capricious confab

2007-11-12T16:46:00.000-05:00

Geeky woman, ~~late twenties~~, ~~early thirties~~, almost 30, married, with dog, currently exploring new vistas, seeks the following songs:

Jockey Full Of Bourbon - Moxy Fruvous
Opaline - Dishwalla
Turn On The Sun Again - The Real Tuesday Weld
Postscript - Automata
Stay In The Shade - Jose Gonzalez
Film - The Bad Plus
Worrisome Heart - Melody Gardot
Secret Energy - The Buddhist Monks of Sakya Tashi Ling
Make It Alright - Jay Farrar
Angelhead - Gabriel Rios
Dee Moo Wee - Orchestra Baobab
Heart's A Mess - Gotye
Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez
Sadhana - Steve Stevens
Hollow - Hem
So Long - Sophie Zelmani
All The People - Jets Overhead
Anywhere - Beth Orton
Bombs - Faithless
Classical Gas - Mason Williams
Home - Zero 7
When the Night Feels My Song - Bedouin Soundclash
Seed - AfroCelt Sound System
In The Light - Led Zepplin
Out Of Time Man - Manu Negra
Homesick - Kings Of Convenience
The Sea - Morcheeba
The Ground Beneath Her Feet - U2
Ni Liom Fein - Kila & Oki
Dancin' - Chris Isaak
De Ushuaia a La Quiaca - Gustav Santaolalla
Starlight - The Wailin' Jennys
Sleeping Together - Porcupine Tree
To Let Myself Go - Ane Brun
The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana
Katmandu - Bela Fleck
Glory Box - Portishead
Glittering Cloud - Imogen Heap
Smoke & Mirrors - RJD2
Blue Caravan - Vienna Teng
Cello Song - Nick Drake
Ternuras - Gypsy Kings
Still...You Turn me On - Emerson Lake & Palmer
Run - Supergrass
Long Way Home - Tom Waits
You're The One - Tracy Chapman
Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley
Jump, Jive And Wail - Louis Prima
Unsquare Dancing - Paddy Milner
The Only Way - Gotye
Faoudel (Eray) - Khaled Taha
Cerulean - Jon Hopkin
Crucial Depressions - Rithma
Tropical Trip - Kick-Bong
Willing To Wait - Sebadoh
Rehab - Amy Winehouse
Back To Black - Amy Winehouse
When The Levee Breaks - Led Zepplin

current song Rehab by Amy Winehouse - Watch it!

2006-08-26T02:49:00.000-04:00

naive romantic idealism

2006-03-03T16:29:00.000-05:00

you know you're in love (or extremely stupid) when:

you find it amusing and sometimes even cute when he farts in a mall (cute??!! yes that has known to happen)

you appreciate his honesty when he tells you your hair looks awful and that your "bulges" aren't very flattering

you wake up in the middle of the night after being kicked by him in the ribs and then snuggle and go back to sleep

you honestly and sincerely think he looks just as good as the day you met, even when he can keep the refridgerator door open with his stomach

you never, ever can give him surprise gifts because he just happens to be related to curious george

you end up fulfilling his promise of cooking while you clean

you don't mind him hating all your exes while you make friends with all his exes

current song Feelin' Way Too Damn Good by Nickelback

2006-02-27T08:47:00.000-05:00

yes yes, someone promised to post to post over the weekend...but then that someone also owns a 97 honda. when this someone bought that car she was promised atleast 3 years of utter reliability and fun.....somehow she managed to misinterpret it ...apparently car owners and cars speak a different language when sale of car is involved....anyways car frustrations aside....someone did do some thinking over the weekend.

has it happened to you where you're caught up thinking about something and then the whole universe seems to be trying to help you, well in its own subtle albeit undeniable ways? take for example me. whenever i listen to great music - a wonderfully gifted musician weaving magic with fingers or an artist pouring out his or her soul, breathing passionate life into the words of a mere song or a when i read a deliciously delightful poem or when i hear a scientist speak about his or her research - it makes me jealous. yes, you heard me right, jealous. not of their talent for which i am grateful, but for the passion with which they do what they do. for so many people seemed to have found that one thing, that one special magical pill made just for them, that makes them oblivious to the rest of the world, that makes their spirits soar, that they would always have even if everything was lost. reminds me of one of my very first conversations with R (aah sweet memories)...and he said to me, " not everyone is fortunate enough to find what it is they were meant to do, forget what it is they would like to think they were meant to do. thats just the way it is ". and i took that to heart. i wanted to prove i was one of them. i'm smart, creative, adventurous, surely i can find my passion, i thought. i was training for my marathon at the time and i was pumped on what they called the "runner's high". i thought i had found it, there on the trail, me running at 11 ~~mph~~ minutes a mile, one with nature, it was exhilarating. and then the marathon had been run, i had a medal a certificate to prove that and a few months later i was still on a break, and nobody talked about it anymore and soon it was like it never happened. now i have to make quite an effort to get myself to get out and run even 2 miles. so, was i, am i, passionate about running? what is it that i'm passionate about? i used to paint (quite well actually) in high school, then i didn't have time for it. then i played handball for a bit and then slowly life took over and somehow now i have nothing. passion. passion. what is my passion? do i even love passionately? how am i supposed to know? but when you're passionate about something, wouldnt you know? in your bones? would you make excuses to avoid doing something if you were passionate about it?

with a hundred zillion such questions crowding my mind, i sat down to watch the amazing movie Iqbal last night...and there again was a kid with nothing but a passion and a burning desire. and his mentor who just had to say "i believe we all come into this life to do something extraordinary. only most of us spend our entire lifetimes trying to figure out what that is" or something to that effect. which got me wondering if i indeed, was one of the countless destined to spend the rest of my life lost and trying just hard enough to make life a little better. sigh.

current song When You Come Back Down by Nickel Creek

2005-12-16T14:46:00.000-05:00

From halfbakery.com...this site is so funny!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
//Fortune condoms! A surprise every time...//

Oh, the joy this could bring!
-You will soon find yourself disappointed.
-You will be showered with joy. Kinky bastard.
-Think again, man. She has the clap.
-Confuscious say: man with defective condom is man with little problem. Problem be here in 9 months.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

more here...

current song Walking on The Moon by Christian McBride

home...

2005-12-09T14:31:00.000-05:00

5:09 pm

another long day of work. i have to leave before 5:15 or be prepared to be trapped in the horribly slow traffic. I’m about to shutdown the computer when i see an email come in. "would it be too much work to breakdown this report by bla bla and email it to bla bla tonight, before you leave?" sure, why not. you're my boss's boss.

5:20 pm

i don't like traffic. strike that. i hate traffic. 45 minutes to cover 10 miles, 8 of which are on the expressway. go figure. as i try to catch up on life outside mine on NPR, i think how much i miss riding the metro to work and back. how i much i miss catching up on my reading, trying to crack progressively difficult sudoku puzzles, observing the latest fashions on hip young women, hearing snatches of conversation some funny some mundane some plain sad.

my knee hurts from hitting the brake every two seconds. then there’s the occasional lane changer who is convinced the lane i'm in is moving 2 mph faster than his. no i dont think i'm being unreasonable. i'd definitely much rather be on the metro, thank you.

6:03 pm

it’s dark already. umm, i love the christmas lights on their patio.ooh and the gingerbread men on their lawn. christmas reminds me of diwali. i haven't been home for diwali in 6 years. new job and i haven't accrued enough vacation to go home this year. 3 years it will be.sigh. i pull into the driveway, check the mailbox and come in. the house is dark, like everyday. "hey sweety!", i hear you say. i turn on the lights and walk into your office. there you are. in your dark little corner of the house, hunched over the computer, the LCD glare absorbing your face. i could watch you like this. for a very long time. look at you, working so hard, oblivious to everything else. i know. i know you will say "im so hungry, i could eat a horse. i totally forgot to eat today!" and i will toussle your hair, "my poor baby" and kiss you.

"you're staring again. aren't you going to come over and kiss me? im so hungry i could eat a horse. i totally forgot to eat today!" yes baby. i could do this everyday. come home. to you.

2005-12-08T14:04:00.000-05:00

http://webosphere.wordpress.com/

Neat!

de-stress

2005-12-06T14:23:00.000-05:00

while im working on an actual post, here's a filler..and a funny one to boot!

to all u gal pals:

BRIDGET JONES STRESS DIET

A specially formulated diet designed to help cope with the stress that
builds up during the day:

BREAKFAST
• 1 grapefruit
• 1 slice whole-wheat toast
• 1 cup skimmed milk

LUNCH
• Small portion lean, steamed chicken with a cup of spinach
• Cup of herbal tea
• 1 miniature Mars bar

AFTERNOON TEA
• The rest of the mini Mars bars in the bag
• Tub of Hagen Daas ice cream with chocolate-chip topping

DINNER
• 4 bottles of wine (red or white)
• 2 loaves of garlic bread
• 1 family size supreme pizza
• 3 Snickers bars

LATE NIGHT SNACK
• Whole frozen Sara Lee cheesecake (eaten directly from the freezer)

COMMON DIETARY RULES

If no one sees you eat something, it has no calories.
When drinking a Diet Coke with a chocolate bar, the fat in the chocolate bar is cancelled out by the Diet Coke.
When you eat with someone else, calories don’t count if you eat less than they do.
Food used for medical purposes do NOT count (for example: hot chocolate, toast, cheesecake etc).
If you fatten up the people around you, you will look thinner.
Cinema related foods have a zero calorie count as they are part of the entertainment package and not counted as food intake (this includes popcorn, Minties, Maltesers, Jaffas and frozen Cokes).
A biscuit broken into pieces has no calories because of calorie leakage caused by the breaking.
Food licked from knives and spoons whilst in the process of cooking has no fat.
Foods of the same colour have the same amount of fat. For example: spinach and peppermint ice cream; apples and red jelly snakes.
Chocolate is like a food-colour wildcard and maybe substituted for any other colour.
Anything eaten while standing has no calories due to gravity and the density of the calorie mass.
Food consumed from someone else’s plate has no fat as it rightfully belongs to the other person – fat will cling to his/her plate.

And remember “STRESSED” spelt backwards is “DESSERTS”!

current song Bolo Hari (Niraj Chag Remix) from Yoga Mela by Prem Joshua

2005-11-28T09:31:00.000-05:00

food for thought (or maybe not)

why shouldn't (men's) wallets be called 'ASS-essories'?

wouldn't that be hot

it did kind of give him the funnies

(or so i thought)

untill he came up with one of his very own bloopies

(blooper bloopette bloopernaut)

why isn't there a 'blathering', now tell me please

(yes yes i kid you not)

blabbering while lathering, lathering while blabbering (oh geez!)

(is what he does in the shower a lot)

oh well, now you know we've got the crazies

i'll leave you with a fun factot!

According to The Free Dictionary By Farlex
jug·ger·naut

1. Something, such as a belief or institution, that elicits blind and destructive devotion or to which people are ruthlessly sacrificed.

2. An overwhelming, advancing force that crushes or seems to crush everything in its path: "It doesn't assume that people need necessarily remain passive when confronted by what appears to be the juggernaut of history" Christopher Lehmann-Haupt.

3. Juggernaut Used as a title for the Hindu deity Krishna.

[Hindi jagannaath, title of Krishna, from Sanskrit jagannaathah, lord of the world : jagat, moving, the world + naathah, lord (from nathate, he helps, protects). Senses 1 and 2, from the fact that worshipers have thrown themselves under the wheels of a huge car or wagon on which the idol of Krishna was drawn in an annual procession at Puri in east-central India.]

Oh My!

current song 525600 minutes by Cast of Rent - The Broadway Musical

odds and ends

2005-09-27T09:36:00.000-04:00

what better day to start the day than with garfield? (ok i admit, there are plenty more "better" ways to start the day, but what the heck, i have a yen for cliches this morning)

on another note, oatmeal could definitely do with some livening up :-

says the quaker website:
"A prehistoric adventure begins as soon as kids empty the packet of brown sugar-flavored oatmeal into their bowl, add boiling water and begin to stir! Within seconds, dinosaur eggs hatch
into brightly colored baby stegosaurus and triceratops."

More here: Gizmodo and here: X-Entertainment

garfield + baby dinaosaurs? maketh me morning happy!

current song Take Me Home by Zero 7

2005-09-26T16:16:00.000-04:00

a little bit of this and a little bit of that and a whole lot of miles (and very few blog posts) later, here i am in a totally new job, completely new city in a never lived before (didn't want to keep saying new) state. a la smallville, katrinaland, i tend to refer to my new hometown Tampa, Florida in many, many ways: lizardville, sweat-a-lotsville, happy(?)- tan-land, what-do-you-mean-snow-ville (yay!), what-do-you-mean-public-transport-land, save-a-lot-puram and so on and so forth. as anyone who moves after four years in a place like washington dc/northern virginia, i was prone to bouts of separation anxiety the first few days (you know what i mean, bouts of "well in virginia, drivers arent so crazy" or "well, in virginia, 4 way junctions actually have stop signs"). who would think i had spent 22 years of my life outside of the US? this is precisely what drove dear R up the walls (of the car i mean. u see seemed to me like we were constantly driving to one place or the other.) which brings me back to why i moved. i just did what any girl would do when charmed out of her socks by an exceptional boy (that was the last of any plugs for u R :-P)

so, while i try not to look at event listings in washington dc (aerosmith concerts, exclusive invitations to masquerade balls and the ooportunity for close encoounters with Amjad Ali Khan & Sons) i'm excited about the prospect of discovering an entire gamut of possibilities in a whole new town with an extremely special person. am sure as hell going to be back to blogging normally, so join the ride!

current song Temurá by Javier Paxarino

2005-08-25T12:13:00.000-04:00

okie since im not posting a whole lot (hmm...more like naught) these days, i'm going to atleast lead you to an interesting blog post - http://thecompulsiveconfessor.blogspot.com/2005/08/rebuttal_25.html

hopefully i'll have some time soon to actually post what i think abt it :-D

and he's back!!!

2005-07-26T17:17:00.000-04:00

http://www.korlipara.net/tales/

2005-07-21T14:53:00.000-04:00

http://blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/
http://indianwriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-not-bloody-okay.html
http://hemanginigupta.blogspot.com/2005/06/train-to-chennai.html

i wish there were blogs when i was younger, a school girl traveling by perenially crowded buses to school everyday. oh the nerve of the guys who'd try to rub themselves against my back! the naivette of the first few years where i didn't have a clue that i was being molested and harassed. the bewilderment when i started recognizing the rubbing, the touching, the groping was all intentional. and then the anger. the white hot anger. that made me have to hold men by their collars and hit them. that unrelenting, sickening feeling of resentment rising up my throat like bile...resentment towards the perceived vulnerability of women. that they could be taken for granted so easily. that men could get away with this so often, so easily. and that it alwasy ended up being your fault - for dressing like this, for walking like that, for laughing so loudly and freely.

kudos to these women. may their tribe grow.

another cartoon???

2005-06-29T09:53:00.000-04:00

well, what the hell, not a bad way to end the month i suppose

2005-06-20T09:45:00.000-04:00

ahha!

2005-06-14T12:26:00.000-04:00

conspiracy theory anyone?

2005-05-17T18:31:00.000-04:00

***UPDATE*** May 27, 2005
whacko supposed to move by the end of this week. llr finds out last night he intends to move out in the next two weeks. gah! "what if he doesn't move?", she asks me worriedly. worriedly? what's she got to worry about? what about me, who wakes up in the middle of the night, startled because i thought i heard a man's voice talking to me? (it was his voice coming through the paper thin walls. for God's sake, at 4 am in the morning?!?!)

anyways, more updates - he stole lilmay's swimming pass (well not actually stole stole, but picked it up off of a table 'coz it was just lying there' without asking if it belonged to anyone! lilmay furious, is gonna kick his ass, yay!! ok lilmay its official, so now you ain't gonna let me down are ya?

and finally my roommate and more importantly my landlady has decided to move in with her boyfriend into his brand spanking new condo "right across from vienna metro station" (yes, they just have to mention that every friggin time they talk about it. it is the biggest metro station in the entire county and hence the implication "i've got money!" gah, i'm actually happy for them so let me crib!). for some convoluted, irrational reason (huh?) totally lost on me, she decided to rent out the master bedroom she lives in to a 45 year old indian man. ok disclaimer highly necessary here. i have nothing against men, indian or not, older or not. but consider two young women, used to romping around the house in their towels and giving themselves pedicures while eating ice-cream in between giggling fits watching sex and the city. imagine their plight when they realize they can't even walk around the house bra-less any more. imagine their agony when they realize they can't talk about how sexy tom welling is anymore or how hot brad pitt's luscious behind is. f*** they can't even even say f*** a zillion times anymore! but as far as roomerly love and all, they're willing to give it a shot and atleast meet the guy before jumping to any more mind numbingly frustrating conclusions. man walks in, leaves a trail of pungent BO fumes wafting in the air as he follows landladyroomie into her room. other roomie, lilmay107, almost dies of suffocation. me? i'm rolling on the floor, in splits, over lil's discomfort despite my accute disappointment (must mention we were secretly hoping he was a hotshot-handsome-aging-wonderfully-well-fit-bod-techie-45yrold-indian-man). man leaves, leaving another fresh trail of noxious fumes. landladyroomie asks us, "what do you think?". like two cows we nod our heads vigorously. "we don't like him!", we echo. llr is all disappointed. why? coz she already signed the blooming, bloody, friggin, darned lease contract with him! she thinks she's disappointed? we're furious!! well, outlining what happened after that would entail writing a mini-play with enough drama to last a year so i shall skip that. suffice to say he now occupies the master bedroom in our condo. but, aha, all the interesting parts got skipped in the so-long-you'll-hate-me-mini-play so allow me to present a few highlights.

- refuses to show ID (llr nuts to have signed contract without verifying ID)

- shows up without security deposit.

- stupid llr already handed him keys, so comfortably deposited all his worldly
belongings in condo

- things go haywire, cops visit us twice (no, they were not hot and tall with iron man bodies. infect they were short and mildly cute, stupid and full of attitude)

- man calls us pigs, part of evil network, conspiring to make his life
difficult for him

- blah, blah, blah, more blah, blah, blah

- contract signed, nothing left to day but to let him stay

- llr working on eviction

- in the meanwhile i try talking to him to size him up and see what all that "evil network" talk was all about

- all i get is - "this has been happening to me for the last two years. it’s like a workshop. every where i go there are people with scripts waiting for me ready with their dialogues. even when i go to restaurants, it’s like they all know what i'm going to eat. i know why you're all doing this. it’s a criminal network and you're part of it. i'm always doing my own thing. i don't know why it has to be like this"

i'm living with a certified whacko. if i'm not here blogging the next couple of days (with more updates) consider me hacked to pieces. (OMG!)

2005-05-03T19:44:00.000-04:00

say not that friendship's but a name
sincere we none can find;
an empty bubble in the air,
a phantom of the mind.

what is life without a friend?
a dreary race to run;
a desert where no water is,
a world without a sun.

2005-04-04T00:47:00.000-04:00

our vulnerability makes us uncomfortable, afraid even. we shield ourselves, shut out everything and even delude ourselves. go into complete denial. such pains we take to prevent being hurt. but do we ever realize it is just as to inflict pain as it is to feel it? the most intimate of relationships bind us to wielding this power with immense responsibility. for, to hurt someone who trusts implicitly, who bares their soul in utter confidence is downright sinful. the biggest mistake, the most iredeemable act of selfishness with no retribution. and you will feel that pain when your soul starts dying. a slow but sure death, from the desolation of decay. when you are drowning in the sea of shame, your trespasses weighing you down to the depths of the torturous abyss that guilt is.

current song Sinnerman by Nina Simone

2005-03-27T17:03:00.000-05:00

its like the song goes...alanis morissette, amazing vocals, great sound "Would Not Come".the motivation, the inspiration, the affirmation. to write. many a time i have wanted to, but just couldn't - give shape to the feelings, thoughts running through my mind, a mile-a-minute. like some magical being (tinkerbell perhaps?) hovers over me, invisible, waiting...waiting to cast its net the moment a stray inspiration comes along...waiting, lest that mischevious thought escape its clutches, like quicksilver....oh dear fairy, let me write.

in times like these i wish i were a musician. so i could hum to you every flash of inspiration. i could whistle to show you how happy i was, my heart a butterfly. i'd tap my feet, i'd play the bass drums on my dining table.

i wish i were an ice princess. so i could throw my hands in the air and skate and sway in the wind like the free bird, the wind its ally. soaring higher and higher, into the bewitching worlds of fantasy and ecstasy. like when im in ur arms.

i wish i could sing a few bars of the opera. so i could summon the obscurest of emotions from their dark pearly depths. like u draw me out. from within me.

current song Farewell by Apocalyptica

2005-03-27T16:37:00.000-05:00

wannabe

spontaneous unexpected bold curious intuitive fearless unusual audacious brash undaunted irreverent unwavering daring dynamic maverick unbridled soulful provocative strong wild romantic genuine unorthodox brave renegade radical visionary dreamer

current song Joining You by Alanis Morissette

2005-03-16T10:47:00.000-05:00

with acceptance comes great calm.

current song Life Is A Lemon (And I Want My Money Back) by Meat Loaf

2005-02-25T15:12:00.000-05:00

2005-02-18T18:22:00.000-05:00

right now, i could so do with a drink. its finally friday evening, the sun making his slow descent into the darkness that spills over and mingles with the cold, the evening afire with the glow of the many hundreds of neon lights that make the nightlife of downtown DC every bit as exciting as it is claimed to be.

i could do with a glass of red wine. a good, red wine that hugs every inch of my throat as it slithers down to the pit of my stomach leaving a hot trail of teased and appeased taste buds. lighting a fire in my veins. the heat, it makes me feel light-headed. the heat, it courses through my veins until there is not a single nerve in my body that is not tingling.

hmmm...what shall it be today? aaah, i know. i could do with a shiraz. a spicy, red, shiraz. its spicy notes, spiking my brain signals, vaguely suggestive. of moonlight and rumba. of beautiful people and shimmering bodies. of the sensuously slow shedding of all inhibitions. of every vein throbbing to the seductive beat of the sultry music. of submission. of exultation.

i could….i could….i would love to.
sigh, only i’m here typing this out…wishing…wishing…wishing…
that my boss would just let me go home already!

current song Bhigee Bhigee Raaton Mein (D.J. Doll Mix) by D.J.Doll