Thoughts of 16 November 2010
I am Ankoor. I love myself and my parents. I am over obsessed with studies and feel that some conference is going on in my head. Sometimes I get an impression that a super power tries to control our mind through a satellite. As such, lakhs of emails are intercepted during the course of a day. OCD maybe is the name of my problem. But I am not sure.I have faith in God and myself. One day I may get cured. This faith is atoot (unbreakable).
I am feeling relieved after a good night’s sleep. Sleep had eluded me for a few days and for a week before the D.P. Though I am losing interest in studies, I have faith that I shall overcome some day. I have to keep trying. Someone has said- Failures are stepping stone to success.
One of my loves is typing on the computer. I was attracted to it instantly in Class-1 just like fish takes to water. It has made our lives easier. Internet is also a nice time pass, apart from being a wealth of information. While in school, I would search on net for any topic or theme that was given by the teacher to write on or to make an assignment. I would download photos and sketches also to make my home task attractive. But gradually one has realized that too much reliance on computer or net is bad. It may kill original thoughts. It also enables one to take a short cut.
Earlier I had this enjoyable experience of watching videos on You Tube. Now I guess it would not be great to watch videos on you tube. My age is 21 and a half. I have stopped talking to many friends. GOD knows why?
Law is a heavy subject for me as of now. I must fight with the thoughts that I have in my mind. God make me brave. I have sudden mood swings. Reverse counting and straight forward counting is what one doctor told me would cure me. I am experiencing the problem of short term memory. I also have difficulty in remembering places and having overall concentration. I see GODs in elders. My parents always tell me that I will get cured, get a good and reasonable job.
THUMBS UP TASTE THE THUNDER. HAVE IMMENSE FEELING OF MYTHOLOGY INSIDE ME.REGULAR WALKS AND YOGA WOULD HELP.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
AN EVENING AT MACHAN
Evening means different things to different people.Some enjoy the solitude, some prefer a brisk walk, still others spend it in the company of near and dear ones. Atmosphere, aura, ambience-these make difference to a dull,drab and sultry place.Boredom is conquered.Even non-appetising meals become sumptuous, delicious, easy to remember. The decoration, frills and a particular way of presentation attract and delight. These help in relaxing, conversing,refreshing and healing. One tends to chill out without a hard drink AND post meal, sink into a bed of mink. Have a sweet dream and what not...........?
An October evening spent at Machan on the top floor of Dona Plaza,Guwahati will be memorable in ways, more than one. They were on time and absolutely prim and proper. While he impressed with his height, purse, physique and overall sense of humour, she sizzled and giggled to a temporary glory. Her curvaceous figure made prominent by a tight red and white dress earned her gazers if not fans during the semi-dark evening. Poses for photo session with a natural smile and grace against the background of animals, antique pieces and look-alikes of natural jungle were extempore and amazing. Same was noticed not once. But several times.......,before the soup, afterwards, before the '7Up' and in course of 'gup-shup'.
The topics and themes were so tantalizing that hunger or lust for food was almost set aside till a gentle reminder came from well dressed waiters and a haggard banquet manager. While waiting for compliance of order, it was observed that a 50 plus crowd was immersed deeply in the semi-dark, light musical backdrop. Like any other place, tiny tots in sufficient numbers were jumping all over. They would occasionally show their tantrums. While their parents relished their own talks and whispers, the kids appeared flavergasted at the sight of electric powered squirrel, birds, python,monkey and elephant.
Lighting was perfect, so were the cutlery and upholstery. Arrangement of chairs and tables was upto mark but food left much to be desired. It was in random but stylish order. There was nothing special about the typical delicasies, the management had promised to serve...........compared to the exorbitant prices shown in block capital letters in a menu card, weighing at least 20 grams.
When the crowd began thinning close to mid-night, we religiously rearrange chairs and tables to facilitate privacy, better relaxation and another bout of fruitful photo session. Soon the incredible view became a setting or nursery for instant creativity. While focusing, adjusting and clicking, we were not paranoid as such, but the very idea of creating something with a fair dose of joy had simply struck in our heads. We were speechless and spell bound with every shot. Two and a half hours spent drinking, sipping, eating and photographing is going to be deep in our thoughts. Afterall, the clock too had come to a stand still.
Towards the end, like a shrewd businessman, the manager promised to improve and add-on till we make another appearance. He displayed an infectious smile while offering us some appetiser. We did not fail in capturing him and his faithful waiters on camera. The grand finale turned out to be a memorable shot of an African tribesman.
Overall it was cozy, not noisy. It was fun and frolic. Not fantasy. In a world, full of ecstasy. The 'couple' added to the charm of the evening by their unusual appearance, conduct, manners and presence of mind.
Walking carefully down the stairs from the fifth floor, I whisper-"Good luck Machan. May you celebrate your second birthday soon. AND I take a plunge together with footfalls of compatriots of the 'couple' from Delhi.
An October evening spent at Machan on the top floor of Dona Plaza,Guwahati will be memorable in ways, more than one. They were on time and absolutely prim and proper. While he impressed with his height, purse, physique and overall sense of humour, she sizzled and giggled to a temporary glory. Her curvaceous figure made prominent by a tight red and white dress earned her gazers if not fans during the semi-dark evening. Poses for photo session with a natural smile and grace against the background of animals, antique pieces and look-alikes of natural jungle were extempore and amazing. Same was noticed not once. But several times.......,before the soup, afterwards, before the '7Up' and in course of 'gup-shup'.
The topics and themes were so tantalizing that hunger or lust for food was almost set aside till a gentle reminder came from well dressed waiters and a haggard banquet manager. While waiting for compliance of order, it was observed that a 50 plus crowd was immersed deeply in the semi-dark, light musical backdrop. Like any other place, tiny tots in sufficient numbers were jumping all over. They would occasionally show their tantrums. While their parents relished their own talks and whispers, the kids appeared flavergasted at the sight of electric powered squirrel, birds, python,monkey and elephant.
Lighting was perfect, so were the cutlery and upholstery. Arrangement of chairs and tables was upto mark but food left much to be desired. It was in random but stylish order. There was nothing special about the typical delicasies, the management had promised to serve...........compared to the exorbitant prices shown in block capital letters in a menu card, weighing at least 20 grams.
When the crowd began thinning close to mid-night, we religiously rearrange chairs and tables to facilitate privacy, better relaxation and another bout of fruitful photo session. Soon the incredible view became a setting or nursery for instant creativity. While focusing, adjusting and clicking, we were not paranoid as such, but the very idea of creating something with a fair dose of joy had simply struck in our heads. We were speechless and spell bound with every shot. Two and a half hours spent drinking, sipping, eating and photographing is going to be deep in our thoughts. Afterall, the clock too had come to a stand still.
Towards the end, like a shrewd businessman, the manager promised to improve and add-on till we make another appearance. He displayed an infectious smile while offering us some appetiser. We did not fail in capturing him and his faithful waiters on camera. The grand finale turned out to be a memorable shot of an African tribesman.
Overall it was cozy, not noisy. It was fun and frolic. Not fantasy. In a world, full of ecstasy. The 'couple' added to the charm of the evening by their unusual appearance, conduct, manners and presence of mind.
Walking carefully down the stairs from the fifth floor, I whisper-"Good luck Machan. May you celebrate your second birthday soon. AND I take a plunge together with footfalls of compatriots of the 'couple' from Delhi.
Sunday's Sentiments
Today is Sunday, the Children's Day. Yesterday it rained beautifully. For more than an hour. Day temperature came down by a few degrees. All of us liked. As reported on TV and morning newspapers, even the 'exalted' children- Rahul and Priyanka got wet. They seemed to have enjoyed every bit of the experience.
Rain is always a refreshing feeling. Nevertheless, too much of anything is not only bad, it may be also counter-productive. Did not we see it on the eve of CWG?
While going to Law Centre-1 in the afternoon, I felt the chill. Mummy made no mistake in pulling out an attractive pullover. Initially I thought, on a cool day (not a cold day), I was going to be an odd man out. But, I discovered soon to my pleasant surprise that I was a part and parcel of the bubbling mainstream.
Even though, no classes were held on a a casual day, such as, Saturday, the whole experience was exhilerating. Not only I did some 'Om Chanting', I tried also speaking to birds of the green campus. For the sake of friends, I got a glimpse of some from a distance. Of all the places, they got a refuse in our dirty toilet. However, the sight of ever helpful and reliable Netram made me happy.
Having waited for 1 hour and 30 minutes for the class, it was really nice to meet him. We exchanged useful notes about our first semester examination starting on First December 2010. Time was really short. And I was badly prepared. Therefore, on his advice and Mummy's instructions, I purchased a 'Duky' (D.U.Key), for the Criminal Law paper for Rs.75/-. My feeble bargaining skills ensured me a measurly 'saving' of only Rs. 5/-.
A vegetable pattie and a cup of tea with Netram during the dusk at SPIC-MCKEY became enjoyable. So was the Rick ride for 20 bucks.
When I felt the hustle & bustle and heat of the evening at VV Metro Station, I uttered the following while entering the swanky coach:
"Rain rain, come again
I may be in bus, or train
OR flying over a hilly terrain
I need healing and liberation
From the bouts of...........
Agony, stress and pain. "
AM I NOT ALIVE AND KICKING ?
Today is Sunday, the Children's Day. Yesterday it rained beautifully. For more than an hour. Day temperature came down by a few degrees. All of us liked. As reported on TV and morning newspapers, even the 'exalted' children- Rahul and Priyanka got wet. They seemed to have enjoyed every bit of the experience.
Rain is always a refreshing feeling. Nevertheless, too much of anything is not only bad, it may be also counter-productive. Did not we see it on the eve of CWG?
While going to Law Centre-1 in the afternoon, I felt the chill. Mummy made no mistake in pulling out an attractive pullover. Initially I thought, on a cool day (not a cold day), I was going to be an odd man out. But, I discovered soon to my pleasant surprise that I was a part and parcel of the bubbling mainstream.
Even though, no classes were held on a a casual day, such as, Saturday, the whole experience was exhilerating. Not only I did some 'Om Chanting', I tried also speaking to birds of the green campus. For the sake of friends, I got a glimpse of some from a distance. Of all the places, they got a refuse in our dirty toilet. However, the sight of ever helpful and reliable Netram made me happy.
Having waited for 1 hour and 30 minutes for the class, it was really nice to meet him. We exchanged useful notes about our first semester examination starting on First December 2010. Time was really short. And I was badly prepared. Therefore, on his advice and Mummy's instructions, I purchased a 'Duky' (D.U.Key), for the Criminal Law paper for Rs.75/-. My feeble bargaining skills ensured me a measurly 'saving' of only Rs. 5/-.
A vegetable pattie and a cup of tea with Netram during the dusk at SPIC-MCKEY became enjoyable. So was the Rick ride for 20 bucks.
When I felt the hustle & bustle and heat of the evening at VV Metro Station, I uttered the following while entering the swanky coach:
"Rain rain, come again
I may be in bus, or train
OR flying over a hilly terrain
I need healing and liberation
From the bouts of...........
Agony, stress and pain. "
AM I NOT ALIVE AND KICKING ?
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