tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13400074977004210772024-02-08T10:17:16.392+05:30on the road...flashes of my brilliance ;-)madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-41808504899408958532013-12-14T00:07:00.001+05:302013-12-14T00:07:57.972+05:30Ramon's city... Pari!Day 3,4 and 5 in geneva were dedictaed to the conference i was there to attend. And i could hardly run eloquent in the love the people there any more than i have already done, so after my stint in geneva (which was pleasant and awesome), i headed towards paris, very happily having save 140 francs from my original stash of money.The wonder began in switzerland itself. On the way, i saw scenery aptmadrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-70953390656646550072013-12-09T03:06:00.001+05:302013-12-09T03:06:47.571+05:30Je t'aime Geneva, Day 2The day started with butterflies in my stomach. I was in my hostel dorm, tucked into a very comfortable bed after a very relaxing sleep of 12 hours (which, mind you, happened after a half an hour long bath in a hot tub). But i had to live up to the expectations of this trip! I was in Europe! How can i lie heren bed when lying in bed is basically what i do every other ordinary day of my life! But madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-83186930668555832822013-12-08T02:08:00.001+05:302013-12-08T02:08:54.254+05:30Je t'aime Geneva...I arrived in geneva yesterday, apprehensive and scared about the stay that was going to be one of the firsts in my life... Alone, all by myself. I had decided to take everything one step at a time when i boarded the flight 12 hours ago. Getting to dubai was step one, and then, was getting to geneva. Now, i had to take trains in a city i was never before, to get to a place i had never been tomadrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-63797751482420031452013-10-30T15:37:00.002+05:302013-10-30T15:37:36.889+05:30Bates Motel: A&E, Norman's Hope
The Bates Motel
A&E
10 PM
When Robert Bloch wrote the Psycho back in the 1950s, I am sure he didn't imagine the number of renditions his novel would have, and that it would continue to inspire quite a number of film-makers and others even into the beginning of the second decade of the 21st century.
We have all heard of Hitchcock's Psycho, some of us have been brave enough to see it, and madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-79812657749142998422012-11-27T19:35:00.002+05:302012-11-27T19:35:36.510+05:30song of the day 1
today, i start with my project 'song of the day'
every day, i will write about music that transcends everything, a song that strung a chord without a reason. maybe i will look for that reason, and maybe, that reason will lead me somewhere else.
there will be no boundaries of language, genre or performer.
i will listen to what my actions lead me to.
right now, my music is coming from a random madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-26739689556986797262011-07-17T22:15:00.002+05:302011-07-17T22:29:12.826+05:30julie, julia and airteli was watching Julie & Julia today... something that inspired me to take up my long forgotten blog and prod it to see if it was still alive... i hoped that the come back would be an example of some brilliant word play or an example of some kind of awesomeness that only Barney Stinson is capable of... but heck no... Airtel wouldn't let me have that glory...i was preparing to write something no madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-27161433438549435932010-06-23T20:01:00.000+05:302010-06-23T20:02:00.759+05:30inspiration IIwhen i openned my cupboard i had since i was 8, in the smell of the old clothes folded with nepthalene balls since ages, when i openned the windows of the room, in the smell of the rain falling on the dust of the panes, when i openned my books, no, ran my hands through them in the smell of the flipping pages now yellowed with time, when i openned the doors to walk through the rooms, in the smell madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-25280251253892957222010-05-12T16:55:00.000+05:302010-05-12T16:56:23.214+05:30inspiration 1when hope was lostand faith astraywhen life was deadand death in light's haywhen the smiles were goneand tears ruledwhen blessings were emptyand curses drooledwith black clouds abovewhen the sky was darkwhen graves had openedwhere the lightning had struckwhen the sun had seton all civilizatoni found you and found inspirationmadrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-75311465083781879372010-04-22T14:49:00.003+05:302010-04-22T15:32:44.888+05:30i feel for both the soldiers...Some days back, the Hindu reported the 'celebration' of the slaying of 76 CRPF soldiers in JNU. I read the piece and sat back staring at the ceiling for at least 15 minutes. i wondered, what is wrong with us? Us... not the JNU community, not the student community, not the men or the women... us, as in the human beings. why have we divided the world and shoved each of the halves forcefully behind madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-35884761145596253472009-11-19T20:09:00.000+05:302009-11-19T20:10:20.010+05:30hold me close...Hold me Closehold me close...let me see that smile of yourshold me closelet me hear your heart beathold me closefor i want you to say my namehold me closefor i want it to stay the samelet the world pass bylet us stand like thisin this moment sealed with lovewith passion standing guardand the heavens our witnesses abovehold me near, hold me tightpromise me that you will stand by my sidewhen hope madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-72073215862280436562009-11-17T23:32:00.002+05:302009-11-17T23:38:44.627+05:30november rainand it rainedin november...yesterday, no, yesternight...when drunk with passionwild with lovemad with hatreddriven by heavens aboveyou rode to kill me...and yourself,defying the worldand the god himselfyet you chose...chose to save mewhen lightning struckand blood and loveboth ran amokstanding under those treesthat loomed like guardiansor witnesses to the actof such profound lovewhen you looked madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-25810405796979030292009-11-14T23:30:00.000+05:302009-11-14T23:31:40.315+05:30for sachin- the goddear sachin,for twenty years you have carried the hopes of an entire nation on your shoulders. for twenty years you have been the ray of light in thunderous nights when all seemed lost for the country. for twenty years you have sacrificed your sleep, rest, peace, love life, wife, kids, family, in short, all the luxuries that an ordinary man can afford; to bring joy to the millions who swear by madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-14613411755903103522009-01-05T14:21:00.002+05:302009-01-05T14:27:31.700+05:30tied and tornpulled between twoyours and theirsexpectationsdies a deathmy desire, merevelationsthe red dragonseers in me its ugly headnow alive now deadshall i kill youor myselfthe goblin or the elfnonsense you saynonsense i saynonsense it islet it rule...madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-58876706129128476572009-01-03T23:35:00.002+05:302009-01-03T23:49:19.612+05:30bang bang1st jan 2009another yearanother monthanother dayanother blast...5 deadmany injuredmany all the more scaredi am scared too...the bombs ripped through my state todaya place too scarily close to my father's officealmost a whisker's differencesomeone might have not been that luckysome daughter, some sonsome family, some one...it was my state todaytomorrow it might be yoursthe day after, some other'simadrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-43546974080279472542008-11-30T15:44:00.001+05:302008-11-30T15:50:17.968+05:30pain...perhaps that's the only emotion that i can feel now.. as i skimmed through the news papers i had been so avoiding since the 28th, there was no way the tears so carefully stored somewhere for some happy occasion could refuse to come. long time since my grandfather died, i howled. i howled for all those people in all those pictures who were caught in the photographers' cameras in muted despair. madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-64044759547138865592008-11-21T13:21:00.004+05:302008-11-21T13:45:05.325+05:30second consecutive day in the JNU library...well well... i am sitting on the computer adjacent to the one i had hijacked yesterday...but there is something else that drives me to write this now...i can see the same neem tree where the little bird sat yesterday, and the same sun trying to cast shadows...but the tree reminded me of something else today...a train of thought had followed when i looked at it. they worship the need tree madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-71656498273125287572008-11-20T14:01:00.002+05:302008-11-20T14:30:31.349+05:30in the JNU library...drooling from the right corner of my mouth, as i was looking out of the windows of the cyber library, through the beautiful beige sun shields put up there with the afternoon sun trying to get past them and reach us to create unfinished, abstract and somewhat beautiful shadows near the uninterrupted power supply box for the computers, at the tiny silhouette of the bird sitting on one of the madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-29507269070941273362008-05-17T20:24:00.002+05:302008-05-17T20:28:25.455+05:30brain scan?sskfjgwoirtgjwvnofi ninvw ionwoeirnvifnbiwutjgwmvi mvomwieorjmgoiwrnvkfmv mvwoieprj\gpi mgnivremvorefmbriwirbtwrptobprobjw094j0m0nbwmibtij309j903bjmimbsmkviwj3tijbkslmflkmb0rtkbtkrbmribmokmbgitmboitmv iovm img v] mvw]eo gmeromg oempowe ]me]w pogmpmweinb]vm ]rwe]rt]b m pmw vmwpormgw mowi gowirng oviwe oirngiw nggigjhpiohgpownbw c]wp ngirgn[w' nwirjgpoiwjo4i3gnoiwn n[oiwig nj oijio[nm UPSC madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-18535226304199929002008-05-13T22:19:00.002+05:302008-05-13T22:21:10.042+05:30written in typical womanly frustration...no it is not pms...it is so difficult to take airs from someone, right? specially when it is someone whom, in ordinary circumstances you won't even look at...let alone fight with?awwwwwww...it just rips my nerves apart to do this...but i guess...stuff have to be done to survive in this world...madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-53561648094910081282008-05-09T21:41:00.002+05:302008-05-09T21:59:55.532+05:30just an old memory...i come from a college where every extra curricular activity was the topmost priority for the interested students, much to the displeasure of the teachers...and with the weapon of internal assessment (now what that is, is another story) the teachers threatened not to give us any attendence if we do not attend classes on the pretext of dance or music classes...so, it so happened that the theatre madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-26981178584290349302008-05-09T21:34:00.002+05:302008-05-09T21:39:20.585+05:30relief...relief...it just sweeps over you, doesn't it?or makes you leave yourself in its arms like the last time you did at the dance with the guy you had a crush on, doesn't it?it just leaves you feeling phewwwwwwwww...almost like the bliss after a night of love?almost like after your first orgasm?it just is so relaxing that everything else matters so freakin less...right?i just felt all this at the samemadrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-71916856902372535152008-05-08T23:14:00.002+05:302008-05-08T23:32:19.624+05:30boyfriends couldn't care less...ya, that's true...no, it's definitely not..these are my answers to the two questions that would pop into the minds of people who actually bother to read my blog... (i am not sure there are many, but i like to be optimistic)it is true that i think like this and no, this is not another male bashing site of a disillusioned feminist just out of an english honors course in college...it just says from madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-57104748133720795152008-05-07T20:13:00.002+05:302008-05-07T20:23:34.180+05:30old spot of gold...its freakin hot here in delhi...and all those who study in jnu or anywhere in the city, and who are originally from colder regions of the world will understand what i mean...the road actually seems to be made of fire! you walk, you get scathed, you ride, you get scathed, you exist and you get scathed from head to toe in the heat...in this heat, sippin' on a cold drink (it says orange on the labelmadrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-18548092057527869802008-05-03T22:18:00.002+05:302008-05-03T22:24:52.928+05:30i am so freakin irritated with the 'can we have friendship?' 'can we friens???' ' do we have friendship' and other super stupid questions that i am forced to face in community sites...without any warning...such question, hideously, atrociously and outrageously grammatically wrong jump at me from the computer screens at all times from the pc window...mornig, evening, noon, night..they leave no madrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340007497700421077.post-30950820323386338222008-03-14T20:04:00.002+05:302008-03-14T20:17:00.333+05:30a chat i had with one of my dearest and closest friends...The following is a chat i had with one of my closest friends Shruti Sareen (SS is what I call her).We have a bond that cannot be easily understood by many...we hurl insults at each other at the drop of a hat. Someone who would overhear would have his eyebrows disappear into his hair, but we never mind...One of our english teachers told our class one day that at one point of time in the history ofmadrikakotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821488593404037939noreply@blogger.com3