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September 27 .....nervousness is in the air confusions around me are seated on chairs they refuse to get up and go I, in the centre, am walking to and fro they're happily blowing up their balloons amongst them, I feel like a goon ugly and pretty their whole fraternity cannot define the face of this amazing race the race of these elements that deface the face of my future and present blow them, burn them, sweep them off my sight let me run, let me take to flight I'd like to share another pic that I clicked a day before. Look at the rainbow-like colors at the top of the cloud! I was wondering if it's a rainbow. It wasn't.  September 26 My hatreds unleashed!!I hate people who
September 25 Bitten by the ANONYMITY bug. Ouch!The feeling of anonymity takes over me at times. I feel low. I feel like just another person in the crowd. I feel bad about not standing out of it. I feel bad about not being able to make a mark. I, as an individual, hold an identity. Is it my name? No. I share it with hundreds of people around. Then, is it my PAN card or my passport? They are unique for me. But then, every other individual has them. They get identified by them, like I do. So what is it that makes me different? Is there something that only I possess? I haven't found anything yet. Why do people call me different? Is it because my behavior is different from other girls? Or because I talk, walk, eat, drink, and sleep in a different manner? Or because I think differently? Yes, I do. I think weird. I think strange. I think extra-terrestrial. I think about what doesn't exist. But then, I know many of you do. Then WHAT? Will I remain an anonymous person? Will I die without achieving something that would make me stand out? No. I don't desire to become famous. I don't desire to achieve fame by doing something different. I only desire to satisfy myself as an individual.  On second thoughts, yesterday, I was wondering if the birds get a heart-attack! They have a heart, right? I saw a couple of crows busy pecking at a piece of bread. They all looked similar. Black. Is black their identity? Do they not feel anonymous anytime? Are they happy being just one amongst the flock? And then, there was this anonymous crow, sitting on the branch of an anonymous tree, wondering about his anonymity. Or may be, I am just too weird to involve crows in my anonymous discussion!  September 22 Woohooo!FIANLLY, I've been able to upload the Kumartuli pics. Phew! :p Check the album "Visit to Kumartuli". For any clarifications on who's who, contact Divoo :D Awrite, I'm half-buried under in work right now. I hope I'd be in a better position tomorrow!  Ok now check these out! :D   Isn't it an amazing amazing sky!!  The time difference between these two pics is around 10 minutes.That's what the Kolkata sky generally looks like around Durga Puja. The people here say so! Btw, it's been POURING since 2 days here! September 20 No woohoo from DivooDivoo has written nothing new.  Divoo has no time to write.  Divoo is feeling dull.  Divoo's brain has fallen asleep and isn't waking up.  Divoo's brain is overworked I guess because Divoo is working overtime since 2 days.  Divoo would take some time to upload more pictures after fixing the stupid msn problem.  Divoo apologises for not being able to visit your space because she has NO time.  Why? Divoo would like to quote the same ol' phrase again - "Divoo is buried under work."  September 18 A visit to KumartuliThe Puja time is nearing and I can already see the high spirits and color in Kolkata's air. I visited a place called "Kumartuli" yesterday, where they make the idols for Puja. The unfinished and the almost-done Durga idols were as great a sight as the actual final idols would be. It was a busy place with the artisans engrossed in giving the final touches to the idols. Most of them were busy painting the Durga idols with bright yellow, red, and green colors. The most striking feature of the Durga idols is the eyes. The eyes are painted in a way that depicts the Goddess's mood. From a calm and a serene look to a furious and angry look, I saw them all.   I'd never seen such huge idols being built and painted so it was quite interesting for me and my camera. I could spot a couple of more enthusiasts that made me feel less awkward otherwise I thought that I'm the only fool clicking around. I got one of mine clicked with Ganesha'a idol. Look at the difference in our sizes! :D (ye ye ye, I can hear you calling me skinny, bony, noodle, vermicelli, etc etc etc lol. that's my default shape; can't help it :D)  While returning from Kumartuli, we stopped at the bank of Ganges river to look at the lovely colors of the sky, a smoky black cloud, and their reflection in water. I spent almost 15 minutes to focus and capture this beauty. Have a look. :)  I'll upload the rest of the pictures later cuz' right now, msn isn't letting me do that. I wonder why! :-| September 15 I'm content...This is about something that I hear and observe almost daily, somewhere or the other. People talk about it most of the time. They show it in the movies and the TV serials. Everyone's aware of it. Everyone discusses about it. Yet, the situation is worsening. This is what I feel cuz' I've never heard any good words till date. It's a mother's voice, as is. She doesn't intend to complain. She just wants to be heard. She has no hard feelings. But, she does feel bad at times, cuz' she's a human being. But then, she's a mother too. And that's why, she forgives and ignores. You've given me shelter although, it's just a corner yet I'm content You give me tea in the morning although, I don't get to have it with you yet I'm content I get the three meals on time although, they're not as great as what you eat yet I'm content You take me to the doctor although, you forget to ask how I am the next day yet I'm content I wait for you to come back from work in the evening although, you forget to sit with me and talk yet I'm content I overhear that you'd be out of town for a week although, you could have informed me yet I'm content I thank you for all that you have done for me Son God bless you I always treated you as my daughter although, for you, I'm just the mother-in-law yet I'm content I've always wanted to teach you new dishes although, you always manage to point out mistakes in what I cook yet I'm content You've always longed for my sarees although, you always ridiculed my dressing sense yet I'm content I've given you all what I have although, you tease me for hiding things from you yet I'm content I take pride in talking about you although, you're ashamed to present me in front of your friends yet I'm content You shop around for hours although, you don't have time to take me to the temple yet I'm content You call me for meals on time daily although, you forget to address me as "mom" yet I'm content I thank you for being a nice wife to my Son, Daughter God bless you You imitate my limp and laugh at it although, you can't feel the pain in my knee yet I'm content Your mobile's ring is always audible to you although, you dont listen when I call out for you yet I'm content I always ask you about studies although, I'm not even aware of what standard you're in yet I'm content I'd always wanted to sing you a lullaby although, I don't understand rock music yet I'm content I always try to prepare nice dishes for you although, you're ashamed to sit with me at the table yet, I'm content At times, I want you to sit with me and talk although, you're too busy playing games on your pc yet, I'm content I like buying clothes for you although, you call them old-fashioned and never wear them yet, I'm content I thank you for being a good Son to my Son God bless you I am old like a dry leaf, colorless after a wither You're young like a fresh flower, full of color I know that I don't suit your garden and I make it look ugly don't worry I'll soon be gone all of a sudden I've lived my life for you although, I'm not that great a part of your life yet, I'm content, being your mother I thank you all God bless you!  September 14 Happy Birthday Dear Space :)I'm just another blogger my space is just another space but today I remember the day when I stepped in here and entered the blog race It isn't a race though I used race to rhyme with space It's a bond that binds us all and lets us share what we don't or we're reluctant to with words, not face to face It lets me cry and jump with joy It lets me vent my frustrations and my hesitations It lets me come out of my shell It lets me shed the "me" that's coy So how could have I forgotten this day, that's today I give a great hug and I give a sweet kiss to my dear space cuz' it's her BIRTHDAY  September 13 do d d d dooWhy's there nothing for me to post: 1. A stupid virus has attacked my pc. I'm still battling with it. 2. I'm buried under work (sounds like a nice phrase..not able to do any work though) 3. My mind refuses to think creatively. 4. It's not raining today 8-| Anyway, check this out: http://www.freestuffhotdeals.com/hacker/1.html It's a nice puzzle that looks stupid in the beginning but gets interesting after some time. Try it!  September 11 The devil's black circlesThey have been there on the bedsheet, on the bed-stand, and on the speakers that were lying near the bed. Yesterday, I saw them on my T-shirt that was lying on the bed. I saw a tiny one on Shweta's (my roommate) C# book as well. Small, round, and black, they looked as if someone had painted them there. Those spots have been confusing us since a week.
Bedsheet is where I observed them first. I wondered about their existence. Who'd have sprayed this black thing on my bedsheet? Some wood-work was going on at that time in our room so I thought that the carpenters must have accidently spilled something. But then, it didn't look as if some liquid has been spilled. Sprayed is the right word.
Yesterday morning, Shweta woke up with two of them on her night-suit. We checked the window, the roof, the door, and all other inlets. We checked the curtains to see if there are any spots on them. There were none. And then, we found some on a magazine. A couple of those black dots with halos around them.
We'd already racked our brains a lot to find out about the origin of the spots. Finally, we informed our land-lady about them. We showed her around in our room. We showed her all the spots and she too wondered about the odd places where we found them and about how they landed there. She was concerned. We were confused. Now, we're scared. Scared of sleeping on that bed. Scared of staying in that room.
Shweta said that we'd sleep in the other room. I said okay. After having dinner, she said that we shouldn't be that scared and that we'd sleep in the same room.
We were watching a movie yesterday night. Shweta was lying on the bed and I was sitting on it. Suddenly, the big iron rod that held the curtains behind us fell down with a big bang. It headed straight towards Shweta's head but she was quick enough to react and hold it just an inch above her head. She looked at me and I looked at her with a half-open mouth. We didn't say a word and put the rod back at its place.
After the movie got over, Shweta picked up her bedding and said, "Let's sleep in the other room." I followed her as I saw a fresh big black spot on the bathroom door smiling at me.
 September 08 Tra la la laaaaaacomplicated
arguments
about useless worries about a non-existent mess fuss over nonsense egos big and dense Have fun and have a great weekend :D
September 07 Just for funInspired by Mr. Hunter's blog, I took the Are you Bipolar and the Ink blot tests. Both of them are quite interesting, especially the Ink Blot one. Here are my results:
Gosh! Mr. Hunter, after looking at your results, I'm feeling disappointed and embarrassed with mine! Do I seriously need to see a doctor? Am I that unstable? :-s The Ink blot test took some time but gave nice results. I almost agree with it.
Divya, your subconscious mind is driven most by Love
Your instinct to love and be loved is rooted very deeply in your
subconscious and affects most of the decisions you make in life —
whether you are aware of it or not. I recommend this test, if you've not taken it yet. It's interesting, confusing, exciting, and fun. :) September 06 Something on Nothing Do you feel something when you're surrounded by nothingness? It's good to think of nothing at times. By the way, if we're thinking of nothing, are we actually thinking of something?? Something that's nothing, still something! :-| Is nothing something? :-\ ----- September 05 On the Teachers' DayI'd read a short story about the "Creation of a Teacher" once. Let me share it with you today.
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THE CREATION OF THE TEACHER
Author Unknown The Good Lord was creating teachers. It was His sixth day of 'overtime' and He knew that this was a tremendous responsibility for teachers would touch the lives of so many impressionable young children. An angel appeared to Him and said, "You are taking a long time to figure this one out."
"Yes," said the Lord, " but have you read the specs on this order?"
TEACHER:
... must stand above all students, yet be on their level
... must be able to do 180 things not connected with the subject being taught ... must run on coffee and leftovers, ... must communicate vital knowledge to all students daily and be right most of the time ... must have more time for others than for herself/himself ... must have a smile that can endure through pay cuts, problematic children, and worried parents ... must go on teaching when parents question every move and others are not supportive ... must have 6 pair of hands. "Six pair of hands, " said the angel, "that's impossible".
"Well, " said the Lord, " it is not the hands that are the problem. It is the three pairs of eyes that are presenting the most difficulty!" The angel looked incredulous, " Three pairs of eyes...on a standard model?"
The Lord nodded His head, " One pair can see a student for what he is and not what others have labeled him as. Another pair of eyes is in the back of the teacher's head to see what should not be seen, but what must be known. The eyes in the front are only to look at the child as he/she 'acts out' in order to reflect, " I understand and I still believe in you", without so much as saying a word to the child."
"Lord, " said the angel, " this is a very large project and I think you should work on it tomorrow".
"I can't," said the Lord, " for I have come very close to creating something much like Myself. I have one that comes to work when he/she is sick.....teaches a class of children that do not want to learn....has a special place in his/her heart for children who are not his/her own.....understands the struggles of those who have difficulty....never takes the students for granted..."
The angel looked closely at the model the Lord was creating.
"It is too soft-hearted, " said the angel. "Yes," said the Lord, " but also tough, You can not imagine what this teacher can endure or do, if necessary".
"Can this teacher think?" asked the angel.
"Not only think," said the Lord,. "but reason and compromise."
The angel came closer to have a better look at the model and ran his finger over the teacher's cheek.
"Well, Lord, " said the angel, your job looks fine but there is a leak. I told you that you were putting too much into this model. You can not imagine the stress that will be placed upon the teacher."
The Lord moved in closer and lifted the drop of moisture from the teacher's cheek. It shone and glistened in the light.
"It is not a leak," He said, "It is a tear."
"A tear? What is that?" asked the angel, "What is a tear for?"
The Lord replied with great thought, " It is for the joy and pride of seeing a child accomplish even the smallest task. It is for the loneliness of children who have a hard time to fit in and it is for compassion for the feelings of their parents. It comes from the pain of not being able to reach some children and the disappointment those children feel in themselves. It comes often when a teacher has been with a class for a year and must say good-bye to those students and get ready to welcome a new class."
"My, " said the angel, " The tear thing is a great idea...You are a genius!!"
The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
On the lighter side...
September 04 Mis-museYesterday, I visited the Indian Museum, Kolkata. I was quite excited about visiting this place but it didn't turn out to be that exciting. It's not that I don't like looking at and admiring the old Buddha statues, the huge skeletons of dinosaurs and elephants, or the Egyptian paintings and mummies; it's their condition and the way they'd been displayed that pissed me off. Tell me how'd you feel after entering a huge damp hall where the plaster is coming off the walls, the dirt-covered and blackened webs are hanging from the corners, and huge black pedestal fan is constantly trying to blow you away? Moreover, the way they'd placed the ancient stones, rocks, and the mining equipment in the cabinets was pathetic. The cabinets were cluttered and so were the items inside them. Although, each one of them had proper labels on them, yet they were placed haphazardly.
In order to carry your camera inside, you need to take permission slip that costs you 50 bucks. Alright. We were carrying two of them so we took two slips and paid 100. Inside each hall, after every 5-10 minutes, some or the other person used to come to us and check our slip. That seemed quite irritating after sometime, but then, we ignored it thinking that it's a part of their duty to do so. On the walls, after every inch, they'd placed video cameras for security reasons. When I say inch, I actually mean 2 feet. By 2 feet, I actually mean 2 feet. Now why am I telling you all this? That's because I wanted to tell you how concerned they were about the security.
One of the halls had zoological stuff. The zoological stuff ranges from huge skeletons of dinosaurs and elephants' tusks to the horns of antelopes, the mountain sheep, giraffes, and monkeys. So what was it that pissed me off here? Have a look.
What do you have to say about the scribblings on the poor elephant's tusk? Don't the video cameras capture this? How can someone even think of doing this? I've seen people scribbling nonsense on the walls of old monuments but not on a preserved dinousaur's ribs! Look at the condition of that tusk. Isn't it pathetic? Are the museum authorities supposed to do something about it or is it IGNORABLE? I didn't even feel like complaning about it because I assumed that nothing would be done. Anyway, have a look at this mummy. It's a 4000 year old mummy and the flesh has obviously disappeared from the face. It was quite dark and the position of the mummy was a bit awkward so I couldn't capture the whole of it. So, I thought that I should capture the at least this much!
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