The irony

I am an art student, the professors who lecture us they are more well versed with hindi and marathi than english.
In our orientation program at college , we had an Indian artist coming in , his artwork was excellent , but he wasn't that good in english.The people ( Oh and these people are some of my very own batch mates and seniors) around me instantly started chattering about how bad his english is , they did not bother even for a second to look at his work, to pay attention at what he is presenting, I was in love with his surrealistic paintings, the video art , they were brilliant. But these people start laughing, giggling over his broken english , making fun of the artwork.

There was an animated video which was on display,
The video consisted of teeny weeny houses, you could see 13-17 houses at a glance and they were simple basic houses open with just walls on 2/3 sides with windows and sloping roofs.
The back ground was black and the houses were psychedelic pink purple green.
The camera was taken through these houses from one house to another and another, it went on for full 5minutes ,then an abrupt end.
I was confused.
 The artist started explaining you must have been wondering for 5mins you were waiting for something to happen for something to pop out or some change or drama but in the end nothing happens. He explained it is life,  those times where you just wait and wait for something to happen but there is nothing.
So it is just about that frustrating, annoying, longing that something is about to occur.
I smiled.It made such sense,but these people after the artist explained they are like ''OMG how boring'' again started giggling and mimicking his broken english.
This was not the worst part,

Last week we had a lecture from an art curator from milan and she couldn't speak english at all.She had a piece of paper from which she was reading words and some 2-3 pronouns and showing some slides and she was so lost , she did not know what she was talking about. Then another guy took over and explained the stuff to us.The same people who were laughing/cursing the earlier indian artist for his broken english now went ''OMG she is so cute,so cute, very nice''

 'how cute is her english'

  'atleast she tried' 

Funny thing I heard some one say "uska art work kya tha" it is funny because she was a curator and she was showing artworks of artists from milan.
All this coming from students studying arts in an art institute and they wonder why people dont appreciate art.The irony.
I smiled.Weird.

There it is

Something eerie about it,

The four walls seem to be 

caving in a dreadful aura.

She can hear the clocks tick-tock,

or even a pin drop.

She doesn't know why,

every time there,

As if someone's watching over.

That thing she feels

makes her go weak in her knees

She dreads going in,

because the flashbacks keep surfacing.

She is scared,

but even longs for it,

Like on an invisible surface

waiting for an opening.

R.I.P

Panic around her
Call the doctor
switched-off.
Try the ambulance
none available.
Oxygen cylinder!
chemists closed...
Nearby hospitals refused
"TOO CRITICAL"
Her temprature falling
Minute by minute,
The Unavoidable approaching.
She sensed it,
"Don't do anything
It's useless
love u all tc"
And then
she Prayed
No desires left
slowly
numbness creeping,
pain subsiding,
foam gurgles out,
Her Neck tilts,
Eyelids lowered.
she
R.I.P

zykaar

I was in a bad mood, pissed , angry , disappointed then I came across this http://zykaar.blogspot.com/2011/07/rise.html

hahahaa made my night.

I absolutely love you bitch.

The Orange Boka !

Yesterday as I stepped out of my house,

I opened my door and MEOOOOOOOOW

I looked towards the source of that 'Meow' and there it was

One fat orange white fatty fatty tom cat

Sitting on top of the staircase, pouting,

So I told him to wait .I went inside grabbed a pack of biscuits, crushed em, laid it at the bottom of the stairs.
It stopped pouting, gave me one suspicious look.
Then slowly started climbing down, sat besides those biscuits ka tukda and looked at me with its big eyes.

I sat beside him. A little scared at first but I just kept patting it.
Like a good kitty it ate everything.

It looked happy

Then, ring-ring* WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?

I said tata to the kitty.

And ran.

*Sayali

'What does Sayali mean?' the question usually followed by 'what is your name?'
So here's to all those queries

Sayali -means a type of jasmine flower.

I clicked this at Sophia's , I love my college campus though it isn't as huge as K.J.Somaiya's. sigh.
P.S: I am not that fond of pink, but this one I love.

It all ends

HARRY POTTER
I absolutely LOVE call me crazy , mad , over-excited about harry potter, yes I am a pottermaniac.
It is the series I grew up reading , watching , eagerly waiting, spent painstakingly collecting stickers , cutting bits from magazines , carefully pasting them into my journal with such joy, print outs !
Yes, I was so devoted back then hah.
All the books are out now. But the movies, just the last one is yet to be released, the last time when I'll be all in a frenzy , sleepless nights , queing up for the best seats,  to watch the long awaited final chapter of this marvellous series, 15JULY 2011

Molly kill Bellatrix.
Kreacher fighting for Harry
Voldemort writhing in pain

Hogwarts in ruins !

Ah 15 July.

.

When it's all cloudy , cosy , lazy , cuddly atmoshpere around and all you want to do is nothing
This picture is clouds ka, one I clicked , kept editing till I ended up with this.

Don't Mess with Potter fans !

Result of my boredom

Loka kai boltil

Seriously this is one line which I detest. It is the first thing that comes out of some people's mouth.
As if they were born only to please people.
It is downright annoying when you tell them a plan maybe an idea or a passing thing and they go "Arrey Baap re, loka kai boltil?" or "log kya bolenge?" combined with their pathetic astonished look. It isn't just restricted to things that you have done .They will say that to things you are going to do, you are hoping to do, or even if you happen to mention it by mistake. But no they wont rest in peace even after LKB' bing your plans etc etc. Then they 'happen' to know every shitty thingy going nearby you ,they will make one conversation about it, you are uninterested ; they drag you down in that conversation, No/Yes dont satiate their needs, they will stick to you like headlice where only giving satisfactory answers will make em go away.
Worst part: These are unavoidable bumheads.

Smurfy night !

I am having a smurfy night.
Smurfy !
I have not met anyone who remembers the smurfs !

How smurfy can it be?smurfs how come no one watched it !SMURFS ! They were my favourite.The show used to be like 11.00 to 12.00 or 11.30 to 12.00 and my school used to start at 12.00 and I remember fighting with my mum everyday over that cartoon show and waiting till 12.00 watching it and then always running late to school getting late marks and getting punished everyday .

I loved watching smurfs . The papa smurf ,the teeny girl ,the blonde smurfette could be distinguished and the others had different natures as per their names like greedy smurf ,jokey smurf,grouchy smurf ,brainy smurf !! smurfs were way too smurfy !

adorable ,cute little smurfy smurfs !

Love story

well today
sitting alone at home,
with nothing to do,
online,
no texts,
no calls,
like my cell doesn't exist,
radio on,
pencils , 
posters,
inks,
candy sticks,
markers,
bowls,
palettes,
papers,
pink purple pens ,
HP books ,
choci ,
bits of paper ,
rubber bands ,
combs, all over the house ,
i look in the mirror shocked and happy to have my Long hair back,
well three years passed ,
somethings get better,
some worse,
people come ,
people go .
The papers , colors and pencil stay.