In dodo's head

Greetings World. Blogpost tells me this is my 100th post.. How does that make me feel? Very expressive.. In fact, it makes me want to write about my favourite thing of Manchester.. <------ Snowwwwww!!! There is something about snow days, that makes me want to jump up and down and roll around. That makes me want to act like a five year old squealing and having snow fights with friends and family. My first encounter with this wonderful feel-good phenomenon was in Pristina at the age of eleven. Life has never been the same ever since, oh yes, for my love for rain has been toppled over by my love for this fluffy white feeling that makes the numb freezing effect worth it. Here's a toast to snow.. May Global warming and all the crap that occurs on this planet never deprive us of snow days... :) Cheers..

Picture taken in Hanoi (Temple of Literature) September 2010 I will tell you what I know now, I do not know much, I do not know enough to flaunt my expertise, In this game they call life.. But these decades, the only two I have seen, Have indeed taught me a thing or two. I wished each time someone had warned me, Showed me a beacon light, And lighted the path I should have travelled, But life does not work that way, does it? There are no cheat-tricks, Nor are there magic mushrooms, There is just hope, and love. Potions to make the game worthwhile. Oh yes, I tell you now, What I have learned so far, This world is not kind to the confused, Nor is it kind to the poor.  People are not the same, And there is no manual to figure out which is which. There is a thin line between good and bad, There is a thin line between wrong and right. At the end of the day, friends and relatives are the ones here to stay. Never let them down (You already knew that one, didn't...

S ometimes reality strikes us in the face, and yet we close our eyes and turn the other cheek.  Long after the pain subsides, we still walk on the same path, of dillusions and false hopes . What is it about dreaming that numbs the crashes, What is it about songs that bring out the false cheer. We will always be wondering, won't we.. This particular box of Pandora's secrets that no one wants to open. Not even when truth forces us to, when logic begs us to.  What a hopelessly hopeless soul I am.. (11.56 am, 26th November 2010, my room)

We are shaped by the choices we make.. But doesn't it scare you sometimes, for there is a very thin line between the right and the wrong ones..  Here I am, studying Environmental Management, in my third year, a choice shaped mostly by last minute confusion. Don't get me wrong, Environmental Education was one of my favourite subjects in school (after History, that is) and I had hoped even then that I would somehow get a chance to study further in the field..   But even my sudden interest in Environmental studies was a chance happening, that sprung out of pure distaste for pure science (The school offered us a choice between science and environmental science in class 8). I remember sitting in a empty classroom one day and writing a very determined letter to my parents explaining why I had to do environmental studies. They had framed a road map for me way back and it involved studying Science and then studying Commerce for my Class 12(both of which never happened).. The ...

Found this on Paulo Coelho's blog... Thought was worth sharing.. Of course, you can’t unfry an egg, but there is no law against thinking about it. If I had my life to live over, I would try to make more mistakes. I would relax. I know of very few things that I would take seriously. I would go more places. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less bran. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary troubles. You see, I have been one of those fellows who live prudently and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments. But if I had it to do over again, I would have more of them – a lot more. I never go anywhere without a thermometer, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had it to do over, I would travel lighter. If I had my life to live over, I would pay less attention to people telling us we must learn Latin or History; otherwise we will be disgraced and ruined and flunked and failed. I wou...

(When this began) I had nothing to say And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me (I was confused) And I let it all out to find That I am not the only person with these things in mind.....   Thus began that famous song of Linkin Park 'Somewhere I belong'.. There are songs which seem to speak straight to our hearts, which alternatively comforts or disturbs us in the way it seems to be singing the story of our lives... Songs such as the one I mentioned earlier.. or songs like Lenka's 'The show'..  I think I am not alone in this feeling, for often I find my friends and I listening to songs and laughing over how much it matched our present frame of mind..  And it is not a new phenomenon in my life either.. Since time immemorial, I have found that I express myself through songs.. I connect deeply to certain songs so much so that listening to them becomes almost equivalent to thinking and analysing to me.. I associate songs with people as well. So for most...

What doesn't break us only makes us stronger.. they say.. And I know this to be true.. For countless times have there been hurdles and difficulties, And I have overcome each one, Some have been hard, I will not deny, And for some I needed some support, But each wave that I conquered and survived through, Strengthened me for the next one, There were many that left me gasping for breath, Forcing me to pause a while and recuperate, And each one that passed me, Left a scar or a bruise, Yet it all healed in time Now I am left standing on the horizon, Behind me I see a long string of hurdles, Some stand still, unbrushed, Some have fallen down and broken, I feel some liberation inside, And some solemn regrets too, For I let many of these get the best of me, My dad once told me, Don't let your emotions be the masters of your fate, And I know this too to be true.. Taken in Hue, Vietnam August 2010

34 minutes to go and it will be a new chapter in Dodo's life.. There is a concoction of emotions. Dread, another year flew right past and I do not know what the future holds for me.. Relief, I have managed to abide by my principles and have not done anything I regret.. Sad, It has been a good year, with many memorable moments and experiences, and it is time to let go. And yet happy, I have managed to not disappoint anyone as such and I have a whole new year to fill in.. As I look back at the pictures of the year gone by, nostalgia floods me. All of a sudden, I want to be in many places at one time.. I want to be back in my childhood days when my parents would throw me a birthday party and everyone would come over bearing gifts.. Which I would open with glee even before the party was over. Always, there would be Ma and Pa ensuring that everything was to my set standards. The cake would be ordered days in advance from bakeries in Delhi or Calcutta. Most of these cakes over the year...

So.. You know how sometimes a word gets stuck in our heads...and we start uttering them in every possible sentence that comes from our mouth... Most commonly, words like 'Shit' or 'Like'.. Well, my word of the day was 'muse'.. Might have something to do with the sky that held me mesmerised for hours today.. with its ever changing dynamics and well timed entry and exit of fluffy clouds and lights.. Yes, I can't help but think the whole sight was smartly choreographed by Heavenly forces.. Anyway back to the muse word.. I came here thinking, I have GOT TO use this word somewhere .. and that too for the sky.. and then I thought over and over- was I certain of the meaning of the word to pull it off in my blogposts.. Hmm.. so I asked the angel sent down by the Heavenly father for day to day questions (and even semester exam related ones..) - *The angel's name being Google* So according to the posts listed by google, Muse means- wonder or art or even a poet ...

So today morning I found myself waking up to a wall on which was an oval made with fairy lights. An oval because the previous night, my friends and I were unable to think of a shape to twist and position the lights into. We thought of smileys (impossible to execute), hearts (much too cheesy), and what not. Finally I ended up sleeping under an oval shaped cloud like object. My mind however decided not to resign like my hands and friends. I kept thinking of things which got me going, things which I believed in. One word came to mind.. Hope. I live in hope, always have and always will. Sometimes it becomes a vice, giving me false notions and almost dashing my heart when things turned out the other way, and yet it is one thing I hold on tightly.. So all you souls out there, this Diwali, let's all keep up the Hope.. It spells out to me from my cream wall, how can I not.. And what better day than the festival of lights to make a start on it.. and anyway, what shines better than Hope.. K...