Coherent babbles

The Enlightenment

2011-01-29T22:08:00.001+05:30

“Mom I NEED this dress okay? Cmon, I don’t tear clothes to wear them, I am NORMAL. I am buying a readymade slit dress. Puhleez na, I won’t ask for another such dress all year”. Even as my mom got ready to tell me that I wouldn’t be getting such a dress EVER, I pushed the words out of my mind. The dratted conscience-mamu would get his chance later when I’d realize that the dress really didn’t suit me.

What was the whole point anyway? A fresher’s party. Yes, that time of the year when hormone-overloaded teenagers beg, borrow, and scheme to win a coveted plastic crown. I was pretending hard to be one of those super-cool types who did not have to get into a party to be cool. But that wasn’t working. I stood in front of the mirror, flattening my tummy and practicing the million-dollar smile. Heck, all the hotties in campus would be in one blinking chamber, checking out girls. I wasn’t ready to be left behind! Never mind that I had two left feet, or that I did not know how to be a sexy damsel-in-distress.

Leaving behind a loudly muttering granny, I headed out in that glittery dress, with my companions-in-crime accompanying me. And what I saw scared me. The campus was filled with girls covered in shawls and jackets, stumbling in heels, adjusting straps, fighting over the mirror in the restroom, and what not. I joined the crowd eagerly, ignoring the fact that my own feet were struggling in an imbalanced pair of sandals. Some sacrifices ought to be made!
The disc we went to was full of sweaty young things rubbing shoulders and things, ahem. For a moment, I gulped in fright, but joined the mad cats anyway. The evening saw us wannabe Cinderellas gyrating clumsily (read dancing), pouting (read emphasizing the garish lip-gloss), acting hard-to-get (betrayed by the puppy-look in our smokey eyes), nodding eagerly to unintelligible music, and basically yelling all over the place. Nothing worked though. The crown (and a new boyfriend) went to the one female who was best at balancing her 55 kilos on 4-ft stilettos, swaying her hips, and looking better than her real self in just 10 layers of makeup.

I was upset. Was I not good enough? Did you need dancing skills to make you popular? Do you have to flirt to attract attention? *Sniff sob*. It took half an hour for me to clear my face of the eye makeup, and one month to clear my head. Never mind the lack of desperate male attention. The glittering dress was now lying in some forgotten corner, the heels were never used again, and the memory of that night was starting to fade. I was back to my usual self, a one-month old girl in engineering college. Novels, college fests, classroom chitchat, shopping sprees, good food and bad exams defined my life. I was once again, a smiling, chirping, princess of the world in my simple jeans and tee-shirts. Mom was so glad to have good old me back, pajamas, growling tummy, chubby fat and all.

And one day, it happened. This really nice guy walked up to me with a shy smile. “You got all those prizes na, in the talent contest? Congrats, and ummm must say, you’re cute too.” I closed my book and blinked. To this day, I haven’t forgotten what it takes to be a winner. Be yourself, just be damned good at it.

See it all...

2009-12-27T20:57:00.000+05:30

Kicking off those bathroom slippers
Walking about on the cold stone floor
Wondering if it’s not a bit too early to
Start walking out the wooden front door

Watching birds in the winter morning
Off to gather bread for the little ones
Chirping perhaps to glorify their business
Humming tunes much more than once

Making a fuss of the same old routine
The wife and kids better be doing fine
Talking to ourselves about a hated cycle
Doubting, ‘Has my life ever been mine?’

Blame the clock for hurrying every single day
Skimming through a newspaper on our way
Quick meals owing to a haughty lack of time,
‘Sigh, no breathers for us folks even today!’

What’s the matter with all of us people?
Each head bent on thinking the same thing
Saying nothing about what’s the truth but
Cribbing on and on about every single thing!

Looking out for some damn saving grace
Even in the best of the best awarded gifts
Eyes blind to the fruit from the trees for
We see only the seed we’ve got to sow

Somebody! Tell us all,
What we’ve got to do at all!
Somebody, let us know
What’s behind that giant wall,
Somebody, everybody
Just look inside to see it all.
What a life we’ve been living if we
Claim to die to simply have it all…

2008-10-10T23:48:00.000+05:30

Happy, damn happy

How the hell did it end up like this?
It hurts when I’m clenching my fists
I can’t see what all I might miss
I’ve forgotten the last time we kissed

And I walk out the door, angry, sad maybe
Anything, just far from happy, damn happy

Tell me why we had to have our ways
When it was calamity both ways?
Why do we have those oh-so-bad days?
Seeming like, all the time, always.

And I walk out the door, angry, sad maybe
Anything, just far from happy, damn happy

Give me a reason why I should try
When my love’s already by the by
No point in asking myself why
I’m letting the memory run dry

So I walked out the door, angry, but sad I won’t be
Maybe I will soon be happy, damn happy

Deepti Bhat, Oct 2008

2008-10-07T19:38:00.001+05:30

Will live without you

I’m falling apart and you can’t see it
When I’m right here in front of you
You’ve put on your blinding cloth
You can’t stand what for myself I do

I’ve already lost everything I had
And you still want more, don’t you?
You want to bend me to your will
Maybe I look like a ragdoll to you

You feel good pushing me to the edge
Even better making me long for you
I’m left with nothing and nobody
And I can’t even, can’t ever have you

I gave a damn for the wide world
And now that world might include you
I’m grabbing at emptiness I know
But that’s everything compared to you

Maybe I’m one in many commons
But I won’t anymore belong to you
You can move on and find others
I will learn to live without you

Deepti Bhat, Oct 2008

2008-10-07T19:33:00.000+05:30

It hurts

It hurts to look at you these days
I have no one left to talk to.
While I try to bear the pain
I can’t ever hate you, see?
Not For what you were,
Maybe for what you turned me into.

That smile won’t cheer me now
Frozen though in time
Not after what you put me through
I wipe away a tear or two.
Remember? I clicked the picture
When you and I were nine.

One slit wrist and you were gone
Out of sight, not out of mind
You fenced out the world
Why did that include me?
You leave me blaming myself
What solace can I find?

A tight slap on your cheek
A hug to make you feel better
If anything could get you back
I swear I’d grab the chance
I’d run every mile again with you
And be in your arms forever

Deepti Bhat, Oct 2008

2008-09-23T20:19:00.000+05:30

Beauty

My soul is restless, somehow today
And I can’t seem to say a word
About the music I just heard…

Feels like a long drawn call to me
From some lost, distant world
Of which my image is blurred…

Makes me look for my existence
Was I, eons ago in that place?
Or is this simply a passing phase…

I know not who I am now
I follow the voice that beckons
Into where I must’ve been, once…

Seems like she sings for me
Taking me back home with her
Where I will know no fear…

I look inside my beating heart
Searching for the answers
While the voice meanders…

Deepti Bhat (23rd Sept 08)

PS: i was listening to "Beauty" by Boris Potskov ... and the words fell into place.

2008-07-08T16:30:00.000+05:30

You’re too good and you are true!

You get me laughing after making me cry
You make me forget that time is flying by
I knew someone special was waiting for me
Who knew you were the one meant for me

You hold my hand after looking at me
You make me forget how lonely I’d be
I knew something in you made me run to you
Who knew sweet love was the magnet in you

You hug me when things get hard to bear
You make me forget I had a frown to wear
I knew someday the world would all be mine
Who knew you were my morning sunshine

You kiss me goodnight when you sing me to sleep
You stole all cares I thought were mine to keep
I knew all my dreams were meant to be true
Who knew I wouldn’t stop dreaming of you

Deepti Bhat-July 2008

2008-07-08T11:32:00.000+05:30

Grown-ups blues

Why do we kids just wait to grow up?
To give up what dreams we make up?
We complain and from fun we abstain
Our good old world is now a daily bane

We went around calling a spade a spade
And our days were almost easily made
We dusted our backs, went back to play
Fights forgotten, faces happy and gay

When wrinkles set in, we just droop away
Speak the things we never thought we’d say
Where went the dude, and the class clown?
Why is life sloping all the way there, down?

We all have grown older, some of us wiser
But those were days that could not get better
Why are we all losing ourselves this way?
Can we turn time back and kick the blues away?

Deepti Bhat-July 2008

2008-07-08T10:07:00.000+05:30

My little Lily

Little Lily beckons me to her world
Suddenly I see some nice magic unfold
Sunshine blooms in her innocent smile
I am heading to heaven in drunken style

Little Lily somehow makes me do her will
Suddenly I see time standing still
Perfume fills the air when she’s walking by
I am heading nowhere but I just seem to fly

Little Lily tucks me into bed every day
Suddenly I see the gray melting away
Dreams flood my head as she sings to me
I am in the state I always wanted to be!

My little Lily hugs me when I get teary
Suddenly the world is hardly dreary
Her momma I see in her big blue eyes
I know her love has come to me from the skies

Deepti Bhat-July 2008

Voice in the Void

2008-04-11T20:25:00.000+05:30

Sadness is an enigma, so beautiful

And how I am cursed by beauty

I reached for the stars, wonderful

And now pain is my biggest bounty

You weave dreams, they don’t come true

Do you believe in them, or don’t you?

When things went good, now they get bad,

Do you face the tough times, or don’t you?

I thought I had good luck, plentiful

But now serendipity seems thrifty

It seemed my cup of joy was half full,

And how it seems to quickly empty

You win every time, you are still lost

Do you feel hollow inside, or don’t you?

When things you saw were a mirage

You try to hold on to them, or don’t you?

For an instant or so, I felt powerful

And now I am the object of pity

If loneliness is healing and merciful,

Will solitude bless me for infinity?

They see your strength, and not your need

Do you pretend all is well, or don’t you?

Your aching inside, and no one notices.

Do you cry aloud for help, or don’t you?

Deepti Bhat (April 2008)

much ado about nothing :-/

2007-05-02T21:55:00.000+05:30

Spitfire, she, that weird little thing
With a must say in every damn thing!
Word for word to match my sting
Wont tell you ever that she’s a darling
But What I will, is i thought we made life bling!

Expects to have her own wish and way
Guess its her forte, to bug, fume or play.
She does know it, even as I pen this today
so I wont say how I hated her many a day
But what I will, is 'u lost ur way'.

many days, people saw us tiff and fight
With our stubborn views on wrong and right
We don’t wanna have the other in sight
I won’t say we seem like vultures in wait
What I will, is ‘u let love take flight??!’

I agree times aren’t always hunky dory
Not all efforts find their fruit or glory

'i haven't told you to cherish each happy memory
but what I did, without a formal sorry
Is that happy endings wipe away a sad story'

I know I’m good, I may also be wrong
together may not be where we belong
Some bonds,i assumed were way too strong
I needn’t say, Life isn’t a merry song
But What I will, is ‘life ain’t ever long’

ps: we can only give chances....we cant make them use them!!

the homecoming

2007-04-06T20:05:00.000+05:30

I look out of the window today, yet again
Waiting for him, trying to shut out the pain

Seems like All my hopes I built but in vain
As darkness grows deep and drives me insane

Whatever went wrong? Where did we fail?
I groped for answers, searched to no avail

He didn’t want to bow, I said no to surrender
Was that what blew it up, I now sit and wonder.

We wanted happy times, we so needed each other
Yet we waited to see what the other had to offer

Should’ve seen it coming, that damned goodbye.
Chose to ignore reality, weren’t fights by-the-by

Letting me see his hurt wasn’t part of his plan.
But never a good actor, no matter what, that man

It now strikes me sudden, how about me relenting?
Wasn’t my love my own?My all, everything?

Wave a white flag, that’s what we must be doing!
It’s been long on cards, a brand new beginning

I grab my keys to go, its time I set things right
And then I see his car, headlights burning bright.

A sight so good to see, I blink in disbelief
We’re back home together, I cry in relief…

Deepti Bhat 2007

stars...

2007-02-18T02:32:00.000+05:30

Stars…
what wonderful magicians they are..
Smiling down quietly from afar!
Jewels woven into the endless sky
They wink merry as night goes by

A friend in need for the solitary
They fill voids, however temporary
For a lonely soul here and there..
Wanting to lay a torn heart bare..
The world sleeps on without a care
You grief, these twinkling things share
Wiping away tears you try to hide
Healing wounds from Deep inside

Your fallen dreams, they silently gather
In your eyes they fill and you wander...
Scary nights somehow get beautiful
And hopes fill your basket bountiful
Under heaven’s canopy you sit calm
And heal slowly waiting for dawn
They stay by you till the dark ends
And Sunshine takes over, making amends
Patient angels, you truly thank them
For another like you,next night they come.

Deepti Bhat 2007

ps : thank you pikachoo! :)

er......call it the kurt cobain effect!

2006-11-19T13:27:00.000+05:30

i'm dead and cold in the dark
picking up shards of a shattered heart
my eyes bleed and my arms need...
one warm soul for me amidst the greed.
from my own shadow in fear i flee,
pray who wants me?who loves me?

they watch me,like vultures in wait
while hope shies away from me and my fate
must have fallen for good i guess,
looking at a life thats a plain mess.
why dont they just let me be?
who wants me?who loves me?

damned sure i'm a goner.its a lost case
i cant even try now to save face
high on grass low on brain battery
who could find for me worse enemy?
can i change me?dont you chain me!
all i really want is to break free!

Deepti Bhat 2006

letter to a brother

2006-08-08T20:36:00.000+05:30

pyaare bhaiyaa...
1. when i was a baby u said i looked like a doll with big black eyes...and later on,u told me that i had given u a kick on ur nose when u bent down to have a close look at me..in fact u were the first to get my big toothless grin and pee-shower!
2.when i was an year old,u assisted momma in helping me work out..i mean walk!
3.i used to ride piggyback on you.. u were my best toy..and my sawaari..chal mere ghode tik tik tik.
4.mom was so anxious about my first day at school but u promised her that i will be perfectly fine bcoz u would be there . and so i held ur forefinger tightly and took my first ,confident step into school.u helped me with my rhymes.
5. you coaxed me into finishing my homework on time..i wanted to be like you..model student , teachers' pet..
6.you always made fun of my pigtails and untied my ribbons when mom and dad were at work and made me cry..but then u came back and combed my hair too. you ate my share of goodies that mom gave us...
7. you bullied me into doing all ur chores failing which i would not be allowed to join u and your friends when u played.u taught me to climb trees and steal fruits from the orchard in our neighbourhood but you saved ur 3 months pocket money to get me the barbie doll i was peering at in the shop window.
8.u protested angrily when i tried on the latest skimpy clothes , scared away all prospective boyfriends with your fiercely protective attitude .. ..
9. you reminded me time and again how precious u are to me... with every little thing u did or said..
10. annnnnnndddddd u ran to me demanding your rakhi and sweets every year without fail and i ran behind you to demand my present!
tell me my brother, aaj tum zaroor aaoge nah? bcoz i have learnt cooking now and i have made all your favourite dishes and there is my hand made rakhi waiting to be on ur wrist...
....... ur sweet little sis

drives me crazy!

2006-07-30T15:34:00.000+05:30

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand…..

Ok . I’m not in love now, but this is one of my ‘long drive’ songs.
One of my cherished comforts…a long drive ending in neverland.

I was snoozing cozily in the evening some day and my mum pulled me out of bed,saying we got to pack…we’re going out..i was in no mood to do so.the village she mentioned sounded that boring…For a day dear, we’ll be back the day after, she coaxed. deal, I muttered. Packed and dressed the next day morning,we piled into this car,I’m not sure which one.. with this big strong scary looking man at the wheel we knew as ‘driver uncle’. we were off. earphones firmly in place, I was ready for a nap..and then we left the city.15 minutes later, I was fully awake, all traces of sleep gone.

We were on some highway and my mum was saying she couldn’t bear to look at the speedometer….we kids were totally excited.the idea of not knowing where we were,the lovely scenery apparently out of some picturebook..and the speed of course..was more than entertaining…hallelujah,war whooping,singing….everything was on.it was great!! It was even worth going to that village,battling mosquitoes and tummy upsets and being badgered for details of city life.thats another story of course,but the point is, I was hooked to this ‘lambi drive thingy’. Mention a journey and I would be the first to say ‘count me in!’
this traveling has been all types:cars,trains,tractors,jeeps,even bullock carts!! the best being…sitting on the roof of a bus for 2 hours..
I don’t know what happens when u hit the road…some magic in the air,I never feel better.

I’m more of a country bird and I love my solitude…but a long road trip can give u the best. With family or with a whole gang of friends and some real good locales around,what more do u need?just wake up and head out into the horizon! The fun triples when you don’t plan where to go..onto the highway and explore..Just make sure you have some good music,hog at wayside dhabas…everyone agrees that dhabas have some great food! Stop at some spot,have a day’s picnic ..Get back by night…I somehow love the idea!

And now I’m waiting to try a bike trip…

Just a quote I read somewhere…I bet a funny thing about driving a car off a cliff is, while you're in midair, you still hit those brakes. Hey, better try the emergency brake.

Fill my comment box please,I wanna know your story..and yeah some good ‘long drive’ kinda songs!!

love shows...

2006-04-02T19:26:00.000+05:30

couldn't help it.for a change,no mosquitoes... plus,a cool breeze..er.....got a lil romantic :)

their eyes do not miss

twin sparkles in mine

as i relive, those divine

moments-my first kiss!

sharp ears do not lie

revealed are all musings

my memories of sweet nothings

easily,when i sigh.

never fail to spot,do they?

that happy glow on my face

when i get back from your place

though,not one word i say

now,they press me again

and again,with new questions

teasing me,offering suggestions

coaxing me ,to explain

each,nods, in satisfaction

'she's in love alright,we know,

only tries hard not to show'

i find myself,admitting the emotion

how to hide,it just grows

a secret,no longer mine

i guessed that it would be fine

and gave in,for love shows.

Deepti Bhat 2006

power failure

2006-02-26T12:55:00.000+05:30

A shrill beep on my computer told me there was a power failure. Don’t know what happened suddenly.we hadn’t had this problem for months now.I looked at my watch.9 p.m.Damn, I knew my text was going to be auto-saved, but heck, it was a ‘power failure’ which meant I could neither work at my comp nor charge my cell phone nor battle with my sis for the remote. whats more, it was night time-and I was terrified at the thought of battling mosquitoes. Besides,I had a terrible headache.

I heaved myself out of my chair and stepped out of the room. mom appeared, carrying a candle in typical noorie style.man,it was hot in here. I was still in my pyjamas, nevertheless, stepped out of the house, a grumbling sis and restless bro in tow.my neighbours,just like me, were getting used to the darkness around, calling for candles. Within a few minutes, the whole colony was in their front yards.

Parents discussed stocks and shares, kids and routine problems for a while, soon gave up. I swatted imaginary flies, not knowing what else to do. It was like having withdrawal symptoms.gosh,I realized I was battling an addiction to technology!

The kiddos, not being the ones to sit still, soon got down to business. Away from the video games, they struggled to come up with games. Within a quarter of an hour, truth or dare, hide and seek, ring-a ring-a roses, donkey, antakshari….all began in different places.

Although we tried to keep a show of maturity, the youth brigade, including me couldn’t resist this gaiety for long. Soon I was skipping, hopping, screaming gleefully all around the place…a couple of guys brought tender coconuts from nowhere and the atmosphere was pretty much like a bonfire party.mimicry, singing,it was like a talent show! And many of us hardly knew each other before, we were neighbors in name only.now, one lady even found a far relative!

The night was alive with its special sounds, pure and unadulterated, rejoicing at the opportunity .the air, it seemed was cleansing itself of all the toxins. My headache had disappeared mysteriously. I lay down in granny’s lap in the moonlight, looking skyward. Breathing deeply, I thought, with a pang, how much fun I was having here. it was like I had time traveled to a decade back.hell,I hadn’t talked to my own parents properly for a long while now. The poem, leisure was in my head. After a long time, we were all feeling really, really happy.
A sudden noise told us power was restored. Blinking, we got up to get back within the four walls. Everyone was sighing in disappointment. It was sheer reluctance to go back to that artificial world. But it was inevitable.
As we walked back into the house at midnight, something in each of us wished for one more power cut the next day! It sure looked like a medicine we needed.

biblio-valentine!

2006-02-06T09:41:00.000+05:30

I threw my bugging hollow self away

As I fell in love with books yet again today

I remember, that hardbound classic seemed tempting
I Caressed the pages with my eyes, never blinking

All the world was sleeping like a baby
While I was saying yeah, wow and maybe

every breath for me,was refreshing, then on
'Coz i was into the finer things of life, head on

The blah blah blahs or the mighty serious works
Books are much more than a mere collection of words.

They are! even now, as I stay disconnected
From routine, the stuff has gotten me addicted.

While Enigma plays quietly in the background

To literature and couch my self is bound.

When there are chores waiting to be done
I reluctantly vacate my cherished position

Till the next date,love, tomorrow night
When the mundane in me again,takes flight!

Deepti Bhat 2006

tagged!

2006-01-22T11:21:00.000+05:30

so i have been requested,or rather ordered to open out my heart here!
tagged by sudarshan and asankhaya.

target-male

being a hopeless romantic,i'm still waiting for my prince charming!
the essentials:

1.above average i.q,plus he should have a wacky sense of humour.
2.wicked-i love the wild men! and i love surprises.
3.style that comes naturally.not a fashion freak but someone i can have a permanent crush on!
4.old world chivalry at times
5.a good friend-someone i could be myself with,mollycoddle,debate with,complain to and play pranks on.
6.an animal lover.what if i decide to shelter a piglet??
7.atleast a decent looker!
8.loyal-he could flirt with others,but never stray!i mean,he must love me and me alone. that one i am very particular about. high e.q!

and the eight ppl i wanna tag
Anuj Panwar
Phoenix
Priya
karthik
NOTY TONY
cherubic_chipmunk
IcEyeZ
the Monk

The rules of the game:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

me, my stringed instrument

2006-01-09T22:00:00.000+05:30

my affair with the guitar began on the auspicious day-8th of november 2004..a monday.
i threw a tantrum(yeah i do ppl! and i know u all do too when required) a week prior to that day...pestering my mum to let me learn the guitar.as it is mum knew i swear by western music most of the time.ya so she asked me,for a stringed instrument you could do with a violin.after all we know violin is worshipped in western classicals.i had to admit to a sheepish feeling ..she has an uncanny ability to speak the truth my lady..but wait hey mum,dont u know?its the rock music,the head-banging..i fancy(happily reminds me of when i fight with ma sis and bro)maybe it reminded her too!
anyway she had to give in as she knew i would be sulking the whole month if she didn't give in.so there i was on my birthday speaking to this heavily moustached tamil speaking christian sir who looked every inch like a carnatic vocalist rather than a sunglassed guitar god! the first of my expectations crushed miserably. he asked me to stretch out my palm and gazed at it for longer than any astrologer i ever showed it to, to see if my fingers had the strength to twang those strings.personally i dont think he was impressed.
he looked me up and down ( i was wearing this hanging-tongue-eager-puppy look) and maybe his initial hesitation gave way,so he said yeah ok so u can start ur lessons on monday. i was like (up on cloud number 9-bryan adams).. the moment i reached home like a victorious warrior my mum knew disaster was brewing..ok so he agreed to teach u? ya mum o'course!
i spent more time on visualizing the class than i should have on brushing up the guitar info i had. left the house merrily and landed in class.woho..i peered into a teeny weeny dingy room which looked like a former storeroom..again,my immature expectations of a concert arena kinda classroom bit the dust. i entered,wished sir,settled down pompously..! i was raring to have a go at the guitar.sir placed an old battered hand-me-down kinda guitar on my lap and i gingerly placed a finger on it. yeah he said its old but good..ok point taken. so i get a plectrum to pluck the strings..i'm supposed to pick the 1st string 2 times then the 2nd string 2 times..after 1hour of the same exercise he said 'ok thats all for today'. what?i felt like a fool. well of course he wont teach u a song on the first attempt bozo! i reached home ooh-ing and aah-ing over my first class.
hmm ... i went back on wednesday eager for something well 'nice,interesting...' and he says come girl,now we do the 1st,2nd 3rd and 4th strings 2day..pick them consecutively 2times each...well if thats what i gotta do,i gotta do it! so i pick these wonderful strings 2 times each for 1 hour ..all the while watching the senior guitarists showing off in front of the new girl .hey this guy is showing off a new rhyme he learnt?!! and its time to go. i come back and back again 4 one month more learning to pick whichever string i wanted,switching finger positions as fast as i could... yawn now i know u guys are also getting bugged..i seriously was feeling, er, grrr..
now dont say 'huh??!!!!'
but a tiny irritating inside occupant...well we all know who..kept saying patience slow steady etc etc for 'n' no. of times..
coz sir was just purrrrrfect.oh gosh,he can play scorpions or even november rain with his eyes closed!i worship his talent. besides,the classes grow interesting after the basics.and i was always the one asked to sing when he played.heavenly sessions those were...have u heard sounds of silence??
i got my own brand new guitar 2 months later and explored every inch of it greedily.somewhere,cupid struck.i pamper it like a baby.
now i havent been going to classes for a while,but,umpteen sessions later,i can do some chordwork and play a few tunes.atleast,my neighbours dont shut their doors and windows when i practice.and sis actually said 'cool'.its like magic,sitting on the terrace floor at night,strumming softly.
whatsay?

midwinter night's dream??

2005-12-21T11:02:00.000+05:30

Sometimes, this thirst
Awakens in me, my
Eyes searching for the elusive
I dream of something
Wake up, trying to hold on
To that tantalizing vision
Right in front of me, though,
It slips away, like grains of
Sand, through my fingers
I know it is not gone forever
Merely lurking around, so close
Yet, just beyond my reach
What? I wonder all along,
Could stir my soul, thus?
Insatiable, my heart suffers
A void, I fear is waiting
To be filled, someday
Certainly, by that present enigma
I will grasp it then, safely,
With both my hands
My being now ceaselessly questions
Where is it, my precious??

Deepti Bhat 2006

2005-11-27T12:14:00.000+05:30

attention please! if u r a teenager reading this,i'm sure u'll say “exactly da,i know” . teenache happens without exception.what do u feel?if u hav passed this stage of ur life,then i'm further sure that u r absolutely willing to take a trip down memory lane,with me 4 company!so y wait?read on.a typical teen tale,up 4 grabs!

trrring! late night party…ur beauty sleep is now given a rude jolt as the alarm clock screams itself hoarse.u r just about to throw it out of the window..wait.the 'morning walk'aunties trying to flatten their unwanted bulges(while exchanging latest gossip simultaneously)definitely wont appreciate a noisy heavyweight doing the job 4 them.fine.u get outa bed looking like an insomniac moron who's barely had an hour of sleep.a hurried shower,baseball cap/tracksuit 4 the day,a sandwich 4 breakfast and umpteen admonitions later,u get to college(70 kmph,&beggin the traffic cop 2 let u go) 1 hour late. you r confident about being chucked out again..ur luck he merely glares.so u giv a shrug and settle down with growls still ringin in ur ears..
breaktime n every other guy/girl/lecturer is subjected to ruthless analysis by ur gang.[god look at him!puhleez,she's so yuck.u know,that guy broke up with that girl but patched up with my girlfriend..grr..arre that lecturer doesnt know english..he says pyjjiks 4 physics..and his forefinger has to explore every nook n corner of his dirty nose...).so after the entire set of lectures r done 4 the day,loitering around town is the only thing on ur mind.
u walk home with friends i.e,weirdos with spiked greased hair,tattoos-the works...lookin like they r visitors to planet earth(needin 2 take bath i mean) and all hell breaks loose.bushy eyebrows n menacing eyes(dad) corner u! without further ado,ur pals r thrown out of the house..
so what?u suffer from a contagious combo of motormouth malady and phone mania. kudos..chatter away...
as 4 entertainment i.e,chilling,'linkin park' screeching their lungs out..or worse,u joining in enthusiastically is definitely not ur mum's idea of rest n relaxation.but who cares anyway?
tired n spent u finally hit the bed thinking of how to impress the new hunk/babe on the block...
but somehow a nightmare makes a grand entry in2 that numbskull...and u r reminded..u hav exams next week.suddenly the next day onwards,god doesn’t seem to b satisfied with ur bribing(who wants coconuts now?).search 4 refuge..u suddenly remember a place in a remote corner of ur campus..'THE Library'.soon u begin sneezing as u flip painfully through pages of ancient ,dusty manuscripts(they r called textbooks) .now u make a beeline 4 the class nerd. u try buttering.
D day exam hall .that brain of urs (with unlimited GB memory 4 crap) is no use 4 integral calculus. u hope n pray 4 a brain to b seated next to u..what the heck,another guy has come..he’s whispering to u 4 the answer!now u r mesmerised by the ceiling(peeling paint,out of order fan and all),ur scalp gets very itchy,and fingernails turn in2 a delicacy.hehe , i need not take u through the horror that follows(results).after the initial shock wears off,u r back to the same old normalcy(sorry did i say normal,its abnormal na?
at the same time somewhere new thoughts ,new dreams keep growing... a nice thirst 4 life ..a mature being materializes,gaining prominence as the days pass..and ahoy u r an adult with the weight of the world upon u.....
no regrets though..u learn from mistakes..however silly they were and u look back sighing wistfully..the golden era has passed out of reality leaving only memories behind..that teenage was ur gift!
forever young remains the heart of man always...whether he shows it or not!

I completed my 19th year on planet earth recently and can no longer boast about being a teenager.before handing over the mantle to adulthood,I sit back and recall each year of my teenage sighing happily. It may sound melodramatic but lets face it. We all do it. Hence,this post.
Lets get interactive. Tell me which teen year u liked best and why.so shall we start?

the queen of sciences

2005-11-04T19:28:00.000+05:30

in school,the much-talked about subject i.e, in academics was mathematics. the one subject most kids feared and some were crazy about.yeah, there were only two options in this particular subject. u either liked her or hated her! as for me, hmmm...i had a love-hate relationship with her. it depended on the kind of teacher we had.a kiddish thought,but i hated maths mainly because it compusorily made my notebook dirty with all the crossing out!!
jokes apart,it always intrigued me and sometimes frustrated me, when i failed to hit the bull's eye on a problem.i knew 'she' was teasing me,enjoying my discomfort.yeah reader,i see ur face breaking into an expression of amusement even as u read this. however my sole complaint was this-the syllabus didn't include anything that could capture the happy attention of a school kid. i longed for the puzzles,for the number tricks and fun facts.all we had to do then was mug up the multiplication tables and recite them like trained parrots.i was never a math genius but i got annoyed when classmates made math a metaphor for monster!! a comment 'is it the fault of math that we can't comprehend her?' from me met with furious glares.
any book i found with a math puzzle turned dog-eared quite soon because i worked ,reread,repeatedly tried out the problems it had to offer. of course,i couldnt solve all of them myself,but the process of discovering something new gave me a thrill, a high. come college and maths was reduced to cramming calculus formulae.the board exam took the fun off activity. but even now, any math puzzle book catches my eye.the process of solving problems has grown slower,sometimes it doesn't happen.nevertheless, i know she still fascinates everyone,young and old.

hats off, ms.Mathematics-the queen of sciences.

some things that demonstrate math magic:
a set of math jokes,seriously.

The reciprocal of 89, a Fibonacci number, is based on the Fibonacci series,
1/89 is a repeating decimal fraction with 44 characters:
.01123595505617977528089887640449438202247191
You can see the beginning of the Fibonacci sequence in the first 6 digits of the decimal equivalent of 1/89. (i.e., 0,1,1,2,3,5 appears as 0.011235..)
If you take each Fibonacci number, divide it by 10 raised to the power of its position in the Fibonacci sequence and add them all together, you get 0.011235955..., the same number as the reciprocal of 89.
Note the Fibonacci series in green
Note the sequence number of the Fibonacci series in red
1 / 89 =
0 / (10 ^ 1 )+
1 / (10 ^ 2 ) +
1 / (10 ^ 3 ) +
2 / (10 ^ 4 ) +
3 / (10 ^ 5 ) +
5 / (10 ^ 6 ) +
8 / (10 ^ 7 ) +
13 / (10 ^ 8 ) +
. . .
0.011235955... =
0.0 +
0.01 +
0.001 +
0.0002 +
0.00003 +
0.000005 +
0.0000008 +
0.00000013 +
. . .

and of course u all are familiar with the number PHI

phi is just one of an infinite series of numbers that can be constructed from the following expression using the square root (√) of integer numbers:
(1+√n) / 2
It just so happens that you get phi when you let n equal 5. Let n be other integers and you get a series of numbers whose squares each exceed their root by a difference that increases by 0.25 for each number in the series.
Phi, being the 5th one in the series, just happens to be the one that produces a difference of 1 with its square, leading to the unique property that it shares with no other number:
Phi + 1 = Phi *Phi
Phi=(1+√n)/2
Phi - 1 = 1 / Phi
check it out urself.amazing,it really is.

ok so we all need a laugh now,so...here are 10 excuses for not completing that math assignment!!

10. It's Isaac Newton's birthday.

9. I couldn't decide whether i is the square root of -1 or i are the square root of -1.

8. I accidently divided by 0 and my paper burst into flames.

7. It's stuck inside a Klein bottle.

6. I could only get arbitrarily close to my textbook.

5. I had too much pi and got sick.

4. Someone already published it, so I didn't bother to write it up.

3. A four-dimensional dog ate it.

2. I have a solar calculator and it was cloudy.

1. There wasn't enough room to write it in the margin.

another 'un:

CLEARLY: I don't want to write down all the in-between steps.
TRIVIAL: If I have to show you how to do this, you're in the wrong class.
OBVIOUSLY: I hope you weren't sleeping when we discussed this earlier, because I refuse to repeat it.
RECALL: I shouldn't have to tell you this, but for those of you who erase your memory tapes after every test, here it is again.
WITHOUT LOSS OF GENERALITY: I'm not about to do all the possible cases, so I'll do one and let you figure out the rest.
ONE MAY SHOW: One did, his name was Gauss.
IT IS WELL KNOWN: See "Mathematische Zeitschrift'', vol XXXVI, 1892.
CHECK FOR YOURSELF: This is the boring part of the proof, so you can do it on your own time. SKETCH OF A PROOF: I couldn't verify the details, so I'll break it down into parts I couldn't prove.
HINT: The hardest of several possible ways to do a proof.
ELEGANT PROOF: Requires no previous knowledge of the subject, and is less than ten lines long.
SIMILARLY: At least one line of the proof of this case is the same as before.
CANONICAL FORM: 4 out of 5 mathematicians surveyed recommended this as the final form for the answer.
THE FOLLOWING ARE EQUIVALENT: If I say this it means that, and if I say that it means the other thing, and if I say the other thing...
BY A PREVIOUS THEOREM: I don't remember how it goes (come to think of it, I'm not really sure we did this at all), but if I stated it right, then the rest of this follows.
TWO LINE PROOF: I'll leave out everything but the conclusion.
BRIEFLY: I'm running out of time, so I'll just write and talk faster.
LET'S TALK THROUGH IT: I don't want to write it on the board because I'll make a mistake.
PROCEED FORMALLY: Manipulate symbols by the rules without any hint of their true meaning.
QUANTIFY: I can't find anything wrong with your proof except that it won't work if x is 0.
FINALLY: Only ten more steps to go...
PROOF OMITTED: Trust me, it's true.

ready for a puzzle all u bravehearts??

A rectangular sheet of paper is folded so that two diagonally opposite corners come together. If the crease formed is the same length as the longer side of the sheet, what is the ratio of the longer side of the sheet to the shorter side?

get going.

now dont u agree?u might like her,u most probably will hate her,but u just can't ignore her.

my dil goes mmmmm....

i am a rock addict??

2005-10-28T05:50:00.000+05:30

mmm...
cant tell you how much i missed blogging here. anyway i solemnly promise with all my heart to write sincerely..bah! enough of crap. well feels good to get back to business.
yesterday i was at the computer table and whoa! listened to some head banging music(?!!) courtesy metallica,iron maiden,limp bizkit...this thought just creeped into my brain refusing to let go. when we say 'i listen' to rock music,how many of us actually make out the lyrics clearly between the loud banging of the guitar and drums?? do we go in for the lyrical quality of rock?? or is rock music an excuse for us to blatantly behave like the ancestors of the modern man??

i bugged my friends as well as total strangers, asking them if they understood any of those lines..barring some exceptions,nobody knew anything about the song/artist except the first catchy line to scream out loud!!

i am a rock addict too and i was shocked when, at a radio show,ppl dedicated hate songs to their most loved ones without even realising it!! i wanted to scream 'people, grow up!'

they form this separate category-they are seen at all rock concerts,coz being spotted at a rock show is the latest rage. they dont know the basic message/meaning of the song,dont even know the exact genre of rock and frown at an acoustic guitar bcoz according to them, only an electric guitar means music!

bah! i've had enough of artificial 'fans' of rock.

what say guys?

aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

2005-09-26T21:38:00.000+05:30

hmm i've been a long time gone...
wonder what made me do that. i mean blog.
well hmm lemme see.it was on a sunday afternoon that i was so damn bored that i called a friend of mine and poured out my woes.havin hols for a month is no joke.i mean i had all activities going ..yet there was a feeling of listnessness.thats coz i am this motormouth and my thoughts refuse to stay within my brain. in college term time had a steady audience,but hols were killing me.i was fed up of surfing the net,my tummy was protesting against the frequent binging i resorted to..to keep myself occupied.my dad was fed up of me using the phone....and the mirror turned away when i tried talking to it!!
and thats when this guy had a brainwave.he asked me "hey why dont ya blog??" i wondered what a blog was! and then i managed to get onthis website blogspot..and turned wide eyed at the whole community sorta hereabouts.each one free to express oneself,getting others to read ur blah blahs without paying them lol!!and no bugging the editors to publish your facts of the matter.a diary that needs no secrecy...and what else on the comp can beat the thrill of checking for the comments....wow man.and out flowed the thoughts saying "i told ya,lemme come out "..pulling my chair closer to the monitor i typed out the first few words on my blog ya it was all here..it is!! bakwaas!wish me luck..and yeah i looove comments remember!!
PS: sitting back i admit... i know i'll just love every moment of blogging now.
muuuaaaaa.

and yeah call me by my name ok?? its xtremely insane for you . :)

direct entry

2005-08-31T23:42:00.000+05:30

hey this is my first blog!
well guys if u expect me to prance around like an eager puppy ,tail wagging ,you are in for a pleasant surprise. i take it for granted that i am allowed a happy entry into earth and its blogs. before you say wateva..let me tell you that you are free to say so! whatever you see on my blog might be considered eggstream insanity!( that spelling error was intentional!) but who knows you might connect with me on a certain wavelength... thats why welcome to my world of babbles...maniac musings with a dash of ..well seriousness thrown in for the mere heck of it.
thats why i call it "coherent babbles".
so i am a girl (ppl ask me 'really?' coz i dont boast of the delicate damsel shy personality) ,a bibliomaniac , music addict, hyperactive borderin on the edge of hysteria..switching between being insomniac/hypersomniac... wide range of emotions ( aaaaaaaarrrrgghhh se mmmmm.. tak) motormouth . the list grows longer the candles on my birthday cake increase in number(hey im still a teenager ok?)...tryin to be childlike and not childish.
so i expect you guys to read through each post of mine and give all your insane views on it! starting now.
cheerios!
e-bye till my next post!
:-)