Bandra Bonding

bandra walk
Originally uploaded by mahimaisme.

Part of the many Birthday pages

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CHAMKI, NEPAL

Mapping the world around me

This map maps the way from peddar road to kemps corner in mumbai, india.

It includes major pit stops and landmarks along the way. The key is here:

• Anda Pau is a tiny shack where we eat basics. Reasonable and interesting.
• KMD stores is a basic provision store which has just bout everything- except stationery.
• Sophia is my college.
• Chinese Guy is next o a petrol pump and has chinese, wraps and rolls, and desserts. Multi-purpose pit stop and reasonable prices.
• Coffee Guy is a vendor on the road who owns a corner of the road and some stairs along the way. He serves good coffee, cold coffee, chocolate mousse, ice cream, chocolates...the works. along with great breeze, and a smoke should you want one.
• muchad paanwala is mumbai-famour for his (you guessed it!) paan.
• warden's collection is a stationery shop we love and frequent.

Learning to Love You More

You: Hello?

Me: Hey.

You: I have some things I want to say.

Me: me too.

You: But maybe that can all wait.

Me: yes, maybe we’ll screw it more if we talk about it right now.

You: I’m already saturated. I don’t think I can right all this anyway.

Me: me neither. But it’s not your fault or mine. We together screwed up somewhere, I think. And I don’t know how we can get back what we had.

You: I hope we can. Everything seems heightened. Every mistake seems huge, just another screw up. All the laughter feels fleeting.

Me: I don’t know what we’re doing wrong, or how we could have gotten to this stage so suddenly. From one moment to the next, everything changed. I wish you’d just told me earlier. I was here. I would have wanted to know: even if for no other reason than that I’d like to have been comforted, and I’d like to have been there to comfort you.

You: …

Me: don’t say sorry or say I know. I know you’re sorry. I am too. But just listen. I have so much to say and so much I haven’t said because “sorry” always gets in the way. This isn’t about a guilt trip or about mistakes. I only want to be heard. Just listen. Please.

This is an assignment for the Learning to Love You More project. The instructions are as follows:

Assignment #52

Write the phone call you wish you could have.

using a black pen, draw a picture of your cell phone. Be very precise and make your phone look as realisti possible, you can trace the shape of the phone if you want. Please make your drawing by hand, not with a computer. In the window where the caller name appears, write the name of the person who you wish would call you. If you have to, use a fake name. Don't draw anything except the phone, leave the rest of the paper blank. In a separate email document, type the conversation you wish you could have with this person. Use dialogue format.

For more information on this project, and more assignments, click on the post title.

wheels of change

we sat on the feris wheel today.

bhotu, chamki, sam and me.

such brief a period it was.

i thought of richard bach, of

"your life is turning tonight.

can you feel it?"

i think i felt it.

something was pulling me in a direction

that was at once familiar

and new

inviting, loving, intimate, even,

without being pseudo.

the wheel turned

slowly,

rhythmycally.

as we screamed for it to stop, we were also

exhilerated

by the experience of it.

the

wheel

was

turning

-still-

long

after

we

thought

we

had

gotten

off

it.

BANDRA AUTO

agent provocateur- bull crap

PICTURE PERFECT

one of the pages i did during the magazine altering spree. click on the title to see more pages altered during that time.

Pencilling in the old year

IMPRESSIONS 2007

This is the cover to my journal for 2007 which is ready now. For more pages from this book, click on the title of this post.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

This is the page i did while on the carol singing rounds day before. This is to say MERRY CHRISTMAS and I hope you and I will make more hearts happy this year.

random notes

This is a page off my journal again. Done partly in literature class and mostly at Barista. Top left is pallavi's hair in a plait(you have to look carefully to see this. lol). next to it is the label of the coke bottle i had with me that day. just below that is a Barista logo. and below that are my cards for 14th December 2006 drawn from the sacred rose.

Carol Ann Duffy

I discovered Carol Ann duffy in literature class today. Now I'm here finding as moch more from her as i can.

First, the poem I read first. We analysed it in class. and i can still remember lines and sounds off it.

Carol Ann Duffy

PRAYER

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside the radio's prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre

Being Twenty-Something

I saw this first thing in the morning. read this.

if you are twenty something, this is to say i understand. if you're younger, this is to say it isn't really this bad. if you're older, this is to say try and understand me.

This is not something you may want to read first thing in the morning. I did.
divya.

Being Twenty-Something

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."

It is when you stop going along with the crowd

and start realizing that there are many things about yourself
that you didn't know and may not like.

You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizingthat people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactlythe greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close towhat you thought you would be doing, or maybe you arelooking for a job and realizing that you are going tohave to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't.

One minute, you are insecure and then the next,secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life.You feel alone and scared and confused.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.

One-night-stands and random hook-ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.

You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.

We are in our best of times and our worst of times,trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

Chamki
getting ready for college. Monday morning, late for her first lecture.

a coffee, made well and with love is the answer to every moodswing.

laughter. just laughter is enough to make my day worthwhile.

oh, brother!

the blur that college tends to be, mostly there's no time or no mood to look at college, see the space, even the charm.
this day, i took the time to like it.

cat

this is the cat that shares my college space with me. it sleeps around all day and looks as adorable as ever!