My blog is back.
I have heard the songs on the playlist so many times
that I don't know if they are playing anymore.
I have been doing so many things recently
that I don't know what I have to do next.
I just pick the first thing I see and do it.
If you call me I'll meet you forgetting
I have Plato's Republic to summarize.
Mommy tells me to clean my room
and I do so because I don't remember
if I have anything better to do.
Tomorrow I play the flute with the college band
on the 150th Anniversary of Bombay University.
This should be fun, with one day to practice.
Tomorrow I run to college, do a presentation
On David Scott Hume and his skepticism and run to
the University. These days I don't know what I am saying
don't ask me anything. I don't know what I am writing and
how I am writing. I can't think of tomorrow.
What is tomorrow? An imaginary thing to keep us going.
I think I live a moment over and over.

PS : Oh I also have a 3rd blog. Still working on it. Don't see it now! Its a long term thing. I have to do a lot of reading for it.

Till then, for all people who are busy and in need of love,
here is a big big hug,
chamki

Photo Friday : Portrait.

Nani's Portrait.Clicked by me. Nani= maternal granny

My Portrait. Clicked by my father when I was a tiny little creature.(was = still debatable)

See also my mommy's portrait posted earlier. I can't post the link to it. I still can't access my blog easily.

23rd July After Pirates of the Caribean

Sometimes a rope inside you tightens
the spark inside you brightens.
A spindle coils
and a crease soils.
A belt pushes your stomach in,
the wind unhooks the hair pin.
Signs, symbols, marks, labels
tags and boards, all point.
We need a compass. Jack Sparrows compass.

The stillness of the room, the dead of the air
the cloudy breath, all point to your death.
Let not the worlds swallow you,
for my compass still follows you.

Slow movement, dreamy eyes, sad demise
fire flies, silly white lies.
The key, the compass, the letter, the simile
function ,fall, flip, flicker finally
and bring me back to me.
I live on E, you are he.
Why doesn't your compass point to me?
The injured toe
the faltered woe
let her know or let her go.
The world where you belong is her place,
she longs for that world of light
from the back of the heads.
The seats of cloth and the feet.
The moving story of colour and fright
of magic and life.

I live no poem, I write none.
I live in a film and fight one.

All the people, all the heads
all the singles and all the weds,
walk and pass us by, in you my compass resides.
The compass, the one who decides.
The blue waters, the rings,
the sails and the wings.
Your eyes they unlock the treasure,
your arms, all I need for pleasure.

I live on E, you are he.

May be.

Last July, I couldn't bare my loneliness, the solitude. Today I feed of it. This peace ,the distant music. The wind turning the pin wheels. The tiny yellow bud which will bloom tomorrow is bobbing. Last July, I was trying to save my nest. This year I build a new one.

I'm not sure if I want someone to share these moments with me. I write them down and share them with all of you. I rarely put them down well. I feel I'm losing my powers lately.

Sometimes things harden inside you. You become brittle inside and your tears dry up to form a cyst around you. Only music penetrates me.

I dont read anymore. I cant . I don't look for him anymore.
I know the next song on the cd. I know the day, I know the night.
I know you don't like me.
I know they don't like me at class.
I know I want a cigarette sometimes.
I know I cant go away.

I want to go to a place which is mine.
Where I let people in and I let people out.
I cook. We listen to music and dance if we feel like. I like dancing.
We draw, or scribble in my book or on my walls. You take a nap, i lie beside you.
Watch movies together. Tell stories. Stare at the stars. Water my plants.
Read plays. I have a guitar buried under my bed, may be we could play some.
We could go to the strawberry fields forever.
I miss the Booboo Babies. We can be the Moment Makers.
You could draw I could colour. I could drive you could sing.
I could cut you could cook.
We could Esc and we could Delete.
We could Ctrl and we could Alt.
You can live and I could love. You could love and I could live.

We can close our eyes and see the picture perfect life inside.


Last line-Tracy Chapman, in broken.
Strawberry fields thanks to the Beatles.

Exercise # 1.6785

Im learning Subterranean Homesick Blues for fun.
Sing along. Dylan loves it.
Its a nice way to warm up for a long day of work.
It is the reason the repeat button was invented.

Film.

What is it that inspires us to write?
A moment , a feeling true enough
for us to feel?
Mine was played on reel
Drawn in steel.
The moment immortalized.
The moment we wish to idealize, realize.
Film, theatre, story, poem,
word, thought and fiction
fix the moment we wish to live in.
The knife, the kiss,
the war, the mist.
All so real
All so clever
All mystery and
all never
Adventure
Endeavour
Now and forever.

It is the key to immortality
no future, no present, no history
Our own heaven for discovery.
In my film, please let me be.

Hamsa's 50th post!

http://www.ninjaproxy.com/cgiproxy/nph-proxy.pl/010110A/http/iamfishing.blogspot.com/2006/07/every-day-is-rainy-day.html
hamsa is also me :)

Music

Music is an envelope
wrapping paper
blue and grey
strawberry flavour.
Its my aeroplane
my time machine
my middle name
my sunscreen.
My psycho-somatic disorder
it's my dark outline and border.

Music in the zig of the zip
Music in the tick of the click
Music in the hum of the slum
Music in the ooo of the blue
Music in the dish of the fish

Blogger Blocked In India

The Indian government has instructed Internet Service Providers (ISPs) to block 12 websites. The order has come in the wake of the Mumbai bomb blasts, and these websites are perceived to be anti-India. Unfortunately, one of these is blogger or blogspot.com, a Google affiliated site which hosts millions of blogs worldwide.

Sources in the government said that a circular was issued by the Home Affairs Ministry three days back asking the Ministry of Information and Technology to block the 12 websites which posted content maligning India. Hundreds of netizens tried unsuccessfully to log on to blogger.com on Monday. These bloggers exchanged flash messages to discover that none of them were being able to log on to the website.

Officials defended the decision saying, "We would like those people to come forward who access these (the 12) radical websites and please explain to us what are they missing from their lives in the absence of these sites."

MUMBAI, NEW DELHI, JULY 17:The fast-growing community of online bloggers has borne the brunt of the government’s decision to block some 20 websites in a post-Mumbai show of force. Some of the websites that have been blocked are Dalitstan.org, Clickatell.com, Hinduhumanrights.org and Hinduunity.com.

But the most harried Internet users were the bloggers, who couldn’t access Blogspot.com, Typepad.com or Geocities.com pages. Sources in ISPs in Delhi as well as Mumbai confirmed that the one blog government has asked them to block is Princesskimberly.blogspot.com.

It seems the order posed technical problems, resulting in a blanket ban on all blogs. ‘‘You cannot block a single page on blogspot.com, which is why all of them are getting blocked,’’ said Neha Viswanathan, Regional Editor, South Asia, Globalvoicesonline.org from London.

The Indian order was issued on July 13, sources in the Ministry of Telecom confirmed, though the Computer Emergency Response Team (India), part of a global cyber-security network set up three years ago, did not announce the bans officially.

Only sources in several ISPs such as Spectranet and Airtel confirmed that they had received the site-blocking order. R Grewal, a spokesperson for Spectranet confirmed: ‘‘We received a list of over 20 websites to block from the Department of Telecom, and this (Blogspot.com) was one of them.’’

Apparently, all the websites blocked are said to express “extreme religious views.”

MTNL officials said they were handed a 22-page document detailing the sites to block a month ago. “It came from the National Informatics Centre (NIC). It was the first time that they had done something of this nature,’’ says RH Sharma, sub-divisional engineer for MTNL in Delhi.

Government sources confirmed late in the evening that some websites have been blocked based on police reports that they were fuelling hatred. They denied that the Mumbai blasts had anything to do with censorship and that security checks on the blocked sites were on since before the terrorist attacks.

SULAKSHANAGUPTA@expressindia.com

I cannot create hyperlinks that's why I had to post these articles.
links from where you can get a lot more:
http://www.globalvoicesonline.org/2006/07/17/india-blocking-access-to-blogs-on-blogspot-and-typepad-in-india/
http://www.withinandwithout.com/?p=854
http://nonedone.blogspot.com
You can get to almost all the blogs and links you need to from these three.

Bypassing the ban: You can use http://www.ninjaproxy.com/OR http://pkblogs.com, to view ANY blog.

Blogger.

My blogger, your blogger is blocked by the Government of India.
Why? We don't know why?
We thought we could sit at home and type a few words here and there, which really don't mean anything do they?
Of course they do, once they start making sense we can't have them around.
Do we want to read the truth? Oh no... We simply want to lie about how brave we are.
We want to show the world we are a successful DEMOCRACY. We are not affected by the bombs.
We observe silence for 2 minutes to mourn for those who lost their lives in the blasts.
We try to silence all those who blog.
My blog, hardly mentions a third person other than me and a nameless S. How does this even affect the country?

Many many bloggers have begun to write about it. Nandan has a great plan.
I am going to talk about this in class and among the bloggers in my college.
My sister is making temporary blogs and spreading the news.

I am posting information while I am getting to know it. Thats why I recommend other links more than my words.

Common Cold?

Just a little earthquake?
Just a random time to pray?
Just another bloody day?
Just another time to break?
Small moments make my life
they fail to touch you
This shook me
Did it fuck you?

image: Mumbai Mirror
view NONEDONE's post.

Lova code

KHMLV TFBLS NTKGO
ARONL HOOOT SEYOA

KEY-514326

this is a code I have to decode
if you want to have fun try it.
Don't give me the answer.
Lova, I think there is something about BOOK in this.
I think I see the word.

No one will ever get this code!Because the key Lova gave is wrong! It should be 513426... and the answer is ... No, not so easy, if you want to know the answer why don't you try this code
GUNAXF SBEGUR OBBXZL YBATYB FGYBIN
clue: half of the cake
makes me smile
half of it baked
the rest takes a while
half half half

13th the friday, is 26 days away.
A to Z a million ways to say.
half of it makes your day.
half the cake on half the cake
half and half for the cake's sake.

Here is a picture of my umbrella and the tricks it can do.
Posted by Sin

painting the rain

teeny meeny
tiny shiney
rain drops sit on my grill,
and paint my window sill.
my paint brush drinks them in,
in the drawing colours fill
the green from the leaves
the blue from the sky
the red from my blush.
naughty naughty paint brush!

its all here

Love's A Game

I haven't met him but miss him already. I love him even before I know him.
I put on my grey tee and purple jacket, its chilly outside. The street lights reflect their golden glow on the wet road , droplets twinkle as they splash in puddles. Today I decided to take my white umbrella along. I have a rainbow coloured umbrella but I don't use it anymore. It lies in a corner like a distant memory. My white umbrella, like my loneliness, is my constant companion.

He might come walking, on crutches, in a rickshaws, in a car or on a bike.
The rain fell with a distorted hiss that only added to the music in my head. He could be here now,tomorrow or everyday. I wouldn't know. It's all a gamble. I'm bad with gambling. I don't gamble because I can't stand the loss. There is no reason why you lose. It's not like a game where you can better. You just aren't lucky. It's not really your fault. You haven't done anything and you can't do anything but try again.

At least I have The Magic Numbers .

Love's A Game

Oh maybe I think, maybe I don'’t
Maybe I will, maybe I won't
Find my way this time
I hear you calling me soon

One of these days
Somebody stays and somebody pays
It happens all the time
I’ll be leaving, believing you wanted me to

Maybe I'm a fool
For walking in line
Maybe I should try to lead this time
I'’m an honest mistake that you make
Did you mean to?
Did you mean
Did you mean

Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true

And they collared you up
And collared you down
And coloured you in
And I'’ve been waiting so long
To take you home

Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true

Stanzas are mentioned only once here.
They may be repeated in the original song.
Go buy the music!

Without a hug i feel half full

my room.

when you have to bite in your smile
hide it from the people on the street
you are accidentally in love.