never watches action or superman/spiderman and all that jazz. So it really must be good! Oh, and white is definately Christian Bale's color. Makes him look even more gorge. Which might explain why when he isnt in the Batman garb or in a suit, he's always in a white shirt, save one 30 sec scene where he's wearing green.
In the other news, I finished 'Unaccustomed Earth' by Jhumpa Lahiri. I have read her previous books 'The Interpreter of Maladies' and 'The Namesake'. Her writing is pretty much the same as her previous books, trying to bring out the stark reality of Indian immigrant life. The only difference is that in this book, she talks about second generation Indians in America. The sons and daughters of the Indians who have settled here,called ABCDs(American Born Confused Desis). As I said before, I always feel that these authors talk only about the bland side of life. Why cant they write about happy things? Its not like everything that happens here is all monotony and gray. When I'm reading I go through these weird thoughts, and the story doesn't do much to make me feel better. Its like reading in black and white.
Right now I'm reading two books at the same time. (I know, I tend to do this a lot). One book for the bus and travel and one for at home. 'The Catcher in the Rye' by J.D Salinger and I just finished 'The Vine of Desire' by Chitra Divakaruni last night. Her writing is getting better with each book.I felt this one is more deep than the others,she defines each character more and was able to portray the different emotions one might have at different points of time in life.
I'm totally loving Salinger. I remember reading 'Franny and Zooey' long back at home. I think it's one of Nana's books and I read it in class 10. I don't remember much of it now and I need to read it again.
I'll start with The Inheritance of Loss in sometime and will keep you posted!

Blue bee doo

Yesterday morning the moment I woke up, the desire to go home was so strong it took me by surprise. I have never felt such strong an urge to wake up in my own bed - I mean in Chennai - in my room, and to find Nana reading the paper,Amma making dosas for V while he fusses and gets ready for school. I don't usually get into such moods, I do miss home and everything, but yesterday was different. I guess I was generally bummed that I din't go anywhere this long weekend while everyone had their respective plans.I had to cancel my trip to visit Savi at Philly because of my final project for the summer course I'm taking. To add to it, the project seems waaay longer than it actually is and it feels like it will take forever to finish.

I watched this movie called 'Outsourced' which provided me with a few laughs. Its about this guy in the US who is sent to India to train the employees at a Call center and how he adjusts there. He lands up in this weird ass village outside Mumbai(I dint know they have call centers in Villages), stays in this Auntyji's guest house and endures extra sweet tea and ironed underwear. Oh, and he falls in love with the smartest girl in the office(Surprise surprise!!).

Other than that, I fell down like a child the other day - twisted my ankle a little, and bruised my knee. *sniff* Now I can wear only floaters. Wore my pants and capris the whole of last week so that my bruise doesn't show. I'm fed up and back to my skirts. So what if I have a bruise? Hmph. And then I cut my finger while cutting onions a couple of days back and now its all bandaged. Wonder why its been such an accident prone week?

The library at school finally decided to issue Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri to me. Will give my valuable inputs once I'm done reading it. He is waiting for me to finish so I should be done reading by tomorrow if my wonderful project doesn't get in the way.

Oh, and I went to DC on the 4th to watch the fireworks. In spite of the rain I had a nice time sitting huddled under an umbrella eating fries and watching the display. Too bad I dint have someone sitting with me. Under the same umbrella I mean. blah.But I've had enough of the male species anyway.

Watched Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na last night. Was quite nice I guess. Had all the ingredients of a hindi movie but wasn't one of those heavy bollywood types either. A one time watch if you need some good laughs. Genilia looks pretty, but got slightly irritating after a while with the giggly girl image(Which was worse in 'Bommarillu'). Amir Khan's nephew put up a decent show being his first movie and all. No movie is complete without one of those stupid comedy routines. If it was Jaaved Jafri in Salaam Namaste, it was Arbaaz and Sohail Khan here. Argh. WHY? WHY cant a hindi movie just be nice and fun without people making fools of themselves? And the clichéd ending at the airport and all dint do much for the movie. oops. Did I just give out something? The movie is so predictable anyway you'll know the ending even at the beginning.

I shouldn't be trashing it this much because the movie is actually decently fun. Watch it if you have the time.

tantrums

Have you ever wanted to scream till your lungs burst?
Cry till you dont have any tears left?
Forget about everything and just do what you want that brings you peace even if you know that it might not be the wisest thing to do right now?
Just take a random walk and think for yourself even if you dont have all the answers and probably never will?
Felt when you were younger that when you 'grow up' things will be clearer to you, and now that your grown up they are still the same?
And you are still asking yourself the same questions?