Antheia

Home is where the heart is

2012-02-17T19:53:00.000+05:30

I know I have been unfair... no posts whatsoever in so many days. But now its time I roll out the heavy artillery (I mean by writing something...not attacking anyone :P )

Yesterday, I was standing outside in my balcony.... randomly watching the airplanes that cut through the evening sky and lazy clouds. Actually I really love balconies, for the soul reason that I enjoy spectating the world beneath my feet and above my eyes... but that is another thing. I was actually thinking about all the houses I have lived in all these years. My childhood has several volumes and each volume has a different home. 8->

You might recall that my father is in the Indian Air Force and hence we change our settlement in approximately every three years and at every new location, we shift in at least two homes..so if I look back, I have lived in 12 houses by now. So buckle up, because this post is going to be long.

I cant recall how Kumbhigram (Assam) was like.... I was a newly born when dad got posted there. Mom tells me how they had to live with dairy creamer because there was no milk and how the house help would bring in orchids from the woods for our home. From the windows you could see lush tea gardens and Mom and I would sleep all day till dad came home.

After bidding farewell to the east we landed in Bareilly. I have vague memories of the place. They had Russian residents there and I am told I mixed with them very well as a toddler... all I remember is that they kept feeding me with chocolates and gave me piggy back rides. :) This was the place where I was blessed with a little sister and tiny tot Mumu (me) went bonkers...bit the infants tiny finger! I think I felt a little shocked at how the nurses took away my mommy and the newly born alien was taking everyone's attention. Anyways...that's history. I remember we had a really pretty yard which was like paradise to me. I loved playing with water and mud, insects were my buddies. I liked eating fresh peas that grew in the backyard and I knew all the flower names by heart! My last memory of Bareilly is when we were moving out to Nal (Bikaner, Rajasthan) and some dudes were taking away my tri cycle. I, a two year old was pretty hysterical about it and the fact that I never actually rode that thing makes it more weird! 8-}

In Nal, we started living in this tiny temporary accommodation which was tinier that the word itself! We slept on boxes, it was a makeshift home for the time being. I recall dad putting a small swing for us just outside, using a wooden plank and a rope. As soon as I was three I joined school and that was the time when dad got us a colorful set of desk and chair for us to do our homework (homework for me....funny doodles for my sister!) the chairs were sunny yellow and the desk was apple red. I remember sticking alphabet stickers on it...which read "MUMU".... far more easier to spell than Kanupriya. We soon got our permanent accommodation which was a duplex and was often visited by the creatures of the desert! On walking a little away from the house was a sand pit which was my favorite place to be. I used to have a sand castle set, complete with a bucket, a shovel and a strainer. B-) We moved out of Nal after my 7Th Birthday to another place called Gwalior (Madhya Pradesh).

Gwalior was different, I went to a huge school as compared to my old one. It took me little while before I settled there but once I did, I made plenty of great friends. I wont stray here... I ll only talk about our house. For some reason I cant recall why we never shifted from our first non status accommodation. But the house was beautiful.... Right in the middle of wilderness. There was a huge Banyan tree in the backyard which seemed like it would take over the house. During the rains Peacocks gave live performances in the front yard! The place was abode to all kind of bug buddies...slugs... millipedes...ladybugs...spiders and fire flies. In that yard I had a tree friend ...it was a Gulmohar tree (Royal Poinciana). The poor thing never bloomed and he was the only imaginary friend I had. I think I always tried to assure him that the coming summer he would bloom with plush red flowers. One day, when I came back from school... I saw the tree all cut up, the branches were gone with the trunk remaining. :-S My parents did not understand why did I burst into tears for a tree.... then I explained them how he was my friend and how unfair it was to cut him up like this because he never bloomed! Dad consoled me by saying that the tree still had life, it would now have new branches and this would help him bear pretty flowers! As the time came to say goodbye, I had grown from a tiny tot to a swanky pre teen....

We packed our bags and moved to Sirsa (Haryana). It was considerably dryer and a smaller place. I remember having a huge window in our room....on my side of the bed. I loved watching what's going outside all day long. Best time was when it rained and I would watch the lightning danced through the clouds! I had some of my best times in Sirsa. >:D< By the time I came in class 9Th, Agra came calling.

Our first house in Agra was built during the British era, the structure was pretty old and our roof housed squirrels and civets! It had a champa tree in the front yard and a lemon tree in the back.... Monkey menace was a everyday feature...they could even open refrigerators and steal. If you went out in the evenings for a walk, you would see cute owlets looking at you..... In our other house, we had this beautifully manicured yard, three time garden contest champion. My favorite part of the garden was the front gate, which was laced with a beautiful creeper which bore orange blooms. A purple sun bird would dwell inside it, making sweet sounds. We had a whole cat family which mom loved feeding. At first it was one female cat, then she brought in her beau, then her kittens....twice! We would take the kittens inside and play with them around the house! When it was time to come to the Capital, me and my sisters left a note for the future tenants, asking them to take care of our creeper and the Cat family.

This is the last stop.... Dwarka. We live in a four floor high building, among other numerous concrete cages but with my favorite feature...Balconies! Plus this house is a treat during the rains.... cool breeze flows in and out if you open all balconies. We will say goodbye to this house too...once dad gets an accommodation from the Indian Air Force.

Aaah..the good old memories.
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knock knock "who's there?" "LOVE!" "Love who?!"

2012-02-16T00:00:00.000+05:30

Okay so love has finally happened to antheia....guess what, it has happened in a real heavy duty way!(so heavy duty, that i wanted to blog about it!)
No, this is not a valentine's special post, that is why I waited for 14th to pass and break the news out here. Okay wait, the story is a little tiresome...you could say....it was love at millionth sight. I have know him for years, ( wont take his name because he is kinda media shy you see haha) but it was after a million glances we saw what we had in common.... sometimes i regret why i did not see it earlier, but then fate has its own games to play and the fun is in the chase! ;) Jokes apart, I really think it was the best the way it could have happened...in the most subtle and the girl and boy next door kind of way.
Years from now, he was the dude...I was the geek...our paths never met and bam, I grew up into the saucy thing that I am!(kept it hidden for years you see!) I too, after knowing him, got to see what a sweetie he was. Crux of the story is, guy and girl.....broke the iceberg of ignorance, guy saw how amazing the girl was (can I ever stop adoring myself!!!!) the girl saw her prince charming and soon sparks flew!

You know what, the feeling's amazing...cant wipe that smile from my face. Okay, I have become cheesy and I like it! All this happened when I never expected it to...cupid sure has a sense of humor! The pace at which things have been unraveling has left me in a haze. Haha, the me of past actually would laugh at what romantic I have turned into.... I mean, who declares love on a blog? MANNN....I shouldn't hit the publish button! Shit...but I so know this is going live...no chance of it staying in my drafts.
So, now...my shy guy...Ill give you some clues....sada munda is punjabi, fauji brat by upbringing (could I miss out on that?!)....mariner by trade...as shy as an ostrich in the wild, thankfully has a funny bone and I wont write more because it will get intolerably mushier by the minute. Trust me, sometimes even I cant stand myself.
Here is the twist, he is a mariner as i mentioned and so, he is out on his voyage for the last one and a half months and his arrival into the Indian subcontinent again is like 288 days away...a big number don't you think? haha...email and iridium calls (damn heavy on the pocket) are our only resort to communicate.So ladies, don't you cry when you haven't seen him or he hasn't called you in a while. Because, ma'am...I strike out dates from the calendar like a psycho killer putting his victim to a painful ritualistic death! (dexter, anyone?) Seriously, you are sissy missy if you have petty issues such as stated above! Grow up little darlings.... I know how it feels to anticipate calls at any goddamned hour of the day, writing mails after mails...
Its been three months and so far, I have not had a dull moment, I feel like first bulb that Edison invented! I am glowing like anything and the light is all around me and its all your fault popeye! (no prizes for guessing who Olive is!)
Its about time I stopped obsessing over him. (HOW I ADORE HIM!!!!)
Crap.
BYE!
Keep loving! :*

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2012-01-29T18:24:00.000+05:30

An amazing photographer and friend Isha Arora.... do take a look and guess who the model is :D
"I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today"
do like her page so that you don't miss out on a lot of heavy duty talent!

Lumiere

2011-12-29T22:37:00.000+05:30

Guess the winter has made me real lazy and all I could manage in the last one hour was this small piece of poetry... (I don't think I can call it a couplet)

It was cold outside,

I guess within too...

What seemed like a long night,

broke into dawn...

and I woke up to a melting twilight.

I rubbed my eyes, all I could see.

Dreams that I saw only in sleep,

I smelled of an angel,

I had grown wings upon me.

The picture on the right is a rare masterpiece, from the master himself (My father) I wish he makes a MUCH AWAITED comeback to photography! Applause for the kid as well, because the author of this blog loves herself too much!

Angels and Gypsies

2011-10-29T14:12:00.001+05:30

Long silence and finally I have dragged myself back to you....my really few readers. I swear, when I see the page hits increasing....I feel assured of the fact that I am not being narcissistic by assuming that I have a way with words. By the way... Happy Diwali everyone. I had a fantastic Diwali back at my grandparents' in Jaipur. Got home last night.

Listening to my favorite song once again... IRIS by goo goo dolls. Reminds me of the movie it was in."City of angels" a 1998 American movie starring Meg Ryan and Nicholas cage. It is a remake of 1987 German movie Der Himmel über Berlin or Wings of desire. The original is a spectacular masterpiece,The film is about invisible, immortal angels who populate in Berlin and listen to the thoughts of the human inhabitants and comfort those who are in distress. Even though the city is densely populated, many of the people are isolated and estranged from their loved ones. One of the angels, played by Bruno Ganz, falls in love with a beautiful, lonely trapeze artist. The angel chooses to become human so that he can experience the human sensory pleasures, ranging from enjoying food to touching a loved one, and so that have a chance at human love with the trapeze artist. The film is shot in both a rich, sepia-toned black-and-white and color, with the former being used to represent the world as experienced by the angels. The movie captures the beauty of Berlin impeccably and the play between black and white and colored sequences is well thought. The cinematography is seductive, mesmerizing....the movie seems like a vision that appears in your sleep. Too beautiful for words.

I wish what they showed in this movie were true, I mean the existence of angels. The reassuring touch and the comfort they give to people, I actually want it to be true. It is very rare when I see a movie and cry, in this one I did. To be able to feel in itself is a gift. Be it hunger, Pain or Love.... Feeling.... I suppose there is no bigger entity than that. More than just sensing stimuli, it is about having another set of structured senses which makes us who we are.

From laughing on a pointless joke to being head over heels....its feelings to the core. These feelings are a result of complex biochemical processes which I have no idea about! But I do believe there is something more to it, there is a bigger reason why it is there. When I am thinking deeply about it, it is actually making a lot more sense! How does a mother care for her baby? How did the first mother figure out how to feed her baby? How did the first baby know that she was his mother? Why is the word maa and mumma prevalent in most cultures and languages? It is all feelings, resultant of our complex neurological system and our hormones. These scientific reasons are mere ways of implementing these little miracles of life and the one who has conspired this all...is certainly a great power.

The great power has set the weather dial to a little cold here in Delhi. The autumn is fading and winter is slowly tip toeing towards us. My hands feel colder each day, my mind feels lazier getting up each morning, the autumn break will finish soon and college will come calling. I really don't know how will I pull myself out of the bed on Monday. O Monday!Dreadful Monday! Suddenly I am sounding like Garfield!

ITP (Integrated Term Project) is on its way, I have been working on it (on and off) and my theme is the Romani Gypsies. My catchphrase for it will be "A heart without a home". Actually these innocent folk originated from Rajasthan, India. They left their homeland and made there way to the west about a 1000 yrs ago....while the west has never welcomed them. They have still, adapted to the ways of the west, merged their own music dance and culture with the one in west. In spite of suffering and living through all the pain and discrimination over the years, they are known for their festivity and colors. I hope it turns out the way it is in my head right now....though it is very early to say.

I saw this really awesome video by Lev Yilmaz.... I really love his work. So, Ill leave you with that video in the end! Toodles!

P.S. Yet again, the pictures in this post are some of my attempts at taming myself to use the camera. :)

Never Gone

2011-09-03T16:09:00.000+05:30

My first ever attempt at fiction, it is a very short story, not even a story....but reminiscence in one frame of mind.

Ever walked past a random person in the street, who makes you look back at them? The kind that capture your attention for that one mili second until you lose them to the crowd again. She was one of them..... she made heads turn and left a kiss like impression on your mind.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never get up on time for school. She would wait for me by the corner of the street, looking absolutely ridiculous in two pony tails!They would spring into life when ever she tarted talking. She always had loads to say...as opposed to my own self, she could go on and on talking, just about everything under the sun. She would pour all her heart and soul in whatever she said... her hands moving appropriately, giving meaning to what she's saying.

She...was a horrible singer but there was this one song she would sing and it would take my breath away.... Never Gone, by that boy band back street boys... I am more of the Metallica kind of person but it was just the way she sang that song. She hardly ever did sing..... I tried faking a laugh when she did sing. You see, I loved poking her to death with my snide comments just to annoy her and annoy her more until she made that cute puppy face, her lower lip pouting out and her eyes turning liquid, she would say... "That means you really mean it?!" and I would spill into millions of mercury balls. Yes, I guess it was her eyes.....you could see her sweet soul shining through them.

I always knew where to find her, the library..... she and her huge nose buried deep in books. I cannot actually define her as the book worm, she was someone who read The outsiders by the day and watched WWE by the night. That's how we became friends, the only girl I knew who would not cringe watching the boogie man. "I like watching people getting the living day lights beaten out of them!" and yet.... I remember seeing her cry when one day the kitten she fed each day with milk and bread was found dead.

Hers was a maddening rage.... I really wanna believe that I spared her because she was so delicate but when she was actually seeing red and find herself cornered, in-spite of being half my size and weight, she could take me down. I recall some bullies in school were messing with her brother, the next day the school knew she was a tough nut. Lets just say her tongue alone could make worst of bad asses shy! Find her on a bad day and good lord.... she could send Mike Tyson home crying......

On the contrary, there were times when she was the mushy marshmallow on a hot day. One day she got into a petty fight with some girls at school. My male brain could never really see why and how it could actually have happened, but it did and for the same reason...I cant actually recall what exactly happened. I was surprised though, because she was not a cat fight kind of person. But she was naive and painfully honest. So, anyways.....that day, she fought till she could but later I found her crying, sitting under the tree she called a "friend". Her cheeks painfully red....she didn't make a sound as dew drop like clear tears rolled down her face and when she saw me coming she pretended as if nothing happened. I let her do that. I bought her a fruit chill...orange flavored, her favorite and swore to myself she would never cry again.

I think its been quite some time.....four years exactly and still I have no answers as to why I never tried to reach out to her..... she wouldn't herself, that crazy minx! I am so sure after a month itself she would have told herself that she does not want to talk to me because I didn't make a call. Now that I am dialing her number I can see it coming..... the lady will puke out her happiness, scream and do cartwheels that very moment! And I? I think I will forever be at loss of words.....

Newness of new things!

2011-08-14T22:52:00.001+05:30

Little antheia is busy all over again.....college started a few days back, so did the 7 am to 7pm run. Draping, Pattern making, Garment construction, history of design and fashion, fashion studies, fashion illustration and design, surface development techniques and Elements of textiles have become the new jargon this semester on. The sewing machine haunted me in the beginning, but now I suppose I have made peace with it. Muslin, poplin and pattern making sheet spell the daily stationery now and now you can see me carrying a carpenter-like tool box full with bobbins, threads etc. I am pacing towards THE DREAM! No matter how busy it makes me....no matter how fatiguing it is, I am still glad m on my way to a chance at greatness.

Feeling very NEW today..... writing on my NEWLY acquired Dell inspiron 17r dad got from the states, I love this machine already.....my new girlfriend is pink and we have become BFFs! My fridge is filled with fantastic swiss chocolates which lure me toward sit every other hour. I am also in the process of shifting into a new abode..... already thinking about how my work space shud look like. For me, a house becomes a home once my Enrique's Poster finds a wall! Further, if at all mom allows, I want to do some art nouveau stuff on the walls. I am a big art nouveau fan. It is also called noodle art in french, mostly because of its intricacy in terms of rendering patterns and design. Before I go into the art nerd mode.....I even have to worry about how I am going to get my stuff to the new joint. Mostly I am done with packing.....it was hard parting with my first and second semester's still life, though i saved my elements of design sheets but alas, all my 3d work has turned into ruins. On top of that, I did not realize I possessed such a full wardrobe (probably because I never bother to look back into it after taking out clothes!) and bloody 20 pairs of shoes alone! (counting out the ones i can share with my sister and mom) Earrings found their long lost brothers and I found a lot of stuff I thought was missing. Lord, shifting is tiresome.....

I have lined up another new something for myself. I am writing a fiction, for the first time. I had to do it someday.....its in my blood (I get it from my mom!). I have started working on it and for now it is going to be a short story, maybe even microscopic....because before starting it, I thought...o well1 How hard can it be?? However....it actually is! As in....for any random blogpost or any article I, I start with an introduction, come to the what i really wanna say and conclude with a relevant or sometimes irrelevant quote or a video or an anecdote. But in fiction, you sit tight and you have to create your own style.....a point to start with and a point to end with and several other points to join them both. While you are at it, you keep telling yourself "Can the reader actually picture it the way i do?" because a reading experience is all about how well you can picture what the writer wants to say. A book succeeds when the visions of the writer and the reader are as close as possible. But here, you cant make it all messy describing every little crap happening in the scene....its like fashion illustration, you never draw a full detailed nose.....just enough lines to make it look pretty! So yes, I am in a sort of mess, haven't gone past three paragraphs. I suddenly respect my mother's line of work more!

Before I forget.....My nation turns 64 tomorrow! Happy B'day India! We are still a young democracy and look how far we have come! Of course there is hue and cry about corruption and every other thing under the sun, but that is what democracy is all about! Challenges, if a democracy is not challenged, if a government is not criticized by its countrymen, then it not democracy....it surely becomes a version of autocracy and\or dictatorship. Nothing is perfect..... we gotta strive towards perfection. If anything were perfect, then the mankind would have stopped their, evolution would have taken a halt! As my favorite TV character Barney Stinson correctly says "New is always better!"

Cheers to the NEW!

Zodiac, Tarot and the thing we call luck

2011-07-26T21:44:00.002+05:30

By the time I was 14...i had virtually memorized the book "the sun signs" better than I could memorize the periodic table of the chemical elements (And as a nerd...that holds a lot of importance, trust me!) At any Chinese joint, I would carefully read about my Chinese zodiac (which is the rooster, by the way) and I still never keep the newspaper down without reading the Aries horoscope. I find it amusing how accurately and sometimes inaccurately these things define my character, my over all future and my day to day activities.

The Sun sign funda correctly defines me as the kid, feiry, impulsive, enthusiastic and someone who's a sour loser. I agree I am every bit of those things. We are said to be the most selfish and the most vain sign out of the whole stellar bunch (I remember reading the phrase "puffy as a peacock") but still...even if I am that kind, I would not like to comment on it. I read Virgo and Aries are a tough match but my mother and my bestie are both Virgo.... so is Beyonce! (you go girls!!) So seriously, though its leisurely to read what an Aries is like, with whom i can get along or not or what is the right career option in my basket.... I don't know if would really think twice before befriending a Taurean!

Okay, these people are largely right about me but have you ever notice the language of your daily forecasts? How easily they talk of general things which can actually happen to anybody regardless of their signs.... They tell you "watch your health", shouldn't every sign be doing that? Be it a Libra or a Scorpio....they are equally likely to get sick when exposed to the same environment or the same microbes! What they manage to do is write something that largely befits any random man's daily doings....

As far as luck is concerned.... I have a strange habit of keeping baubles in my pockets which give me luck. Moreover i have this superstition that strawberry lip balm makes me feel awesome and nothing ever goes wrong when I am wearing it! When I find a bauble worthy of being "lucky" I test it for luck....you know, keep it in my pocket for a while and see how my days are coming around. Right now a 2 cent coin mom gave me after returning from Germany is under testing. Though I believe my destiny is in my two manicured and pretty hands...a little lucky help never harms! Don't judge me here.... I am not very superstitious, I just like this little ritual. Just like Amitabh Bachchan always tried being called "Vijay" in his movies... though the name can hardly be given credit for his memorable performances. We all have our whimsies!

I guess I really confused you guys today.... what to do? I am at home since May and now I really don't have anything more to do than confuse you with my whimsical brain and its antics! In five days I will be heading back to college...I will be a part of UG III (FD) Muahhahaha!! Maybe then Ill find better things to post and surprise you rather than zap you out of your senses!

All the hues

2011-07-16T22:31:00.000+05:30

Thinking yellow...

a caged bird,

yet..who sings

A song so mellow!

Thinking green,

a seed that sprouts into life!

nascent leaves...

with a marvelous sheen.

Thinking white,

Thor who surges

conquering the dark,

cracking with light!

Thinking pink,

the first blossom,

its divine nectar

which the world drinks.

Thinking brown,

the whiff of soil,

when the first rain...

kisses the ground.

Thinking red,

a dainty ladybug,

with spots that spell glee...

crawling in the flower bed.

Thinking blue,

the sky wherein

live the cherubs

showering bliss in all the hues...

P.S. The pictures in this post, except for the one with me in it....have been captured by me :) One of my initial attempts towards befriending the lens!

The same old song

2011-06-05T19:56:00.011+05:30

It gets pretty tough when you have to choose from a millions of ideas that keep chugging in my head. When the right time comes, I find myself at loss of words.(is it a kind of dyslexia? hope not...I was always a fast learner at school except for when it came to spellings.. well that is another story!) So once again I searched on the net about writing posts, it is not even funny that people write blogs about well, writing blogs! One of them suggested that making lists i.e. My top ten movies or Top ten hobbies etcetera are a good way of attracting readers and search engine traffic. The idea seemed good to me, so to start off with this list thing, I ll go easy with My Top favorite songs of all times, a sneak peek into my distinct taste in music. I am not ranking them in any order as each of these tracks is beautiful in its own way, they aint subjected to any comparison what so ever. Besides 10 is a very small number to define my taste in music...these are the tracks which are on my mind right now. I am keeping hindi music out of it, i need yet another long post and a few days work on that too.

Come Away With Me:

Though this song was never able to make it to the billboard top 10 but it is numero uno for me.... It has a soul stirring effect to it. It is the ideal song when you hit the road, heading out for a serene country kind of place for the weekend. Plus, I like songs which don't have too much going on in the background.

Just Haven't met you yet:

Another track from a jazz singer, I like it mostly for its lyrics and the tappy music. I like the trumpets playing towards the end and the reassuring ring to the song... "Just haven't met you yet". This song is mostly on lips and it suits my happy-go-lucky-spring-in- my-step mood! The video too is super adorable..... Micheal and the girl in the supermarket, spreading the cheer.

She will be loved:

An all time favorite from the band I actually worship, Maroon 5. The song has an unusual theme, you can hear Adam Levine's voice cracking with all the emotion and that my readers, is the beauty of this song. I have an acoustic version of the song which is way more beautiful than the original track. Again....emphasis on the bare background music please! I herd great musician OP Nayyar say on the radio once (one of his last interviews recorded) that a song is all about the lyrics and its melody.

Saturday Night Fever:

And you thought this wont be on the list!No ways..... I love John Travolta too much for that.Actually I love all the songs from this movie be it staying alive or More than a woman. People say that this song along with the other tracks in this movie were the only landmarks of Bee Gees music career, they could never out perform themselves after this. Never mind, may God give their souls some peace. I love this song because when you listen to it and groove a little with the beats you actually feel that you are a part of this movie and John's moves. It takes you back in that time when people spent their time in night clubs shaking their booty, having dance offs and wearing the clothes they did and kept hair the way they did!

Layla:

It deserves to be here without any doubts, other than being rock's most definitive love songs, it's familiar guitar riff is the soul of the song. I am not a very rock person, my list clearly suggests but this song gets even my adrenalin pumping. I surely wanna use this song in one of my fashion shows. This song has something deeply feminine about it, maybe the lines "you got me on my knees" suggest the single handed power of women!

Iris:

When I first saw the movie "City Of Angels" I actually had tears in my eyes when this song played. The movie had already moved me so much and this song in particular went word by word with the movie. The strength of this song is the bare and deep emotions of the lyrics and ruggedness of John Rzeznik's voice. Even after days of watching this movie, he kept singing "When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." A song is truly a song when it stays in your heart and is not just a passing melody.

Fix You:

Though now we have an Indian version of the song, Jiyen Kyu from the movie "Dum Maro Dum" (Pritam, you wont stop getting INSPIRED, can you?) but this song is timeless. It kind of sinks in when your low and blue..... soothes your nerves to the core. Mind you, I am not a coldplay fan. This is the only song I love from their compositions. Actually, I friend made me listen to this song and I instantly fell for it and since than it has been there in my Playlist.

Are you lonesome tonight:

Elvis rules when it comes to serenading! I love his other songs too...like Hound dog and Jailhouse rock.... but this is the real deal. You tell me, how can a woman not fall for THIS! Sweet Elvis... wish you were born in our times and that I could see you move your Pelvis!

Kokomo:

I am a beach bum....I just love water and what can be better than this song to remind you of the sun and the sand? This song is fun and adorable.

Heroe:

How can Enrique NOT make it to this list? Though the English version is undoubtedly beautiful but the Spanish version is what I like. the million dollar moment is when he whispers "Quiero ser tu heroe" in the beginning of the song. Spanish to me is a beautiful language and for the sake of this beauty (and Enrique of course) I have always tried to teach myself a little Spanish.

These were my top ten...I have more in reserve for you all this summer, till then adios!

The Chronicles of Batch 1

2011-06-02T21:50:00.001+05:30

It's been a year since I went on board the ship called batch 1 and its just been 20 something days since I got off it, I did not realize that it will become an inevitable part of my life. Trust me, I have had plenty of sleepless nights thinking about every little memory of FP Batch 1. It is amazing how we people...strangers on day one came so close as a group and now I guess our bonds are so strong that I see us all wrinkly and Grey haired, very much together.

I remember on the first day, I was bouncing like a bouncy ball.... bubbling and talking to everyone possible. I was as excited as a kid who has had too much of candy. I was pretty naive when I joined FP....for heaven's sake I dint know how to cross busy roads even! It was the people in batch 1 that actually got me acquainted the Big City stuff. I still remember Komal holding my hand for the first time on our trip to evergreen market.

Dear readers, don't alienate yourself here....this is for you all....the crazy antics of batch 1. We were the ugly ducklings of FP, imagine a whole batch completely unaware of a submission and on top of that...willingly ready to get a null on that assignment just for buddies. But like the ugly duckling story goes..... our displays were a spectacle. As I see it, we had it in us to drive the faculty crazy in either ways....crazy with ways or our work. I was always the nerd in my school times but here I realized it was okay to procrastinate. I learnt to have fun the whole day and then crib about having to make a submission the next day, then work all night only to realize at some point that it aint gonna finish like this then without thinking anything else, going back to sleep. Then Waking up the next and work in class, geometry in V and R, V and R in ADA and so forth. Eventually making a last minute submission....pretty much like everyone in class!

My favorite times were when we used to bring in speakers and dance our hearts out on the Batch anthem "awaiyee awaiyee". I wonder why were we never caught in the act... I think its very unusual for a batch to be this close, to the extent of standing up for each other no matter what. We had the highest defaulter's in attendance, the whole batch fought tooth and nail for them. Helping them with applications, making sure they got proxy attendances and even waking them up in the mornings. I was one of them too...mainly because of being in the hospital, but I owe a big one to some people who helped me through it.

Never in my life I have been able to be my crazy self in any other place than our classroom. I miss the lunch hour when everyone would flock around to devour my home made lunch. I can never forget the feeling I had every morning of picking myself up and springing out of the bed like a toast out of a toaster to make it to college. I was mostly the first one to arrive and then I would see everyone coming in...as warm as ever....as tired as ever too....mostly from working late at nights. Sleeping in class was anything but unusual and playing music was a routine. With all the burden of work in world we still managed to watch movies all thanks to FVG and DD which actually was a stress buster after hours of "DOODLING" or still life.

Even after being done with batch 1, I always check our group on facebook, expecting an update.... like some default function my brain has to perform. Here, everyone knows everybody. I swear if our work did not have names on it.... it is still possible to name the person who's done it. Every knows everyone's style. Here i met some wonderful creative minds and I will always be in awe of their work. Though I will never be able work like those people do but I did learn a lot and I saw my work getting better every time.

Group assignment were always a blast and umm....very last minute. all the action was packed in group stuff. field study, without even knowing what the field is. I should not be saying this but most my EVS work was made up. haha

I regret that I arrived late on the last day and went away early because I had to catch a train, I wish I could live that last day again. For the feel of working together, putting up a display, bickering about the space, losing stationery, calling out for help.... running up and down for DST or push pins. I hope my batch one buddies read this post soon. I pour my heart out only when I write and I am a bummer at communicating. Thanks a tonne for making me what I am today.

Back where the action is...

2011-06-02T16:44:00.000+05:30

Hello little darlings! I was away for sometime so could not write a lot in spite of having a summer time....but I did not pass my time doing nothing...I did what I do the very best....I completed my second movie marathon which was disappointingly slower than the last one because I was out for yet another virtue of mine which i adore...shopping!

I am not a shopaholic, I bought what I had too for the summer and for the very first time I used my Debit Card and it felt head over heels when I was asked to sign on the bill! (yaa baa da ba doo kinda moment!)

Okay...lets get back to where we started... I saw a lot of brilliant flicks and I am going to update you with them pretty soon....as of now I can't recall all of them and I really want to tell you about them in a very nice way. For now the movie post goes to the drafts until I come up with a good read.
I actually came to rev up this place after my long absence... its the same thing that happens to me every time i sit to write something. At first I am too sure that I am going to write the best post ever, but when the keys are here in front of me.... I just run out of words and Ideas! In the times when i was busy with work I had all kind of ideas...but right now my mind is just empty. I think I will have to wait till I get over this writer's block. So till then... Ciao

Write about Love

2011-05-08T15:12:00.027+05:30

I was surfing over the net when i found this video. Cute...I kinda liked it.. Its sad how this stick figure keeps telling himself the same thing when he knows he's gonna do it over and over again everyday until he becomes weary of it.
Oh...the misery of heartbreaks... But I guess its all about maturing. Many of us just like the fun part of love...wherein you are the best couple on the planet, you call each other with silly nicknames and every love song on the radio sings about you or your paramour! When love actually grows into you and you start being in your skin with your other half...you realize that the fun part is gone and its time to work on things a bit. Before this, talking to her all night and texting her all day was never a pain, you always had plenty of talktime and tonnes of I LOVE YOUs to shower on her. But now it becomes a compulsion....she wants you to see how important it is to her that you talk and you want her to see that you don't have time!

Let me crack it open for you. In her mind, the equation is somewhat like this.... she is sitting and thinking day and night about you and wants you to do the same because she thinks you have grown really close. But in his mind, its too close for comfort and though he loves her and blah blah blah, he chickens out in the dreaming part. Besides, now that she is in his circle...he thinks it is easy to tell when he can or cannot talk. Next step, he tells her that he can't talk. He thinks she'll understand. She thinks he's taking her for granted. While actually they both were just growing into each other, instead they get onto each other's nerves. Its all science...it all comes down to the basic difference between their brains. The woman's brain thrives on the need of communication while the male brain lacks that part itself. So now instead of working it out and acting mature enough to go into the next level....both want out because for them the spark is gone. It was just and INFATUATION, they say. Fact is, they were just growing up! Strange how sometime back everything was sheer bliss and now its a pain in each of their brains. Sad, but true. Still, irony is....no theory can sum up love nor there is one single formula for love. You gotta come up with your own formula, but please try avoiding causalities... we hate sad faces don't we?

Anyways...so much about love!!My head is feeling Dizzy because I am really not a love person at all...well I am romantic in the fairy tale way but still I don't wanna tread in an unidentified plain right now. "Being single is my attitude!" my shirt says... \m/ Now that I come to think of it...I wonder why I never touched this topic when I had so much to say about it having watched so many movies and read so many books on love and the science behind it all. Maybe because it is never about how much you know on the surface.... I can go on and on talking about it while still freak out when when someone confesses liking me! I remember when I was in 10th grade... a senior guy walked up to me and said "Um...KP...I like you." and all I said was "I think I'll throw up!" I was completed annoyed with him for the fact that it was so comfortable talking to him before he said all this and suddenly everything became so awkward. Though I write beautiful Taylor Swift branded poems but I still am a mess up there in my head when it comes to LOVE! Whoa...my hands kind of tremble when type that word. God...I am so nervous right now...how will I ever hit the publish button!! No...I must stop acting like a kindergarten kid who closes his eyes and turns red during romantic scenes...Okay okay...change of topic.

O...by the way...little Antheia has been really sick in the last few days! :( sadly I am an asthma patient and things got worse for a while because of the weather here in Delhi. But now I am back on my toes! Plus, I have so much to do because the end sems are here....then why the hell am I sitting here and typing? No, actually this post was kept in the drafts biting dust so I had to come to its rescue. So I guess super Antheia is done with the rescuing part. Mom dad are buying me a laptop soon...the model is still undecided though. So, I guess I will be updating you more often with the things in my head and what my wink-a-peeps see. Besides....summer holidays will be here soon...Woo hoo!

Skipping about in the Wilderness

2011-04-08T22:40:00.000+05:30

Finally found the the time to push myself here and start ticking!

At last! I am 18! But I don't exactly feel 18...the 8 is somewhere lost in wilderness while 1 is chasing rabbits in her sleep. O please don't tell this to my bank people, they would never let me have an account like this! lol

Like every other day, I don't have much to say. Life is serving me just fine and I am bouncing about in my very own bubble of joy. A lot is going on in the world around me, India winning the world cup (that was one crazy night!) and the whole thing about Anna Hazzare. I'll tell you what, I really don't feel like talking about these things for once, let these issue talk for themselves. I wanna talk about the world inside me lately.

Can you answer this question for me first? Is it appropriate to waste time and energy arguing and fighting for one's ideas instead of listening to everyone with peace and then putting all of that energy in putting your words to action?

I used to be this person with fiery ideas and an attitude full of arrogance. Now when I introspect, I find that I have matured over the years and my aggression has channelized towards a productive direction. Of course I have my bad moments when I completely loose it and Lord knows how fierce my fury is, but mostly I take time to react to a conflicting situation. I take a deep breath and find my way out of it with my wits. Yes, it is good to vent out anger at times bu it is wiser to find a peaceful way out. O please, I don't want to loose my beautiful hair over matters that can be easily dealt with. So readers, try me... take it easy, breathe in and think aloud....

Anyways, so much for anger management mantras!

I was reading my own musings this morning and I could not help but question myself.... am I being way too ostentatious? Maybe, my head is telling me... come on... I am a young woman, a little ostentation only adds up to my charm! Doesn't it? *giggles* Okay, jokes apart. People, please tell me if this blog is becoming a portal of self obsession! I would certainly like to see myself stand corrected.

Time to tell you the fun things I am upto these days. I am watching the Cardcaptors series from the top again and I'll tell you what, it feels the same watching it as it did 8 years ago! Next, I am working on this interesting project on Ancient Indian Weapons. Don't take me wrong, I do not have a violent streak. I am to study the aesthetics of it all along with its metamorphosis into the contemporary era. Wicked, ain't it!? There are lot many projects on my plate as the semester end is approaching and I so need my creative mental faculties to be in place and not hopping about in the woods chasing the sun. Gosh! So much creativity to ask for! One thing is certain, being creative is more exhausting than anything else, sometimes I can feel the ideas bursting out of my head. Some bizzare, some sane! They can put your mind up for a toss!

Damn! I so wanted to go on writing here, but gotta go... dinner time!

March Rush

2011-03-18T21:27:00.001+05:30

Hola Amigos...

Without much ado... first of all, a moment for the people of Japan. I wish I could help in someway maybe donate clothes or something. The sight was devastating...houses getting washed out by waves like mere matchboxes! Japan is having a real hard time out there, along with the tsunami and the massive earthquake, authorities have confirmed that the nuclear radiation is out of their control. God! I pray for the people of Japan, may the Lord take them out of their miseries soon.

I remember the time the Indian coast was struck by Tsunami.... we were holidaying in Hyderabad and as far as I remember, it was Christmas Eve. We had reached our room after a long day out, dad turned the television on and we saw the news. We had just learned in Geography what Tsunami was that year. That day I saw how it looked. I dint like what i saw. The airbase at Andaman and Nicobar islands had been affected badly. My dad had a course mate their. A few days later we learnt that Uncle, Aunty and their younger soon had passed away but Mehghana was alive, his daughter of my age. We saw her on TV. She was a fighter; she got through it all bravely. Dad and his course mates made sure if she was alright. I guess she now lives with her relatives. Dad still talks about how their friendship and their days at AFA.I get chills when I imagine the whole scene, the serene ocean suddenly turning violent.... hell bent on taking lives. That is when I realize how helpless the human actually is in front of the powers of nature. Everything said and done by us in all these years, the technology, literature, art, architecture, sky scrapers, nuclear power, aircrafts and lord knows what all seem to crumble down to dust in hands of mother nature.

There are too many things in this world to be scared of, one too many.... Crime, terrorism, contamination, corruption, disasters, wars and mass destructions. We live in a world of horrors to many to think of and to worry about. So many things to scare your wits down under. Should we run? Should we hide? But will we be able to escape? (okay...now Enrique is singing Escape in my head...you can run you can hide but u cant escape my love! lol!) No... I am serious again now. Is it possible to say I am not a coward and nothing fears me? My gut says its scared.... of its own set of things. But yeah, I am not sissy enough to be scared of bugs, lizard, water, heights or darkness. When there are innumerable REAL fears to be dealt with, I don’t think I can waste my time on trivial things....

Okay...the post is getting gloomier by the minute! That is so NOT antheia! Holi is here and I am in a complete mood to dance on mainstream bollywood music! Wow... now Amitabh Bachchan is singing Rang Barse in my head! The next full week is jam-packed with awesomeness redifining moments! Sunday is Holi which Ill probably be celebrating in Jaipur with my family, provided the Jaat Protest has not affected the Delhi jaipur Highway. My bestie... Ankita (remember? from the post At the Bottom of the ocean) is coming over for a week so its going to be PINKIPUNK freak-o-licious time down under! Then on Wednesday, I am turning 18, so you know...the world will get a responsible adult citizen with an enlightened mind which it is running short of. : P Just cant wait anymore now! I don't know how to celebrate this time, haven't planned the least this time (so unlike me!) people suggest me that I should finally start enjoying booze and there isn't a better time than my own birthday or some tell me I should get a tattoo made! NEGATIVE!!

First.... its not that I have never taken booze or I pretend to be a Puritan. As a matter of fact I am acquainted with the taste of most liquor varieties (only taste though) and honestly I could never enjoy the taste and could never justify its after affects. I enjoy wines my parents collect so fondly. That is where my tolerance for booze ends. I don't dislike people who do enjoy drinking its their own personal choice but it becomes shameful when a person degrades himself or herself by getting wasted. I think to enjoy something of this sort one must know his or limits or they spoil their own fun spending the night vomiting and waking up with a hangover or in worst cases, behaving in the most inappropriate ways. Second...tattoos... I am a bit of a namby-pamby when it comes to pain and defacing my skin is something I would not like. All the things they say about tattoos do not make it worth the pain. Anyways, we will come to think of something worthwhile to do on my birthday when the time comes...

I think I am done for the day...
Keep Bubbling!

Tales from a not so sunny day...

2011-03-03T20:23:00.002+05:30

Just now I sat down to write something, uncertain of what that something was supposed to be (as always, nothing new to it!) and in matter of split seconds I got wiped out! There are times when I say to myself "yeah...I got to write this on antheia!" but right now I cant even recall what all I planned. Any ways... Ill come up with something to tell.

The sun has decided to shy away behind the clouds here in Delhi and the clouds have conspired to rain every time I forget to carry an umbrella when I step out of the house. Mid semesters are on and today I had my second theory exam on Organisational Behaviour which, believe me,is more of Organisational Mess.... a bunch of funny little Psychologists and top management Experts contradicting each other in their theories! And besides... managing people is never theoretical. Its an art as simple as amusing a bunch kindergarten kids. Besides, adults are no less than children at work are they? As far as the exam is concerned, I did pretty well and my handwriting is gorgeous *giggles* so that should impress the checker!

Actually....in school people thought I got marks for good handwriting alone as I did not seem as intelligent as I was in the back of my mind. I was always the day dreamer scribbling my long princess like name all over text books (my buddy once sat down to count how many times I wrote my name in my books.... average being 5 times a full page!) and chatting away with my girlie buddies. On exam days too I was found making bubbles out of chewing gum instead of revising before entering the hall. That is why my intelligence was not taken to be credible you see.. jokes apart! I am glad I am out of the school phase and I can go about advising kiddos who have their boards this year and every year that passes by! *evil laughter* Its kinda fun giving career advices to lost puppy - like kids! haha...but yeah honestly speaking I don't believe in career counselling whatever you might be good at or where ever your mental abilities lie ... it is not mandatory that you will get inclined to love it. Whatever you choose should be good enough to invest your whole life in doing it and there shouldn't be even a splinter of regret later.(In short I disapprove of the Holland's job-fit personality theory) So better go with instincts combined with a very practical plan. Mark my words on that.

Its been days since I updated you with my latest music obsession....its Ray Charles. He is not new to the world but a new obsession to me. Here is "Georgia on my mind" for you.... if at all it amuses you try and see the movie Ray...

you will see what exactly what I want to say here.

Doodles in the time of spring!

2011-02-20T21:50:00.003+05:30

Atlast!

My favourite time of the year has begun! Haah...Springtime, the supposed season of love...when the sun is just just right....flowers blooming everywhere, bees humming in a tune, the pleasant breeze and no sign of the dull winters or the dreary summer. Here is why I love this season...

I am a holi fanatic! I swear, my own mother fails to recognise me by the end of the day! For the first time after 12 years of school, March is not coming with annual exam woes! Though exams never stopped this little devil from having fun on holi but still...it will be much more fun this time, without having to worry about the chemistry exam the next day!

Apart from holi, this is the season when your favourite blogger little Antheia was born....yes my dear readers, I will turn 18 years old on 23rd March! Don'd forget to wish me and I would love if you click on the ads sparingly...I'll consider it my birthday gift :D

I am happy...too happy to find a reason! The Sun is smiling at me and flowers are blooming for me, its like being in love...only with yourself. Don't speculate here.... I am just in a good mood. I had a wholesome dinner.... made Rajputi Chicken by myself! (yeah...my culinary skills are innate, instinctive and awesome!)

That reminds me.... my kid sister (wonder why she's still a kid to me....she's 16 and hardly 2 years younger to me!) has come upon an important decision in life. She has decided to turn Vegan. Now she is this great animal lover with endless love for ant and anteaters alike and at the same time she has always been an avid foodie devouring all kinds of meat with full joy! Today she declared (after devouring my Rajputi chicken!) she wants to be kind to all animals alike so she'll turn Vegan. My mom is now worried about her protein intake (mom....they never change, do they?) and both my parents are trying to convince her that its okay to kill certain animals and there exists a phenomena called the food chain.

Me? I have two things on my mind....

one....its good that my kid sis has graduated to thinking about such issues (my cutie mishi!)

and the other is the fact that there are two sides to this whole issue... the whole food chain idea and the "Golden rule"

which primarily states that one should treat others the way you want them to treat you.

Of course....I don't want to be slaughtered for a chicken's Rajputi curry!

But then my greedy tongue intervenes....my glutton stomach is raising questions and hence my mind cannot venture further on this issue.....

Any ways....enjoy the weather folks!

Crumbs of hope

2011-02-15T20:53:00.001+05:30

Howdy!
Just found a minute to myself at last. All this while I was stuck up in the world of my own and I had nothing prominent to share with you guys. Though I still don't have much to talk about or maybe I want to keep it to myself; but I simply needed this blog to doodle around.

Have you ever felt that feeling standing on a footpath or a random corner humming a tune that the world is dancing on your tune....the trees are grooving on your rhythm and the cars passing by are looking after the beats.... its strange but I feel it, randomly out of the blue I have a new tune on my lips and the world seems with me in it.

During the last weekend....I have been asking myself, what is it that makes your life so liveable? I know.... friends and family is the first thing on your mind or probably love. But still, eliminating all those constraints we are so familiar with.... would you want to live? Well, many do as a matter of fact. So what is that ultimate urge to live and be happy?

I certainly cant imagine life without the people in it and the love they bring in it (and every other emotion along....which I would like to omit...let it just be love for now) and now that I think of it....I would go bananas if left in a deserted place, taking it in either sense...I might shout and scream looking for people or as I can never stop being myself, I could actually make use of the privacy and dance or write books maybe.

Lets go deeper.....in the darkest hours of my life when I assumed I had nobody to hold onto a little voice in my head kept screaming, urging me to get up, keeping me up.... making me weave a beautiful fairy tale life. Maybe it is foolish to dream when your plate is empty but it keeps you alive, it makes you wanna live, it makes you wanna look for that one smile in an ocean of frowns. Eventually...... ultimate exhilaration comes to you when you are living your dreams....with eyes not closed but wide open.

This light coming from my vivid dreams keeps me alive. My dreams are bizarre...like becoming something close to coco chanel or living in the country side with the love of my life and two twin daughters along with a cute St.Bernard dog...You would tag me a kid when I tell you that I have thought upon every detail of these dreams.. like my label should be called Layla (I like the song too much!) or my kids will have Russian nick names or I will have a pink room of my own with everything pink and my home will have huge windows I can gaze from, yellow delicate curtains intensifying the sun..... my dreams have no end.

Dreams are the fuel to my hope and hope fuels that urge inside me to live....

Christmas, boredom and more....

2010-12-27T19:18:00.003+05:30

Like every secular citizen of my kind and great country, I also celebrated Christmas in my own way. I went out to shop, ate out and not to forget, wore a huge red jacket which made me look like anorexic Santa from certain distance....I remember there were days when my sister used to buy herself a tiny Christmas tree and decorate it with full jest! There used to be a time when we were taught Christmas carols at schools....not that it has stopped, this merry practice might still be on. My point is, my country and its countrymen have a huge heart...where all the Catholics play holi and Hindus put up Christmas Trees and sing carols! :)

Holidays are such a bore when you grow out of the go-out-and-play phase...mine lasted longer than you think!Considering I still look for playmates to play house with, you can obviously see what kind of person I am.As you grow up, you are left with options which primarily revolve around sleeping, watching TV and hogging at whatever you find, extensions to these are probably, blogging or joining some sort of hobby classes.(which, by the way....is a very distant possibility to me!Thanks, but my blog is my darling for now!) Yea...but I do need these Holidays, as I go through a rigorous 7am to 7pm kind of life, shunting back and forth from college and home.Hibernation is doing me good, I am still trying to gain some pounds...with no joy till now, my cheeks have turned pinker (oh, Maybe that is because of the dryness...HELP!) and of course, who wants to go out in the Dilli ki sardi....I am not a very winter person you see.Of course, movies occupy me most of the time in the day....Ill tell you what all I saw....lets start, Edge of the Heaven, a German movie....you know, stuff about Turkey's youth rebellion and crossed lives, About love....a south asian (Chinese, Japanese and Vietnamese) triology of love and youth, pretty cute I must say, Accidental Husband Starring Uma Thurman...sweet and Chicago, (I think I saw it for the third time...) I cant get the love of jazz and razzle dazzle out of me, can I? (And not to forget, Richard Gere....you aint a woman if you don't like him!)Lastly, Tim Burton's Corpse Bride....dark animation movie which held onto my heart, I would also like to confess that it made me shed a tear.God...regular movies don't make mumu cry, but these guys Tim Burton and Johny Depp do...be it Finding Neverland or Sweeny Todd.Now don't tell me you didn't like it or it was disturbing, it is a true artwork!O yes....I saw Footloose again...I cant stop loving that movie (Sorry other movies, I love you too...but its her right now....) God...I can still hear Kenny Loggin singing Footloose in my head....and OMG....Kevin Bacon...wish I was Lori Singer. Lastly, you have Sarah Jessica Parker doing a stupid supporting at...looking tom boy and teeny.

My old readers, God bless them if there are any :) .... might have noticed the fact that my blog layout has changed. I had to do it, as a result of my boredom...I spent an hour looking at suitors for my spunky-cutesy blog....I hope it was worth the effort...you never know, my mind might just take another u-turn and start looking for another layout. But for now, I guess this layout is pretty enough!Do tell me nevertheless if you like it..also I need to know if my Adsense ads are visible, because I cant see them from my PC...dad said there is this new thing that the Ads are disabled for the site owners. (not that I am actually trying to get you yo click on them...but still, I just wanna make sure they work!)

O well, I need to fetch myself a Post-dinner-snack....you ll find something new on this page the moment my mind hops into greener pastures. Toodles!

Donde estan mi cerebro?

2010-12-22T19:54:00.001+05:30

Okay...I am so aware of the fact that its a bad title...but what else is a Enrique fan to do?! His song goes like... donde estan corazon (Where are you heart?) hence my post today goes like... Where are you my brain... :D
I know...not all that funny, but still...pardon me in absence of my beloved brain!
A sense of deja vu strikes me....of the days when school got over and I used to be a worthless vagabond. Those kind of times are here again, as the curtain fell to the first semester I am back to being a Vagabond. Don't ask me how well the final assessments went... I am way too bored already to be answering that.
So lets see...

What do I write about in the sheer absence of my intellectual faculties. Considering the fact that most of the hits on my this blog are by me or my friends and\or relatives and my only followers are people (pals) I went running after to take a look at my blog and essentially follow it for the sake of our friendship (and in return follow their blogs!).....its pathetic to be wasting my time on writing something meaningful and now when I come to think of it, most comments I get are from people trying to mock whatever I come up with or maybe from people trying hard to flirt and establish a connection with me after going through my pictures (GUYS, please...I wont give it a damn if you write non insightful comments on my posts like... "lovely Kanupriya..." so on and so forth!) or maybe petty people trying to take a revenge from me for no apparent reason what so ever! (People, you cant even imagine what non sense I get in my comment moderation page...!) That leaves me with a dilemma once again....to write or not to write!Trust me....my empty guest book discourages me all the time my friends...(are there any??)

But my hand is sturdily still writing...as if I am a knight on an errand to write in a witty-yet-nitwit-kinda-writing! I don't want my writing style to die down as you see, I am one of the few gifted people who can pull it off in this way...(I wont comment on how good or bad it is!)

Actually I find myself switching positions.....sometimes I am the Dreamy girl all set to colour the world pink with her princess like charm and on some days I turn into the rascal next door hell bent on making fun of everything she lays her hands on (including myself of course!) in a very silly and whimsical way!Today, you can actually tell I am which one of the two and on some days you cant even separate the two. (O my funny faculties wont let you dear!)Wow I din't know brainlessness could do me so good in terms of introspection....but certainly you would not like many days or rather posts of such nature. (I do realise the fact that this post too wont get a lot of hits, but still...no harm in trying, eh?)

I am captured by the weird need of putting a picture in this post...this plain Jane picture of mine with only petroleum jelly on my lips for make up from my nerdy days wont do a lot it seems to go with the spirit of this brainless post...wait, let me google something....as a design student I learnt a lot about styles and history of art. So lets pick my favourite...
hmmm
cubism....na...too boxy for me...Sorry Picasso
Post modernism....nope...too scary (kiddin me? have you seen Salvador Dali's work!?well i have...and tell you what...i have studied it too!)
Baroque...??? Na...too cheesy...same goes for you Rococo and Art nouveau.
Let me think...

Ingrid with hat by Andy Warhol

I got IT!
POP ART MY FOLKS!
Andy Warhol saves the day....
now as to why this particular art movement...
Pop art has this total edge to it, as if its sitting there with its ungrateful face mocking every other style or art movement with its rebellious colours and ground breaking concepts which instead of being incomprehensible to the masses, which art has a habit of is very vernacular and all the more popular...tell me how many artworks were you able to appreciate with the knowledge next to nothing in terms of art, to be honest...I didn't have any, but I still knew what pop art looked like even though knowing Andy Warhol was a distant possibility until I entered the IWAC class.(introduction to world art and culture) As of now, I wont go into the subject matter how this movement was so important in the States or how it took off in the first place or else my batch mates would kill me for bringing the nightmare of art history back to life!

Wow...I just scrolled back up there and geez!I have written hell lot in spite of not being in mood to do so. Now before I miss my favourite T.V. shows and my dinner, Ill sign off from here and come back to you as soon as my brain comes back from a vacation!
Toodles...

Who needs the blues?

2010-11-15T21:30:00.000+05:30

Long time no see....(my oh-so-favourite words)
Why is it so that I end up writing on unexpected times in my routine?
I don't know....
Any-ways.
The day was not that good... (an exception to the fact that I define all my days as awesome!)
Hmmm...but why is that?
How the hell can I feel awesome and think awesome all the time? Do I not conk out? Of course I do...but I forget all about it as soon as possible. Somebody was right in saying that the key to happiness is a short memory.
Maybe that is not the only reason.We cant blame it all on bad memory...can we?

Its so not fair....to be happy all the time. Somewhere down the line, am I fooling myself to be happy? Am I wearing rose coloured sunglasses that show the world to be a beautiful wonderful fairytale like place?That would mean I have never had my share of woes which is so not true. I am a human being, therefore I have had my own petty things to wine about. But I have often found myself saying .... "This is not a day to sit and sing the blues, let me see what we can do here..."

And on days when I am grumpy I find myself working the hell out of myself, be it watching obscure French movies back to back or completing my college work or just cleaning up the room.(sorry, that does not happen so often!)

Daddy always told me... you have the remote control to your moods not anyone else, you cant blame others or circumstances for your blues can you? All you need to do is grab your own remote control and push the right buttons. Feeling off-ish? Go treat yourself with a chocolate. Rather play with dolls...or dress up nicely for a change...hog on your favourite snack...skip and hop about in the silliest way known to you. That is just what I do, try and shake the blues in every possible way.

You cant bring me down... might as well go ahead and try!

The Return of Kitten Heels

2010-10-14T16:23:00.001+05:30

Congratulations, womankind!After seasons of sky-high stilettos, the dainty demiheel is back!

Okay before I disclose the reason of my excitement, I would like to introduce you to Kitten heels first..:-B

A kitten heel is a short, slender heel, usually from 3.5 centimeters (1.5 inches) to 5 centimeters (2 inches) high with a slight curve setting the heel in from the edge of the shoe. The style was popularized by Audrey Hepburn. It is particularly common on sandals. They are sometimes worn by women who are especially tall, who want the curve and sex appeal of a high heel, but not the added height.

Ha ha ha... Sorry sucker head stilettos and platforms! :-q This fall, it's all about the kitten heel. A lot more practical and demure, the kitten heel always looks smart and appropriate. Wear it with skirts, dresses or jeans. These beautiful things lift your stride only a few comfortable inches and at the same time spare you of bunions, corns, grazes and finally broken ankles letting you keep up with all the work and also the play in your life.And please, after all it Audrey Hepburn who started the trend!(now you know why I like them!)

The Fall 2010 winter runways shocked many when they noticed kitten heels instead of their favourite "break my ankle" heels. If you dont see my point then take a look...

Prada – slingbacks worn with thick socks,
Marni – kitten heel boots,
Giambattista Valli slingbacks worn with opaque tights

What goes up, comes down sweethearts, its science! Its not always that Fashion goes hand in hand with comfort!:)>-

Many people out there dont really love the kitten heels, many are even ditching the trend but someone like me is very happy. You see, I could never figure out how to handle my self in pumps, I always found myself tripping and walking awkwardly every single time. b-( Therefore I know Im home when I am wearing these adorable things!

The females in my family, (namely me,mom and my kid sis) are shoe freaks, we own it all...be it flats, boots (in every hue!yes, i am not kidding!), pumps, gladiators (3 till now...) and the list is endless.While my mother and sister share the same shoe size, I still wear size 4 (I know, its funny and I DONT look for shoes in the kids section if you are going to say that!) so i ease into their footwear while they cant see themselves in my shoes...he he. ;))

Now the point is, those girlies come from that part of the world where they love pumps and me, I am Ms.down-to-earth-five-foot-four! I have no complaints with my height, that is a very trivial issue and hence I am in love with kitten heels and their coming into trend has made me a happy woman! And them,o...they are boycotting the trend basically!I so wish it stays, 8-> but you know it wont, what goes around comes around....maybe by the time spring comes we will all have to go with ankle breakers and see models falling off the ramp.;)

Put your hands all over me!

2010-10-13T17:05:00.001+05:30

There is not a lot to tell you guys today but I just had an urge to type away a something out of the blue, I am actually feeling like some silly retard with nothing to do. 8-} yet again I landed up browsing "possible topics for blog posts" and imagine I got relevant results! \:D/ I am enjoying at home sleeping it out. (:| I have slept so much it has sucked all the chaotic nights hailing since the mid terms, all that paper mache, geometry, still life and LEARNING DIARIES out of me. Now I can imagine how a home feels when its completely vacuum cleaned from scratch! ;))

Now, enough of all that! :-@ Recently I laid my hands on the album "Hands all over" by maroon 5...here is what Rolling Stones had to say...(an excerpt)
On Maroon 5's third album, their already polished sound is burnished to a high-gloss glow. With producer Robert "Mutt" Lange — the guy behind AC/DC's Back in Black, Def Leppard'sPyromania and Shania Twain's biggest hits — at the helm, the dozen songs on Hands All Over are models of craftsmanship and efficiency, each clocking in at under four minutes and delivering verses catchier than other bands' choruses. On "Misery," the first single, frontman Adam Levine floats his reedy tenor over a percolating groove. "I am in misery," Levine sings. He doesn't sound so miserable, actually; he sounds like a skilled bandleader, guiding a well-oiled group through its paces.

Levine's big influences are still Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson and the Police, but he stretches out, dipping into country ("Out of Goodbyes," with harmonies from Lady Antebellum) and power pop ("Stutter").

Now here is what I thought...

Maroon 5 is like one of my favourite guy bands :-* and how can somebody forget I wont go home without you? Imagine all the broken hearts the song helped mending!! And God! She will be loved is one song you cant help but listen all the time. So when the news came they were coming up with this album I was totally excited expecting some hair raising songs.

And then it happened, the single "Misery" was released.

=P~

What I like about these guys the most is the effort they put up in terms of the lyrics, it shows.....maroon 5 does not let you forget its lyrics....so is with the song Misery. As I listened to the whole album, the It wont be Soon before long magic was kind of missing, mostly because Maroon 5 is trying way to hard to stretch out from its own line of things. But still the title track gets you to groove, "just a feeling" too is a track I like but most of all "Stutter" makes me really wanna stutter! ;) My favourites also include "Give a little more", "Get back in my life" and "Out of good byes" wherein Adam Levine and Lady Antebellum have done a thumbs up job, the song being country, something away from Adam's line of music.

Nevertheless, I love "misery" and I like the album enough to stand by Maroon 5 like a true fan. I give Hands all over a big hand \m/ =D>

Love you Adam Levine! :x

Did I say "FORGIVE"???

2010-10-04T17:07:00.000+05:30

Since my last post, something has changed. Something happened and it really restores my faith in the words "what goes around comes around".

You might think that certain sections of your life would never change, certain wounds would never heal and there are certain some-ones whom you will never forgive or you will make them pay for what they did. But tell you what, the moment the light falls on you, you find yourself surprisingly calm and acting intelligently on the situation.... I not only believed but I knew, that I would go Bonkers and seek the most atrocious form of revenge at someone when I am able to set my hands on them! But I was baffled with the way I reacted to the whole situation. Certainly, I did something different than giving supposed hell that I had planned and conceived since ages! On the face of it, I thought "o boy...this is my chance to get even!" , but that kinda dint happen..... :p

Instead, acting very abnormal in comparison to my usual self I chose to forgive and forget (but I still don't have a halo!! ;) ). I kept my calm (imagine!) and on top of all that I even offered help! WOW! I was shell shocked at my reaction.... I mean what happened to all that cursing, hate speeches, insults and all those plots which could have lead to utter disasters and embarrassment? What of all that I went through? Was I still being unfair to myself by granting forgiveness? The answer is well....I just don't know. At least, I don't know as of now.

Am I sounding like a hypocrite? Hmmm...wont disagree to that, I am going against my own convictions regarding the matter, it was so not my thing to forgive that sort of a doing you know...I should have had a chain saw in my hand. Please no, I am not even trying to pose myself as a saint out here, trying to be the ANGEL out here, forgiving people who wrong you and all that crap. I simply cant think or act that way...but surprise surprise!! I DID! The person who explain this devil-turns-saintly phenomena will get a free French manicure from me....everyone invited!

P.S. Forgot about the males who might not be very enthusiastic about the French manicure... guys, all I can offer you truly worth the effort styling tips this fall! Not interested? O well...suit yourself mates!

Bleeding Bliss

2010-09-30T19:59:00.003+05:30

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Yeah baby life has turned into sheer Bliss out here.
Somehow Antheia is unaffected by all the fuss around her, be it CWG fiasco, mid term submissions, sleepless tiresome day or loads of work at hand, she is loving it all and ready to take on everything that comes her way!

Right now, after two continuous weeks of overpowering labour and mind boggling creative churning I think even if my body has nothing more to give, my mind is all the more in action and hence this post is being penned.

I am going to talk about any particular movie today since it has been ages since I sat back with Peach Iced Tea by my side and a Bowl full of Bhujiya to watch a classy flick.....but o yes! Do catch the Italian movie The Son's Room, a regular on NDTV Lumiere..... it captures the grief of a regular middle class family after losing their young enthusiastic son. A true tear jerker I must say, I am not that much of an emotional person especially when it comes to movies but this movie really made me to melt from the core.Bottom line...a must watch.O yes, that reminds me.... I just got my hands on The Roman Holiday (Yup, you guessed it....it is a Audrey Hepburn Classic) and Grease! (How can I ever Stop loving you John Travolta! :* )

You will have to believe me, I was so crammed with work that I didn't even have time to do my nails! (now, if you have been following me diligently and this is not your first post on Antheia then sweetheart you must know that MUMU does NOT leave her nails unattended! They got to be coloured and always in place!)

Imagine....almost like three months back I needed help while crossing the roads (YES I DID!) , used to faint in crowded and crammed places (the phenomena called Ochlophobia) and couldn't help herself with routes....but now I go back and forth from Dwarka to my college in South Delhi....changing the metro at Rajiv Chowk.... nightmare for Ochlophobics! Guess little Antheia is evolving, loving and living.... or maybe loving evolving as she is living!

P.S. I have been writing for a popular Hindi magazine (its not really a fortune but it is paying off my cosmetic bills!) For the next month I have been approached to pen a cover story on Youth....dear readers (wish there were many! ) :( please I need you're feedback to buy myself a MAYBELLINE XXL Extensions Mascara - VERY BLACK!!