Honest Scrap Indeed!!!

October indeed is my birth month. No wonder good things are happening more often. The latest is an another award for this blog from S3 aka Sreeram. Thanks a lot for gifting me, my ‘second’ blog award.

Unlike last award, this one is more formal. It has some rules and regulations. !

The rules are:

“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon.List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!”

Mélange – Random Tidbits VIII

Hello guys.

Things are indeed happening in life even though the post frequency has reduced. There were lot of topics to blog about, but whenever I start writing, I do not get words beyond 2-3 sentences. I thought of collecting thoughts on each of the topics to form great posts, but it never happens. So here I am, again writing some tidbits, which most of the time goes unnoticed, and looks more of a personal rambling than a blog post. Nevertheless, I guess its better than having no updates on my blog.

Arch-ology

Grabbing this tag or meme from out of the Facebook. Guess there is no copyrights involved. More over, from the blog feed, I suppose this will get posted in Facebook Notes too.

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I have tagged you because I am hoping you will fill this out about yourself. I would love to find out more about you! Copy this, paste in a new note, replace my answers with yours and re-post this as your name followed by “ology.” Tag friends you want to get to know …. and most importantly, tag me.

The First Year…

People say “marriages are made in heaven”. But they forget that after marriage they have to live on this earth!

The first year is supposed to be the most beautiful moments, after the engagement to marriage period. I do not deny, but then we never know what lies in the future. May be its more bright than now? They say love dithers over years especially when all get busy with their lives and responsibility increases over money, land, parents, children and themselves. But maybe its just that love has found its base, and has gotten invisible over the years, just as the love we have towards our parents.

The cord of love

Warmth of solace,
And the freshness in your face,
Blended in a smile full of grace,
Lifts me up from my deepest gloom
And showers me with a deep embrace,

Mélange – Random Tidbits – V

I guess, I will have more similar posts. There are so many topics but nothing much to say about it. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it enough to discard too. Just a few notes to self, or kinda thinking-aloud posts. The random tidbits I guess, hence would repeat. Maybe I just should change the random tidbits post title to something else. Any suggestions?

Valentine’s day is over, and now there is not much of Mutalik. People have got immersed in central and state budgets and elections and recession brooding. What happened to the anti-Mutalik organizations and the gifts? Even if the day was peaceful, there were attacks here and there. I am sure no actions would have been taken against the attackers. How can it be if there are no complaints. Which makes me think of the stupid clause of complaints. As long as the victims are harassed and threatened how can they complain? Not even in this case, but in any case. Say some beggars are killed on the street, won’t be there any action on the killers? Strange.

Futuristic Introspection

The sky is cloudy again.

This week has knocked me down again. I missed out the daily posts one day, because of no power for that whole day. There were times when I had so much to write, but found myself very lazy. Some short stories, some film reviews, some travelogues, everything is in pending.

I tried to be active on twitter, and even crossed 1000 tweets. Not that its not a good sign, but the thing is it made me realize whether I was blurting out nonsense. About the running time. About wasting it. About myself. And what I am doing and saying to make myself feel worthy.

Gandhi and I…

January 30. The day when the father of the nation, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, was assassinated.

I remember this day from the school. At the assembly, on this day, we would be reminded to follow the silent standing ceremony at around 10 or 10.30 am. The bell would ring at an odd time in midst of the class period, and we would all stand for one single minute in silence to commemorate the assassination of Gandhiji. We considered this break a warm welcome to the same routine of the teaching. In those days, I don’t remember having a break in the morning session.

In the high school, we had to study full history and autobiography of Gandhiji, “My Experiments with Truth”, in the form of English-II subject. Though it was the edited or the simplified version, we had to study his whole life. It was interesting at some points, but from the point of view of exams, it was not. I even once wondered, if Gandhiji was not there, we would have escaped this subject etc!

When I was in school, I remember watching the film Gandhi, on either August 15th, January 26th or October 2nd. But I remember the school book rather than the film.

The Vortex

Today, I was just going through the archives. I feel that I have reduced penning down my thoughts and feelings. Rather the short stories, movie reviews, articles, recent happenings are the topics I have been blogging off late.

There was a time, when I used to blog, when my mind blew out of the proportion with suffocating words and rants. For me, at that time, I never cared about the number of readers, or the traffic. I blurted out all my thoughts, sometimes directly or sometimes through analogy. I used to finish the posts within half hour or so, and without spell checking or re-reading the draft, I just published.

Now looking back, I feel those posts do have a personal touch and is more readable. Like the innocent outburst of a child. It worked, because things happened at that time. The race with time, the busy life schedule with many many things, the glimpses at various nook n corner of city life which gave spark to various thoughts and views.

I do not wonder what has changed. I know what has happened. And I know what should I do to change. But then, something is pulling me back. Maybe its the fears or the various choices available. The point of time when you feel like slapping yourself for the inability. The time when heart says lovingly to wake up, and when mind pushes it down with the lame and age-old excuses of practicality. The time when you await for your heart and the soul to win over the mind battle. The time when you await the death so that you could be re-born to a fresh life.

People say, time heals everything. It answers the strangling questions you have been asking in the early ages. But then, how do we wait for time until it heals or gives me the answers? Isn’t time running away? From me and from my life?

The vortex has knocked me out into the deep darkness of unconsciousness.

PS: This post too has been completed now within half hour. You do have it in you, when it wants to surmount you.

A note to self

Yes, I did it. Last week I accomplished part of one of my new year resolutions. To publish a blog post daily. As I look back, I feel some of them could have been better if I hadn’t written in haste. But I couldn’t delay it. I just need to improve myself under the pressure.

It all started when I was asked to guest post for Fashion Film Review within one day. I needed to see a film and then write review on it. Not just a simple review, but a more serious one, considering the fact, that there was never a funny post in that blog! And I was shattered to pieces by seeing the diffidence in me, and the way I struggled to write it down at a stretch. Hence I had decided that time itself to increase the frequency of the posts in this blog.

Lack of topics and words outflow from my mind  constrains the goals. Though already late, I plan to continue this mission as long as it goes. I need all of you reader’s support and hope that you bear my rants and my perfection deficiencies.

Happy Reading!