cambodia

As the plane landed at the Siem Reap international airport my first impression of Cambodia was a fantastic one.The airport, in my opinion was truly unique and I knew I wasn't nuts to go gaga over an airport since several co-passengers promptly whipped out their cameras to click away! That afternoon we went to the Angkor wat and explored the site till sunset. Although i can go on about each of the temples of Angkor for hours, I have no doubt that my skill with words is insufficient to do it justice. The temples are something that need to be experienced...not something that i can describe. Watching the sunset at Angkor wat ....sigh....simply put - breathtaking! After a wonderful meal(no we didnt try the spiders!) at bar street (?i think!) we called it a day. The next morning we drove down to Phnom kulen - which in Khmer means mountain and saw the 1000 lingas.... quite unique, and the waterfalls nearby is quite the picnic spot for locals! The next stop was Bantei Serai -the woman's temple - a temple with carvings so exquisite the khmer people believe they could have been carved only by the dainty hands of a woman....A quick pit stop at Pre Rup with a climb up the steep steps (since your ascending to the heavens its only right that you earn it!) was truly worth it since from the top you get spectacular views of the temple as well as the surrounding landscape....the temple itself made of lavastone and sandstone glows almost red in the evening sun.The next temple in store for us was Ta Prohm a.k.a Tomb raider temple. The temple had been left to the mercy of the jungle for a while until they finally cleared it up to enable tourists to visit. The large Spung trees which are hollow on the insidide have literally grown on top of the temple and its tower the roots seeping into joints between stones. Although they have tried to clear the temple it is not possible to remove many of the trees as they have woven their roots so firmly in place that any attempt to remove them can cause the whole structure to collapse. At sunset we made a visit to Angkor Thom where i obsessively took pictures of every one of the 216 faces of Brahma at Bayon:) Quite a good looking guy I must say! The next day we spent the morning at Beng Milai which is named after a tree of the same name.. This is like a bigger and better version of Ta Prohm. The jungle has truly overrun the temple and many towers and other structures have crumbled to the ground...to make your way through the temple from below to the highest points and backout the other side you have to climb over piles and piles of stone blocks that have collapsed... it truly is an Indiana Jones experience and i thoroughly enjoyd myself. The journey through really lets you get upclose and personal with (what remains of) the temple and the jungle that seems to be fighting a battle with it. Landmines in the region were cleared just a couple of months before our visit (lucky us!). We went back for another look at angkor thom in the evening and I took another bout of pictures ofeach of the 216 Brahma faces :). Siemp Reap is one of the best experiences I have ever had and even as the flight landed in Phnom Penh (our next destination) my soul craved the company of the great Angkor temples. The sheer scale of the temples along with amazingly intricate carvings and all the history that stands behind it made them unforgettable. Even now if I close my eyes and i breathe in deeply I can almost smell the air that flows through the vens of the Angkor temples - ALMOST!! Cambodia was absolutely and completely amazing!!!! The people - so friendly!! always a smile on their face :) ....all in all truly fantastic!! sigh....I LOVED IT!!!!

fireworks!

fireworks.... or should i say fireworks!!!!the loud bangs seeming to come from a yard behind your ear..the dulcent tones of far away explosions .... against the something in between black and navy blue sky they explode in a variety of contrasting colours....a million little twinkling sparks ...new born stars disappearing like a meteor glimpsed....and the crackling sound that accompanies the disappearance of each tiny star.... makes me go all melty inside

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
- Leonardo Da Vinci

im feeling.....

Bulky,dull and solid. Like heavy eyelids toeing the very fine line between the state of open-ness or closed-ness of the eye, they droop....Keeping spirits up seems like a near impossiblity. Despite having a blast all day... on coming home a sense of un-shooable drowsiness and an overall desire to hibernate and exist in a state of nothingness establishes itself.... In the company of others there is an excitement and enthusiasm equal to that of a dolphin thats just found a new play thing.... while in a state of solitude at the end or beginning of every new day when the mind is supposed to be all prepped up to work like an energiser bunny to finish up work... a sense of bore-itis or nothingo-doingo syndrome sets in....staring at a flickering screen... even just staring at a blank wall is preferable to using the brain for all sorts of tiresome activities...thats right ladies and gentlemen the expert psycho analysts after having gone over this very thorough description of my symptoms have solemly informed me that i suffer from an acute sense of laziness!

It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
George from my best friends wedding!

puddilion!

i sit here in the rain and think of.... the sound of droplets hitting the sidewalk... the pitter patter of water striking a cobble stone pathway polished by millions of passerby's...... the gentle swoosh of a newly sprung leaf being struck by a heavy blob of water..... windows banging ..... so loud... not enough to shatter the glass....ivy dazzling with the drizzle of sparkling water clinging to raw stone and brick......... the smell of a million dusty books in a warm cozy library..... where you can sit on a comfy sofa and read for hours by the fireplace.... the thk thk thk of water hitting a purple raincoat.....leaves rustling in the breeze ...it sounds like the oceans arrived at my doorstep...... and i can have my delusions but only as long as i choose not to look out the window..... or open my eyes........

they were just fireflies to the untrained eye... tinkerbell


rice lights in a midnight sky


it feels like diwali!!!!


electric fireworks!

turquoise twirl

Jiggle it a little.
It'll open.
- Pinky and the Brain

turquoise twirl

argh i am just so sick and tired of this.....everything is wrong just so wrong....
its all a blur

crispaliana corinthiana

dont ask me what that means cos as it usually is with me....it means nothing....
this superbly brilliant song by the strokes says pretty much everything im thinking right now quite perfectly
Right, wrong, what to do?
Someday it will come to you
Hostile indians
We named our summer camp for you

I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I'm in utter dismay
I've got nothing to say

Harmless children
We named our soldiers after you
Don't be a coconut
God is trying to talk to you
We could drag it out
But that's for other bands to do

I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to give
Got no reason to live
But I will fight to survive
I've got nothing to hide
Wish I wasn't so shy

I'd like to watch
I'd like to read
I'd like a part
I'd like the lead

But
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to give
Got no reason to live
But I'll kill to survive
I've got nothing to hide
Wish I wasn't so shy




i know i know shame on me i took the easy way out of havin to make a proper entry but i really cant think of anything to say!

fog,steam and waiting

there is definitely something to be said about travelling by train...... planes or flights lack a certain charm which the railways have..... its almost romantic.....a majestic steam engine pulling up to a deserted train station at midnight and a man stepping onto a fog enveloped platform with a lonely old gentleman seated on a bench in the corner dozing.... holding onto his bag.... yellow lights ..... which almost seem like spotlights waiting to be cast on the passenger welcoming him into their warmth.... a light drizzle in the grey purple skies.... with stars not just yet ready to disappear....a majestic engine just getting ready to continue on its journey.the couple kissing in the spotlight after what seems like an eternity, in greeting

tra- la-la

turquoise twirl.....it sounds so exotic.... it makes me think of a tropical butterfly....of a turquoise ribbon twirling in the air when a gymnast gives her performance......some words just BELONG together.....they make the perfect couple.... like.... blue crush (prolly cos of the movie dunno cant seem to separate the two)...come to think of it pink princess.... i just love the names of some colours they're so fancy!.... it makes it seem so much richer... it adds character to it... like calling somethin brown and calling it burnt sienna.....! the colour vandyke brown makes me think of a general or a colonel.... crimson makes me think of silk sarees the typical kanchipuram ones....aquamarine makes me think of the beach a beach where the sand is so fine and so clean that it appears almost white..... violet cardigan.... magenta....maroon .... indian red (cant think of anything but red mud).. bottle green .....white snow......indigo rain.... purple haze (dunno)... red... blood red lips.....silver sparkles.... gold goblet.... sunkissed yellow!.....

coastline

streetside cafe...latte anyone?

young blood

defrosting butterflies

sunset on the canyon....

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Abelard"
A man awakens disheveled....on impulse he skips work and jumps on a train to mantauk....he meets a woman clementine.....they have a history..but neither remembers...but despite the fact they've had their memories erased each has a sensation of deja vu...can u really forget something thts that important to u?...or does it leave its imprint on ur mind, an imprint so deep that it can never be really and truly forgotten....
would u really want to forget...?
its ironic (i know ironic is not very apt here but im using the word ironic for want of a better word) that Mary a 20 something secretary quotes these lines to a 60 something man (Howard) not knowing that they were in a relationship, an affair.....the fact that these lines were taken from alexander popes eloise to abelard gives a subtle hint of the revelation made (their affair).....
the story behind eloise and abelard......
heloise(eloise) was a young girl of eighteen when she met abelard then 51...her uncle had bestowed upon abelard the task of tutoring eloise.From the moment they met they loved each other.Abelard had dedicated his life to the church and had taken a vow of celibacy.on discovering that eloise was pregnant with abelards child eloise's uncle had 2 of his servants castrate abelard.They were never to see each other again.eloise became a nun while abelard lost his position at the church.in a series of letters written by eloise to abelard she talks of her inner battle,trying to choose between her love for a man and her love for god.she envies those around her who have dedicated their lives out of choice and not force to the church and to god.she says
How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

ramblings of a bored mind

i love.... chocolate...white carnations..zerbera....blue...silver...bubble baths....watermelon on a hot summer afternoon....tea...warm blankets in cold rooms...seville...spain....pringles...oreo....water...sea....the beach....palm trees....coconut trees....lazy sunday afternoons...the word siesta intricate....diamonds set in platinum... raw mango...the sound of laughter.....the sound of rain....cool drizzle....roots...jeffrey archer..chandler bing....bring it on....eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...gladator..troy.... paycheck....under the tuscan sun...italian food...garlic bread...bruschetta....warm red wine....clear starry skies......white silk tents....alaska.....F1...schumi!.....srichappan....three doors down....killer whales....dolphins....seals...tigers....jaguars....kangaroo's...koala bears...pandas..bamboo.... hip hop.....hugs....turqoise...christmas!......snow......water sports.....chocolate cake....my comfy shorts....adidas....coca cola...mountain dew......holidays!.....translucent paper....oriental writing...chinese food......bubble baths....photos of friends and family......cozy rooms...christmas trees...friends...8 simple rules..butter sheets....soft cushiony couches....oak...wood....candles....meg cabot....fl wright....john grisham....robert ludlum....will and grace...8 simple rules for dating ...harry potter...staedtler....receiving mail....the smell of baby powder....skirts.....basketball....skating on ice.....sports movies.....stars...fireworks...disneyland.....london....flea markets.....glass....wine glasses....strawberries..hagen daaz.....granitas.... french fries...black currant ice cream.....green fields.....clear blue skies....windy days.....the feeling of the warm sun on my back...orangina...guylian....barney...harrods...window shopping....leather bound books...huge libraries....antique jewellery furniture.....paints....dry pastels....pencils....teddy bears......tv.....porchs....porsches...red....anklets..pendants....surfing the net....picnics....pleasant surprises...unexpected holidays.....hard work....maths....trigonometry...geometry...physics...mechanics of fluids....psycho ananlysis....psychology..... africa.....remember the titans...cutting edge....kitchens...wooden floors....tinsel...christmas trees...sugar....the word intricate and stilletoes....the number four...