Saturday, June 27, 2009

Swan Song


The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear; ...
But anon her awful jubilant voice,
With a music strange and manifold,
Flow’d forth on a carol free and bold;
As when a mighty people rejoice
With shawms, and with cymbals, and harps of gold...
~Tennyson's The Dying Swan


I came across this verse by Tennyson (my favoritest poet of all time) a few days ago, and had the photo to match. Hmm, no, I think I matched the verse to the photo.....anyhow, I just thought that I'd like to dedicate it to Michael Jackson, it seems to...fit. I've never really been a huge fan of his, but I do respect him as an artist. And I *love* Heal the World. So. RIP.

Image Copyright 2009.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Of Photography

Oh, what a week! I’ve been out and about so much that I can’t even recall what I’ve been up to! Which suits me just fine. I’ve realized I’m happiest when I’m busy. Not that I don’t have time to get bored, that could never happen. I vaguely recollect whining about it in the recent past. But all in all, though I can’t exactly quantify what I’ve been doing this summer (and though my to-do list still remains unscratched), I’m quite happy with the progress I’m making (again, not quantifiable. Or explicable. You get the drift. ^^). And I have a feeling it’s going to get better.

On Monday, me and the best friend conducted our first-ever photo shoot with a model, a concept, 3 stools, a carpet, an umbrella, 2 cameras, flowers and three bagfuls (is that a word?) of stuff. After a lot of brainstorming and photostream browsing, we finally managed to zero in on a levitation concept that seemed too awesome to be true. But we couldn’t find balloons. Sniff.


Shooting was fun, minus all the greasy-haired, cell-phone-waving, gaping, gawking guys that come to a pretty place like Nehru Park for some reason that I have failed to fathom. Atleast the ones without girlfriends. We got a pretty clear view of what the ones with girlfriends come there for. For once, I was pretty thankful that I’m near-blind without my glasses. Hee.



But anyway, check out what we came up with! I’m pretty proud of us, if I say so myself! I couldn’t use Photoshop to save my life till four days back, but today I did a nice little editing job while talking on the phone at the same time. Ah, I knew it, if so many others could do it, why on earth wouldn’t I be able to? :P So there you have it, a sample for all the lazy gophs who don’t like clicking the links so painfully provided to view:


Here’s to many more to come. *toasts*
Note: All images are copyrighted. Please do not use without permission. Respect the model.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Allez

Ah, what a day! Or rather, what an end to it. Being fully aware that my tennis-related posts never garner many comments, I still feel the compulsive need to post about this...epoch in my life, if you will. 

Since my TV still refuses to chow Star Sports, I haven't been able to watch a single tennis match this year. Why don't you get it repaired, you might ask. It's because I'm lazy. Thank you. So anyway, I couldn't possibly miss this particular match, where Roger would possibly make history. With Nadal safely out of the way and his conqueror across the net, Federer finally did what he had been waiting for for so long. No wonder he sobbed. I like guys who sob, I've realised. Not those who sob all the time, you know, but it's nice to know they can and be reminded once in a while. Whoever started this concept of crying being a womanly thing anyway? 

Of course, Nids' couldn't stand it. She thought he was weird, and strangely enough, that I was weird too. She also thinks Mirka is weird and crying is weird. Weird.

The match wasn't too long or close, to say the least, except the second set. But that was probably because Federer was too distracted by the weirdo who got onto the court and started waving a Spanish flag in his face. Even tried to drape it around him and put a beret on his head. ( I missed that because Nids' insisted on watching Wizards of Waverly Place for some reason. She is such a kid.) But anyway, shocking really. All everyone was thinking was "it could have been a knife...". A Monica Seles all over again. And plenty of people could be out to get Federer. *shudder*


But funny man, really. Imagine getting 30 seconds of fame for waving a flag. Probably had one drink too many. And not a word about the incident in today's paper, strangely...

But when all was said and done, Federer was in total command out there. He hardly made any mistakes, played the most artistic of shots and deserved his win. No one could have looked happier Oh wait, he was crying...when presented the trophy by his good friend Andre. I couldn't understand his victory speech coz he spoke in French. Seriously, he is so awesome. He speaks four languages. Fluently. Hotness. 

He has named his latest prize "Coupe des Mousquetaires" and introduced her to us on Facebook. He is so awesome. (Have I mentioned that already?). But yeah, he is. 

Oh, what does that "coupe" thing mean? Anyone? I did learn some new French words yesterday. Jeu, quinze, trente, quarante. Forgotten how to pronounce them, though.

French sucks. 

But the French Open doesn't, anymore. :)

Update: I found wedding pictures! Look how happy they are! Awww. And people are hilarious, there are speculations as to whether he will name the baby Roland, lmao! 

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Bouillabaisse

This summer is turning out quite ok. I don't really have time to get bored! I can't exactly quantify what I've been doing, but I'm never idle, and that's a feat for sure. Since mom and dad aren't home, I can feel shoots of responsibility sprouting up in me and I find myself cleaning without being asked! Wonder of wonders, life does funny things.

I watched Erin Brockovich today. Fun. I wish I could talk like that :( Also loved Renaissance Man. I think I'll do a whole post on movies soon. Internships and photography have taken a back seat for now, though I did have one memorable session shooting myself with a guitar et al. I say memorable; it was more of a catastrophe than anything else. The light was wrong, the camera had to be balanced on a chair and a Harry Potter and I had precisely 10 seconds to set it up, grab the guitar, run pass the chair on which it was kept (taking care not to move it by even a nano-inch or the camera would fall), hold the guitar in a pro-like position so as to not betray that I'm actually a poser, compose my face and be still. Several hours and several hundred shots later (okay, slight exaggeration), I did not get a single shot that was actually nice. Photography is fun? Not. 

I think I had an easier time than good ol' Nids, though. She's stopped blogging, sadly enough, and nothing I say seems to convince her otherwise. Worry not, I'm still trying. But her photography is somethin' amazing.

In other news, the French Open is pretty eventful this year. Last year, me and Sonal were writing an analysis on it for a magazine that never saw the light of day (ok, weird). But this year's just full of upsets. Not only are both defending champions out, but so are several other high ranked players. In the fourth round, at that. But I didn't gloat. I just get better every year :)

Which reminds me of a conversation I had with this guy in my class a couple of years ago. He said the day Nadal loses the French will come after I'm married (or some such thing). May I please be excused now? I have a phone number to find.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Dolce vita, my foot

Anyway.

The poster of New Moon is out.

Pretty decent, I think. I don't really like Bella's Kirsten's expression much, but no surprises there. Jacob, to my relief, looks very nice with short hair, which is a good thing because he's the best part of New Moon. Edward, I think, is going to continue that white-faced-lipstick-ed look because of which he failed to send a single shiver up my spine while watching Twilight. Which (in case you're new to this) is blasphemy. I like what he's wearing though.

And yes, I'm a Twilit/Twilighter/Twihard or whatever the fans of this series are called. Have been one since last...September, was it? Why I like the books is a whole different post. On second thoughts, lets skip it altogether, shall we? Let it suffice to say that I don't appreciate its criticism or spoofing in my (or my blog's) presence. 

Oh, and, guys like it too. I love reading their reports, especially this one and THIS ONE. Haha, unbelievable.

I keep forgetting what I have to post. 

Oh yeah, check out this video. The song in itself is pretty hilarious, but me and Nids nearly died laughing watching this. It's the song as interpreted by this international comedian. (I only clicked on it because I spied chocolate chip cookies in his hand).

And did I mention I hate cricket? And IPL? Pfft. I went to the mall the other day and was pleasantly surprised to see many cute-ish guys. I wondered what they were doing there. Then I found out the mall was showing the semi-final on a (ta daaa) big screen. *eyeroll* I went to the family club for dinner yesterday. Guess what? Yeah. And this time there was also an irritating emcee tempting people to win stuff (every time she started speaking, Sahil muttered "Swatchwatch, win a Swatchwatch" under his breath. I'm going to hate Swatch watches from now, I just know it) and real live cheerleaders. Cheerleaders, I ask you. 

Cricket attracts people in our country like flies are attracted to dung. Or however the simile goes.

Just in case you were wondering, the title (well, the first two words) mean "sweet life" in Italian. The rest is self explanatory. Yeah. I'm flunking my German exam, so I might learn Italian next. Or Spanish. And I'm going to study photography in Italy next year. Or Spain.

I will I will I will.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Violence Gets Younger

A first-grader shoots his classmate to death because he doesn’t “like” her. A youth murders his invigilator for not allowing him to cheat on an exam. A group of eleven, after a game of cricket, forcefully beat up a boy and rape his girlfriend. Another high school student goes on a shooting spree, killing some of his fellow students and staff.

A pattern can be noticed here. Not only do a majority of these incidents involve the youth, but nearly all such incidents involve males. There seems to be a gender divide as far as aggressive and harmful activities are concerned. Nine out of ten cases of hit and run or of underage, over-speed driving involve males. Nine out of ten rapes involve youths below the age of 30—it is a universal fact, and not just in India—that rapists are getting younger. The fact that minors cannot be imprisoned and are, admittedly unfairly, let off easy, might be a major reason for the lack of threat they feel from the law. For instance, in many cases of drunk driving in Delhi, parents bail out their children or they get off with minor punishments, at the most doing a drill directing traffic. So much for a life lost or an injury sustained.

Having made these generalizations, the aim of this article is not to slander any particular group or gender of society. It is only an attempt to see a pattern, and to try and understand why this trend is on a rise. Reasons for such crimes, of course, may be in most cases personal. However, we cannot ignore the fact that certain triggers or methodologies of thinking are also leading to an increase in this perversion of thought. The media is one of them. Films and television shows, including cartoons targeted at young children, depict an increased rate of violence. It is a psychologically established fact that even children of the age of 2-3 years are intelligent enough to recognize violence, and they do not realize that what they are viewing is not a part of reality. Cartoons like Batman, Power Rangers and X-Men depict violence in every single episode. It is no wonder then that children exposed to this may turn to it as a solution to their own problems, and think that the only method of getting their way is by beating the “enemy” up. Moreover, the perpetrator of violence is often glorified, and this sends out a dangerously wrong message to the society. Not only does it encourage imitation, but it also sows the seed of the idea of escaping justice and punishment. Movies like Rambo and The Brave One bring forth the idea of the complete absence of justice in the society. Video games are another source exposed to children that encourage them to “fight” and “kill”, some being particularly violent and with extreme explicit graphic content.

Music has also been known to initiate and cause aggressive reactions, especially certain genres like hard rock and metal. Concerts, like that of the Rolling Stones in 1991 in Missouri, have ended with outbreaks of actual riots, this particular case involving 2500 youths, and injuring 60. The behavior at concerts is often frantic. However, even in the safety of one’s home, it is amazing how a song can initiate so much violence. A student in America killed his mother before committing suicide, and was known to have been humming a song about blood and killing one’s mother for a week before that. Songs with names and lyrics have also been known to trigger such reactions. Although it would be wrong to simply say that all such music perpetrates violence and should therefore be avoided, the attraction of music especially for the youth is something we cannot dismiss.

With so many wrong signals being sent out unwittingly to the audience, is wrong to expect the obvious to follow? The role of parents in bringing up their children as responsible citizens, then, is of paramount importance. They need to censor and keep tabs on what their children are being exposed to, and shouldn’t be too liberal in what they allow their children to do. There is a time and place for everything, but some things are best left out. The human psyche is in constant search for the new and the unexplored. This same trait, in a skewered mentality, harbors a threat to the entire society, for a perpetrator of violence leads not only to his own downfall (if at all) but to that of innocent victims, which violates a citizens’ right to security and leads undoubtedly to a very unhealthy society.
[Originally written for and published in The Viewspaper]

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Happy Birthday to You <3

Aaaaaaaand, we (that is to say, myself and Reflections) turn TWO today. Hip hip hurray *jumps up and down* (not really)

Unlike last year, I really can't think of any special way to celebrate. I still marvel at the journey and how much I've grown *snigger*, and I'm obviously grateful to my readers too. Y'know what, just read last year's post :)

Besides, I'm wearing my year-old glasses so can't see much. And I already had vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce *slurp*


But here's cake, want a piece? 


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