What are colours? What the definition, in lay mans terms, of a colour? What does colour mean? Infants might know the answer to that question a lot better than others.
The farthest I can remember anything in my learning life, is me arriving to school late in kindergarten. I (sadly) cant remember anything being learnt or taught. I cant remember the rush I felt when I first dipped my tiny juvenile hands in acrylic paint. I can only imagine…
Most toddlers feel a supreme joy when they come home from school and announce with pride that they finger-painted a house, or jungle-cat. I remember scenes from my early childhood, when I used to run around playing with firecrackers in Diwali week. The most memorable visions were the ones at night. We used to decorate the house with oil-diyas, and at night, we’d turn the electric lights off. The effect, was mesmerizing.
Speaking of Diwali, today is Diwali. The Indian festival of colours. A very beautiful time of the year, in which no house is left undecorated with colourful lights and oil-diyas. Its time of celebration (of what, exactly, I’m not sure, I was never one to indulge in Hindu Mythology).
Diwali means so much to so many people. For many, it’s a week-long escape from boring office routines, a time to get together, laugh, and enjoy. Most Indians, associate colour, with happiness. Diwali is a standing testament. For example, the bridal dress is bright or bold red (red commonly is refered to as the colour of love and passion).
Colours fill up the life of most Indians with happiness.
Me, or people like me, might be a different matter. I don’t necessarily associate colours with happiness. I (personally) like to be in dark or dimly lit areas. Too much bright light hurts my eyes. (I always keep the curtains drawn in the room).
Thought, certain colours, or images rather, flood my heart with emotion of pure joy and happiness. Images of seeing my cousins and best friends back in Mumbai, or playing guitar at home loudly. Not many of these are very colourful events (my guitar is simply white and black!). Yet the arrangement of such colours stimulates me like no other could.
I watch movies. Lots of them. In most cases, the post-production team goes ever the entire recordings and “photoshop” each and every frame, just to portray the mood of scene more effectively. If the protagonist is feeling lonely, you can be sure the background is dark gloomy, and there’s heavy rain slapping on the windows. Many movie-goers don’t realize this.
Colours, are a very integral part of our lives. They existed before we even knew what existence is. They existed before us (humans). Imagine what it’d be like to see the first humans discover fire, or discover colour, or assign a colour to something (red for danger, a a combination of colours to represent their own clan). Colours, formed the cornerstone of our evolution!
Today, when we go to buy phones for example, the iPhone. It used to be available in two colours, black and white. The white, had a greater asthetic appeal. It simply looked more Apple-like. Immediately, on the first day of sale, the white ones were sold out. It goes to say, colours are so important in our lives, we can even be fussy about it.
I have a Windows 7 laptop. One of its amazing features is the new Aero Theme. It carries a lot of visual appeal. I’m very fussy about the theme colours. I hate it if the colour is even slightly out of tone. Right now, I’m typing this on Office Word. The background of the theme is blue, its calm, and very soothing (especially with the brightness of the LCD Screen set on low).
To come to think of it, Colours, is a very interesting topic. Its not something people think about or meditate from time to time. Most people wouldn’t even care about the importance of colours. They would still know colours existed, but would sub-consciously or unconsciously keep it at the back of their minds.
Just Imagine, for one minute. Life without colours. Photography would collapse, for one thing. When you wake up the morning, no more brightly light phone screens screaming your alarms. No more colour themes to decorate rooms and houses. No more colourful videos. No more traffic signals. No more road lane markers. No more indicator lights. Scary, isn’t it? Its only scary because we are used to colours. We use them too much. We are dependent on them.
I need to go put up more lights for Diwali now. I’ll make sure , that there are more oil-diyas in my room this time.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Music, And Me.
Music Is a very pivotal part of my life. I listen to songs ALL the free moments in my day. It forms a very sane and calm part of my day. I always make it a point to either have my phone or MP3 player along with me wherever we go..
I'm part of a family which is an avid watcher of Sa Re Ga Ma Pa every weekend, ever since I remember running around in my house naked. I kept listening to them, without even realizing. I started out from early Bollywood songs, which had standard beats in each song.
Then, as I grew up, and started attending school in Global Indian International School Singapore ( which was a PARAMOUNT F*CK UP in my life ), just to "be cool" and accepted, I started listening to songs they used to ( Eminem, D12, Linkin Park etc. ) I never really understood the soul of any song, except Mockingbird by Eminem... That was when I was able to understand the true emotion of a song..
When I came in 10th Std. studies took over, and I had to stop listening to songs. :( :( :( :(
After that, when I had to shift to Mumbai for a year ( HEAVEN!! :p ) I started again. My cousins brought me back to it :D Old favs like Mockingbird, My Band, Like Toy Soldiers came back to me.. It was like I was hit by not a wave, but a Tsunami of nostalgia.
In Mumbai, I developed a very strong bond with the sound of the Electric Guitar :D The first new band I was introduced to is Iron Maiden, then Black Sabbath ( Courtesy of Raghav Venkatesh and Jalaj Soni ) and I went on to listen to one of the Best Bands this world has come up with. Metallica.
I fell in love with the heavy distorted sound of Metallica's guitars, Kirk Hammett's Guitar Solos, and James Hetfield's Vocals. Any Metallica song would immediately put a smile to my face, not like any other piece of music would.
However, as my liking towards Metallica increased, by liking towards Pop, RnB and the like decresed heavily. Pop sounds are very much synthsised. They all sound too digital. You cant emulate a Pop beat sound with just a physical instrument. You need electronics, which control most part of the song.
I felt music is the most pure type of entertainment there is, both, for the maker, and the listener. In the ancient times, us humans never had any means of making Pop, digitized or synthesised sounds. The only pure way of listening to music, is to hear it LIVE. Thats why, being in a concert, and listening to the studio-recorded version, are two very different things.
"Bands" like Black Eyed Peas, make me puke. When they perform live music, they dont just sing. They feel the need to wear flashy clothes and make pathetically stupid hairstyles and dance around like retards on drugs.
When Metallica first came to being, they had no way of recording what they played. So to get popular, they had to play love in clubs. They didnt feel the need to wear cool clothes. They didnt need the disco-lights. They didnt need anything, except their instruments (and alcohol :P but more on that later). I'd still consider BANDS (people who play their music LIVE) much much better than any other artist.
Today, in Bollywood, most of the songs, are recorded but digitally perfected. There is no bigger insult to Pure Music, than this.
Today, All bands who play live, are at least doing their part to keep REAL Pure Music alive. God Bless Them :D
I'm part of a family which is an avid watcher of Sa Re Ga Ma Pa every weekend, ever since I remember running around in my house naked. I kept listening to them, without even realizing. I started out from early Bollywood songs, which had standard beats in each song.
Then, as I grew up, and started attending school in Global Indian International School Singapore ( which was a PARAMOUNT F*CK UP in my life ), just to "be cool" and accepted, I started listening to songs they used to ( Eminem, D12, Linkin Park etc. ) I never really understood the soul of any song, except Mockingbird by Eminem... That was when I was able to understand the true emotion of a song..
When I came in 10th Std. studies took over, and I had to stop listening to songs. :( :( :( :(
After that, when I had to shift to Mumbai for a year ( HEAVEN!! :p ) I started again. My cousins brought me back to it :D Old favs like Mockingbird, My Band, Like Toy Soldiers came back to me.. It was like I was hit by not a wave, but a Tsunami of nostalgia.
In Mumbai, I developed a very strong bond with the sound of the Electric Guitar :D The first new band I was introduced to is Iron Maiden, then Black Sabbath ( Courtesy of Raghav Venkatesh and Jalaj Soni ) and I went on to listen to one of the Best Bands this world has come up with. Metallica.
I fell in love with the heavy distorted sound of Metallica's guitars, Kirk Hammett's Guitar Solos, and James Hetfield's Vocals. Any Metallica song would immediately put a smile to my face, not like any other piece of music would.
However, as my liking towards Metallica increased, by liking towards Pop, RnB and the like decresed heavily. Pop sounds are very much synthsised. They all sound too digital. You cant emulate a Pop beat sound with just a physical instrument. You need electronics, which control most part of the song.
I felt music is the most pure type of entertainment there is, both, for the maker, and the listener. In the ancient times, us humans never had any means of making Pop, digitized or synthesised sounds. The only pure way of listening to music, is to hear it LIVE. Thats why, being in a concert, and listening to the studio-recorded version, are two very different things.
"Bands" like Black Eyed Peas, make me puke. When they perform live music, they dont just sing. They feel the need to wear flashy clothes and make pathetically stupid hairstyles and dance around like retards on drugs.
When Metallica first came to being, they had no way of recording what they played. So to get popular, they had to play love in clubs. They didnt feel the need to wear cool clothes. They didnt need the disco-lights. They didnt need anything, except their instruments (and alcohol :P but more on that later). I'd still consider BANDS (people who play their music LIVE) much much better than any other artist.
Today, in Bollywood, most of the songs, are recorded but digitally perfected. There is no bigger insult to Pure Music, than this.
Today, All bands who play live, are at least doing their part to keep REAL Pure Music alive. God Bless Them :D
Thursday, September 16, 2010
English Essay (Which means, I'm jobless :P )
I dunno why I'm writing this here, I just felt like.. I wrote this essay for UnitTest2 English Language Paper.. I kinda wrote this from my heart, so please read and enjoy :D
On a normal Saturday evening, I sit back on my couch, with a tub of popcorns in hand, the crunchy chewing noise reverberating throughout the room, and suddenly the blasting noise of the home theatre system inducing shock in me, indicating that a movie has started. I mostly prefer to watch classics (or the movies I've already watched years ago) during this time of the week,
It was, Terminator 2: Judgement Day. A true-blue James Cameron action flick. I could remember every dialogue spoken by the characters of John and Sarah Connor. My Mind started drifting...
Four years ago, I was a regular, faceless, unpopular student in my school. No one knew or cared about me. Now, when I have friends, family and happiness, I wonder, just HOW did I survive those times? How did I Live??
I remember that I had a great love for computers and games. I'd beg my Dad everytime we went to Popular to get me the latest edition of CHIP Singapore, a magazine for IT Techies and consumers alike. My day was filled with thoughts of computers, hard-disk drives, games, even stories of those games!
I had also developed a liking for basketball, which, in a short time, grew from a spark to a fire. I'd spend every free period on the court, dribbling the ball, and scoring from different angles.
I guess it'd be safe to say, computers, games, and basketball were my supports and contributed to a large part of my identity.
Also, I never had a thing for studies. Since my early childhood, I knew my calling was in the Business\Commerce field. Studying Science, History, Geography was seemingly pointless. I used to score in English and Maths, though.
Phew. All that, was four years ago. I feel changed. Alot. Now, these four years seem like a lifetime to me.
I'm not a nobody anymore. People know me in my school, in my family-ties, and I no longer feel alone. I can turn to people for advice, help, of just to share a laugh. I'm no longer dependent on machines and a sport to fill me with happiness. I have people for that now.
However, the intimacy I shared with computers and basketball has not all disappeared. It still exists, though not as strong. Somedays, when I'm feeling blue, I still look towards basketball and computers.
In the past one and a half years, my interest in studies has been restored. I remember how easily I learnt something seven/eight years ago, I still fell that same excitement of learning today.
I've also started watching many movies, and listening to songs of my favourite genre. I've even started learning guitar(which has been a dream since 1999, and still is).
I also remember being (left) alone, to myself in the past. I guess that's why occasionally I'm uncomfortable around people and choose to be left on my own.
I'd say, I'm part-happy, part-sad because of these changes. I'm a very sentimental and emotional person, and don't like things to change (probably because alot has changed in a such a short time). Why can't things be the same? After twenty-, thirty-years? Why can't a time last forever?
See, I'm getting sentimental again. I'll try to concentrate on the postive points... I'm better. I'm more confident. I'm clear on my future. I have a social life.
That makes me smile. Oh, the movie's about to get over.. Arnold (= Terminator = Hero) pushes the villain (a thinking-body of liquid metal with the ability to metamorphose into any shape, hence 'undefeatable' ) into molten lava, ending the movie. I can't believe I spent two hours and twenty minutes.. Time flies when you're nostalgic.
How did you like it ??
:D
On a normal Saturday evening, I sit back on my couch, with a tub of popcorns in hand, the crunchy chewing noise reverberating throughout the room, and suddenly the blasting noise of the home theatre system inducing shock in me, indicating that a movie has started. I mostly prefer to watch classics (or the movies I've already watched years ago) during this time of the week,
It was, Terminator 2: Judgement Day. A true-blue James Cameron action flick. I could remember every dialogue spoken by the characters of John and Sarah Connor. My Mind started drifting...
Four years ago, I was a regular, faceless, unpopular student in my school. No one knew or cared about me. Now, when I have friends, family and happiness, I wonder, just HOW did I survive those times? How did I Live??
I remember that I had a great love for computers and games. I'd beg my Dad everytime we went to Popular to get me the latest edition of CHIP Singapore, a magazine for IT Techies and consumers alike. My day was filled with thoughts of computers, hard-disk drives, games, even stories of those games!
I had also developed a liking for basketball, which, in a short time, grew from a spark to a fire. I'd spend every free period on the court, dribbling the ball, and scoring from different angles.
I guess it'd be safe to say, computers, games, and basketball were my supports and contributed to a large part of my identity.
Also, I never had a thing for studies. Since my early childhood, I knew my calling was in the Business\Commerce field. Studying Science, History, Geography was seemingly pointless. I used to score in English and Maths, though.
Phew. All that, was four years ago. I feel changed. Alot. Now, these four years seem like a lifetime to me.
I'm not a nobody anymore. People know me in my school, in my family-ties, and I no longer feel alone. I can turn to people for advice, help, of just to share a laugh. I'm no longer dependent on machines and a sport to fill me with happiness. I have people for that now.
However, the intimacy I shared with computers and basketball has not all disappeared. It still exists, though not as strong. Somedays, when I'm feeling blue, I still look towards basketball and computers.
In the past one and a half years, my interest in studies has been restored. I remember how easily I learnt something seven/eight years ago, I still fell that same excitement of learning today.
I've also started watching many movies, and listening to songs of my favourite genre. I've even started learning guitar(which has been a dream since 1999, and still is).
I also remember being (left) alone, to myself in the past. I guess that's why occasionally I'm uncomfortable around people and choose to be left on my own.
I'd say, I'm part-happy, part-sad because of these changes. I'm a very sentimental and emotional person, and don't like things to change (probably because alot has changed in a such a short time). Why can't things be the same? After twenty-, thirty-years? Why can't a time last forever?
See, I'm getting sentimental again. I'll try to concentrate on the postive points... I'm better. I'm more confident. I'm clear on my future. I have a social life.
That makes me smile. Oh, the movie's about to get over.. Arnold (= Terminator = Hero) pushes the villain (a thinking-body of liquid metal with the ability to metamorphose into any shape, hence 'undefeatable' ) into molten lava, ending the movie. I can't believe I spent two hours and twenty minutes.. Time flies when you're nostalgic.
How did you like it ??
:D
Monday, August 30, 2010
Raavan.
I recently downloaded RAAVAN, (thinking it was in HD, and I REALLY wanted to see the camera work)
So I downloaded it, allowing it to take up THREE WHOLE GB. I test it out, and its not in HD.... I swore.
Anyways, for lack of a better thing to do, I started watching it. I couldnt help noticing that it looked great!
Mani Ratnam has put together a team so-frikkin-SOLID, everything from the editing, direction, cinematography, and MARVELLOUS acting fit together hand-in-hand to make one whole cinematic experience.
Direction was SUPERB. (Let me tell you, of late I've developed an interest in direction... so I see movies from the "direction" point of view alot) There are many ultimately beautiful scenes which scream the rawness of the story setting.
Characters of Beera (Abhishek) Dev (also SP SAAB) and of course, Aishwarya come to life with superb acting, a phenomenal background score, and again, AWESOME camerawork. Side roles of Ravi Kishan and Govinda are portrayed perfectly.. Their roles not too much, neither too less.
The whole movie, overall, is more of a tale, or a story of ONE MAN Beera, not a typical bollywood movie story. SAGA, thats the word (I hope)...
The movie (in my opinion) idolizes the character of Beera. Every scene with Beera in it is heavy, and many scenes keep an imprint on your brain...
Personally, I cant see why it failed at the Box Office. It was a so-so prerformer... I guess our Indian mainstream audience isnt ready for movies like this. They want a typical Bollywood movie.
Another example is Saawariya. Its a BEAUTIFUL fairy-tale etched on the big screen. I REALLY liked Saawariya. After hearing the reasons why people didnt like it, "the whole movie is blue.. i dont get anything... things dont make sense" I wanted to SLAP them.
What the heck is wrong with them ?? Are plain blue scripted Bollywood movies their only source of entertainment?? A Movie should be more, much more than just entertainment. It should be enlightenning, for one thing.
Vanilla blue Akshay Kumar comedies like HouseFull should be frikkin BANNED.
So I downloaded it, allowing it to take up THREE WHOLE GB. I test it out, and its not in HD.... I swore.
Anyways, for lack of a better thing to do, I started watching it. I couldnt help noticing that it looked great!
Mani Ratnam has put together a team so-frikkin-SOLID, everything from the editing, direction, cinematography, and MARVELLOUS acting fit together hand-in-hand to make one whole cinematic experience.
Direction was SUPERB. (Let me tell you, of late I've developed an interest in direction... so I see movies from the "direction" point of view alot) There are many ultimately beautiful scenes which scream the rawness of the story setting.
Characters of Beera (Abhishek) Dev (also SP SAAB) and of course, Aishwarya come to life with superb acting, a phenomenal background score, and again, AWESOME camerawork. Side roles of Ravi Kishan and Govinda are portrayed perfectly.. Their roles not too much, neither too less.
The whole movie, overall, is more of a tale, or a story of ONE MAN Beera, not a typical bollywood movie story. SAGA, thats the word (I hope)...
The movie (in my opinion) idolizes the character of Beera. Every scene with Beera in it is heavy, and many scenes keep an imprint on your brain...
Personally, I cant see why it failed at the Box Office. It was a so-so prerformer... I guess our Indian mainstream audience isnt ready for movies like this. They want a typical Bollywood movie.
Another example is Saawariya. Its a BEAUTIFUL fairy-tale etched on the big screen. I REALLY liked Saawariya. After hearing the reasons why people didnt like it, "the whole movie is blue.. i dont get anything... things dont make sense" I wanted to SLAP them.
What the heck is wrong with them ?? Are plain blue scripted Bollywood movies their only source of entertainment?? A Movie should be more, much more than just entertainment. It should be enlightenning, for one thing.
Vanilla blue Akshay Kumar comedies like HouseFull should be frikkin BANNED.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Nostalgia
Looking back over the days, weeks, months, and years, the only thing that comes to my mind is how much things have changed. What had affected my life then, and what affects it now..
Its a funny thing. Two and a half years ago, I was the biggest NOBODY anyone ever knew ( I know :P ). In just six months, I had shifted to Mumbai, the greatest city in the whole world. In Mumbai I found everything that was missing from my earlier life. Friends. Fun. Masti. Happiness (in short). (Yet now, here I am in Singapore, I have no idea whats up with my life)
What the heck am I even writing about ??? My mind is now just drifting to random things.. Its that time of the week when I have nothing to do, no songs to listen to, no one to talk to, coz my parents are forcing me to sit in the Living Room with everyone else.
Hey, I just realised, its been like AGES since I've written here! Welcome me back, folks.
BTW A friend of mine, Roohani Deshpande (who has a blog FIFTY times better than mine) updated her blog layout. It RULES.
I'm suffering from writer's block. GOD DAMN.
Before the laptop dies on me, I shall post this.
Wish Me Luck...... :)
Its a funny thing. Two and a half years ago, I was the biggest NOBODY anyone ever knew ( I know :P ). In just six months, I had shifted to Mumbai, the greatest city in the whole world. In Mumbai I found everything that was missing from my earlier life. Friends. Fun. Masti. Happiness (in short). (Yet now, here I am in Singapore, I have no idea whats up with my life)
What the heck am I even writing about ??? My mind is now just drifting to random things.. Its that time of the week when I have nothing to do, no songs to listen to, no one to talk to, coz my parents are forcing me to sit in the Living Room with everyone else.
Hey, I just realised, its been like AGES since I've written here! Welcome me back, folks.
BTW A friend of mine, Roohani Deshpande (who has a blog FIFTY times better than mine) updated her blog layout. It RULES.
I'm suffering from writer's block. GOD DAMN.
Before the laptop dies on me, I shall post this.
Wish Me Luck...... :)
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I, Imsomniac
Its four in the morning. (Why is that most of my online activity is during such hours????)
Well, I sure as hell know the answer to that question!!
I'm deviating from the topic here... (interesting piece of trivia : I don't even know what the topic is! :P )
To kick start stuff, today I had pizza after (what seemed like) a year.. also talked to my Mumbai friends :D
I spend most of my time these days studying crappy stuff like accountancy and English. I haven't touched Maths (SCARED SHIT-LESS!!)
Well that and.. I watch TV shows. ALOT. Just not on TV. :P
I've started and finished with How I Met Your Mother, Castle, Drake And Josh, and soon gonna complete The Big Bang Theory :D (Bones season 1 lined up :) )
I'm supposed to be asleep now.. soo asleep that a full-blown riot coulda started in my house and I wouldn't have noticed....
Ok. This is by far the most RANDOM and POINTLESS and MINDLESS post there's ever gonna be (but then again, I can't promise ;) )
SHIT! DAD!
Like I said, he has the nasty habit of scaring the crap outta me... He's awake and (THANK GOD) hasnt noticed me..
GTG fellas..
C ya soon (with some quality text)
:D
Well, I sure as hell know the answer to that question!!
I'm deviating from the topic here... (interesting piece of trivia : I don't even know what the topic is! :P )
To kick start stuff, today I had pizza after (what seemed like) a year.. also talked to my Mumbai friends :D
I spend most of my time these days studying crappy stuff like accountancy and English. I haven't touched Maths (SCARED SHIT-LESS!!)
Well that and.. I watch TV shows. ALOT. Just not on TV. :P
I've started and finished with How I Met Your Mother, Castle, Drake And Josh, and soon gonna complete The Big Bang Theory :D (Bones season 1 lined up :) )
I'm supposed to be asleep now.. soo asleep that a full-blown riot coulda started in my house and I wouldn't have noticed....
Ok. This is by far the most RANDOM and POINTLESS and MINDLESS post there's ever gonna be (but then again, I can't promise ;) )
SHIT! DAD!
Like I said, he has the nasty habit of scaring the crap outta me... He's awake and (THANK GOD) hasnt noticed me..
GTG fellas..
C ya soon (with some quality text)
:D
Friday, July 2, 2010
Rant Number One
School is going to start on 12th, I've done all my homework (HEY!! I'm not a nerd. I was forced to. :| )
I'm really looking forward to school coz I've had enough of HOUSE ( I dont call it a "home" anymore. More on that later)
I, Gaurav, Owner of this blog, pledge to contain my use of foul language in this post, no matter how frustrated I am.
First of all, my routine SUCKS. I'm forced to wake up early in the morning (9am. Yes, thats too early for me) and SLEEP early too.. (I hate it!!)
I'm not very.. umm... free in my house. I cant chat the way I used to (parents..) and what all I'm supposed to be doing is, S-T-U-D-Y. I sure as hell cant watch TV (there's nothing worth watching on the channels we've subscribed, and my sis owns the TV remote at all times, night or day).
Since I cant chat (coz my parents can POP UP out of thin air at any random moment and ask me who I'm chatting with, who is he/she, their parents' jobs, residences, and stuff that makes me feel like I'm a criminal), I cant watch movies or episodes that I've.. umm.. acquired over the Internet either...
Since my parents are treating me like a 20-year-old with a 5-year-old's brain, its pretty suffocating in my house.. No goddamn freedom at all....
Time to break my pledge ;)
I'M SOOOO F*CKIN' PISSED!!!! All I want, is that old freedom back, so that at least I can try to be HAPPY here again. For those who know about how much I hate Singapore, know that I've been trying ALOT to be happy here. Well now I cant anymore... :'(
Dad's calling me to sleep now. Its 12.55am here.
DAMN.
I'm really looking forward to school coz I've had enough of HOUSE ( I dont call it a "home" anymore. More on that later)
I, Gaurav, Owner of this blog, pledge to contain my use of foul language in this post, no matter how frustrated I am.
First of all, my routine SUCKS. I'm forced to wake up early in the morning (9am. Yes, thats too early for me) and SLEEP early too.. (I hate it!!)
I'm not very.. umm... free in my house. I cant chat the way I used to (parents..) and what all I'm supposed to be doing is, S-T-U-D-Y. I sure as hell cant watch TV (there's nothing worth watching on the channels we've subscribed, and my sis owns the TV remote at all times, night or day).
Since I cant chat (coz my parents can POP UP out of thin air at any random moment and ask me who I'm chatting with, who is he/she, their parents' jobs, residences, and stuff that makes me feel like I'm a criminal), I cant watch movies or episodes that I've.. umm.. acquired over the Internet either...
Since my parents are treating me like a 20-year-old with a 5-year-old's brain, its pretty suffocating in my house.. No goddamn freedom at all....
Time to break my pledge ;)
I'M SOOOO F*CKIN' PISSED!!!! All I want, is that old freedom back, so that at least I can try to be HAPPY here again. For those who know about how much I hate Singapore, know that I've been trying ALOT to be happy here. Well now I cant anymore... :'(
Dad's calling me to sleep now. Its 12.55am here.
DAMN.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
So I'm back...
Its been ages since I've written here...
I recently came back from Mumbai. It was one of the most satisfying (and dissatisfying) trips EVER..
For one thing, it was just one week long... I wanted to be there for like A YEAR..
The trip (according to my parents) was a total disaster and waste of money, as I lost my iPhone 3GS on the flight and then I'm pretty sure someone stole it..
I was supposed to get some medicines for Dad but got the wrong ones instead... (TOTAL WASTAGE!!)
I.. dont know whats happening to me...
Right now, all I know is that I turned on my PC on quiet peaceful Sunday morning (my parents are sleeping BTW) and have no idea what to do...
Whats wrong with me ???
O_o (sighs)
I'm waiting for school to start.. I'm waiting to get busy.. I'm waiting for the Unit Tests to prove to my parents that I CAN study, and I can study WELL, and that they dont need to advice me on (ahem) CERTAIN things...
For those of you who know me well, know whats wrong with me..
EVEN I KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH ME... But I have no idea of the solution...
I'm gonna go have breakfast... (sighs)
I recently came back from Mumbai. It was one of the most satisfying (and dissatisfying) trips EVER..
For one thing, it was just one week long... I wanted to be there for like A YEAR..
The trip (according to my parents) was a total disaster and waste of money, as I lost my iPhone 3GS on the flight and then I'm pretty sure someone stole it..
I was supposed to get some medicines for Dad but got the wrong ones instead... (TOTAL WASTAGE!!)
I.. dont know whats happening to me...
Right now, all I know is that I turned on my PC on quiet peaceful Sunday morning (my parents are sleeping BTW) and have no idea what to do...
Whats wrong with me ???
O_o (sighs)
I'm waiting for school to start.. I'm waiting to get busy.. I'm waiting for the Unit Tests to prove to my parents that I CAN study, and I can study WELL, and that they dont need to advice me on (ahem) CERTAIN things...
For those of you who know me well, know whats wrong with me..
EVEN I KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH ME... But I have no idea of the solution...
I'm gonna go have breakfast... (sighs)
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
At the Airport
I'm at the airport at the gate waiting to board the flight. This Singaporean airport staff woman comes literally dragging a wheelchair and on it , a young Seven maybe eight years old girl... She was silently crying.. Sobbing, rather.
She took the wheelchair to the front of the gate, an area which is quite deserted, and left her there, went on the te free Internet to check something.. I was like WTF?!?!?
Her name is Manali. I went up to her and introduced myself and shook her hand...
I asked her why she was crying, she sobbed harder.
Suddenly her father comes up from NO-FUCKING-WHERE and comes and scolds the child. It was in Marathi I couldn't understand.... But I'm pretty sure he was scolding her..
Then he shifted his hand baggage and came and sat next to me, as if trying to protect the child FROM ME. He gave me a look that said "Stay away from my daughter".
WHAT THE HELL?!?! I was trying to find out why she was crying.. Maybe I could cheer her up. All gone to waste now..
She's still crying..
Hey, do I look like I'm gonna do something to a sweeb innocent child?
Wait. There's a younger son. He just hit his own son with an umbrella..
FUCK...
I'm getting out of here (pukes)
She took the wheelchair to the front of the gate, an area which is quite deserted, and left her there, went on the te free Internet to check something.. I was like WTF?!?!?
Her name is Manali. I went up to her and introduced myself and shook her hand...
I asked her why she was crying, she sobbed harder.
Suddenly her father comes up from NO-FUCKING-WHERE and comes and scolds the child. It was in Marathi I couldn't understand.... But I'm pretty sure he was scolding her..
Then he shifted his hand baggage and came and sat next to me, as if trying to protect the child FROM ME. He gave me a look that said "Stay away from my daughter".
WHAT THE HELL?!?! I was trying to find out why she was crying.. Maybe I could cheer her up. All gone to waste now..
She's still crying..
Hey, do I look like I'm gonna do something to a sweeb innocent child?
Wait. There's a younger son. He just hit his own son with an umbrella..
FUCK...
I'm getting out of here (pukes)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
My New School :D
MY NEW SCHOOL
I'm in DPSIS (Delhi Public School "International School" ) in Singapore, I've recently joined and attended school for I guess six weeks..
There are many things I REALLY LIKE about this school (and dislike some :P )
My New School (for me) is one of the best school's I've ever attended in this godforsaken nation (ahem ahem)
STUFF I LIKE :D
1. The Teachers
The teachers actually teach, for a change. I'm not expected to mug up anything and none of the teachers are irritating (except SOME. NO DETAILS!!! )
2. My Classroom
My Classroom is actually a normal size dance room, now divided into two by an extremely fragile STYROFOAM Wall. Its fun, small, gets incredibly stuffy when the air-con isn't working... And it kinda rox :)
3. TWO Basketball Courts
I ONLY like the fact that there are TWO BASKETBALL COURTS.. 'nuff said.
4. PEOPLE!!
Believe it or not, I've found a few friends at this place and frankly I'm kinda proud of it :) A week before joining school I was sure I'd be a nobody non-existant personality.. Thankfully I'm not :) :) :)
5. Indian National Anthem
Ok, laugh. But I Love My Country and I Love the fact that DPSIS, being an Indian School in Singapore, has Our National Anthem sung ^_^
STUFF I DONT LIKE
1. Air-Con
Sometimes the little devilish box at the top of the classroom decides not to function and let us die in the incredibly HOT, STUFFY, HUMID environment EVER.
2. Colour of the Building : BLUE
Ok BLUE. BLUE... dammit it SUCKS! I can't go on to explain this point further..
3. Canteen : MADHURIMA
I'll give just one example. A can of coke in ANY SCHOOL IN SINGAPORE is S$1.00 or less. ONE DOLLAR. But here, its S$1.20. It's food SUCKS. A classmate made a joke about one of its sauces.. Its a good joke, but I'm involved in it.. so, whatever. :P
4. The Basketball Courts (AGAIN)
Remember I LIKED something about the courts? Well. Apparently, not so much. I can easily touch the rim. COZ ITS ONLY EIGHT AND A HALF FEET. The courts are PUNY.
5. Certain Rules
Like the rule "no eating in class". I've been in KENDRIYA VIDYALAYA. We had no canteens and had to eat in classrooms itself. NEW AND AWESOME LUNCH EXPERIENCES EVERYDAY. I miss that
Well this is it :) (for now ;) )
I'm in DPSIS (Delhi Public School "International School" ) in Singapore, I've recently joined and attended school for I guess six weeks..
There are many things I REALLY LIKE about this school (and dislike some :P )
My New School (for me) is one of the best school's I've ever attended in this godforsaken nation (ahem ahem)
STUFF I LIKE :D
1. The Teachers
The teachers actually teach, for a change. I'm not expected to mug up anything and none of the teachers are irritating (except SOME. NO DETAILS!!! )
2. My Classroom
My Classroom is actually a normal size dance room, now divided into two by an extremely fragile STYROFOAM Wall. Its fun, small, gets incredibly stuffy when the air-con isn't working... And it kinda rox :)
3. TWO Basketball Courts
I ONLY like the fact that there are TWO BASKETBALL COURTS.. 'nuff said.
4. PEOPLE!!
Believe it or not, I've found a few friends at this place and frankly I'm kinda proud of it :) A week before joining school I was sure I'd be a nobody non-existant personality.. Thankfully I'm not :) :) :)
5. Indian National Anthem
Ok, laugh. But I Love My Country and I Love the fact that DPSIS, being an Indian School in Singapore, has Our National Anthem sung ^_^
STUFF I DONT LIKE
1. Air-Con
Sometimes the little devilish box at the top of the classroom decides not to function and let us die in the incredibly HOT, STUFFY, HUMID environment EVER.
2. Colour of the Building : BLUE
Ok BLUE. BLUE... dammit it SUCKS! I can't go on to explain this point further..
3. Canteen : MADHURIMA
I'll give just one example. A can of coke in ANY SCHOOL IN SINGAPORE is S$1.00 or less. ONE DOLLAR. But here, its S$1.20. It's food SUCKS. A classmate made a joke about one of its sauces.. Its a good joke, but I'm involved in it.. so, whatever. :P
4. The Basketball Courts (AGAIN)
Remember I LIKED something about the courts? Well. Apparently, not so much. I can easily touch the rim. COZ ITS ONLY EIGHT AND A HALF FEET. The courts are PUNY.
5. Certain Rules
Like the rule "no eating in class". I've been in KENDRIYA VIDYALAYA. We had no canteens and had to eat in classrooms itself. NEW AND AWESOME LUNCH EXPERIENCES EVERYDAY. I miss that
Well this is it :) (for now ;) )
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