The Fire descends!

I had been to church this morning after having missed it for two consecutive weeks. It was a more of a guilt than an inclination that I woke up early and treaded towards the church. Little did I realise that it was roughly ten days over forty past Easter. In Christianity, we do believe that Jesus resurrected after death and stayed with His disciples for 40 days after which He ascended bodily into heaven . Ten days later He sent The Holy Spirit which is symbolised by 'Tongue of fire' and also by the white dove. This day (7th Sunday from Easter) we celebrate Pentecost commemorating that we always have company in the Holy Spirit.

This is just for a background.

Coming to the point, I was still drowsy from the previous nights movie, but the short and crisp sermon delivered by the Bishop opened my eyes! There was a very beautiful line in his speech which I'd like to quote

' Fire is considered to bring about destruction but if you look carefully it brings about transformation '

This had depth enough to stir me.

 I also got to witness three different sacraments today- Baptism, Communion and Confirmation. It was wonderful to see how people from different age groups , with a splash of water on the forehead were baptised. Though I have seen people attaining these sacraments, never caught the three at the same time. It was a welcome experience for me and a very good start to the week.

Brown's brawny!

Not an avid religious, but I sometimes chance to grace the nearby church at Palmerston Road. I had been there a couple of times, majorly drawn to it owing to its vivid architecture. Exquisitely intricate! I was so awed, that amidst the sunday service I was sitting, fabricating pleas to the Almighty for but one sunny day, that I could go click the magnifique in peace.

As I believe, God hears prayers and lo! I was obliged too. Grabbed my camera for a kickass shoot as my muse stood waiting! With a little cajoling she did agree to flaunt her contours..Check her out =>

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Movie Marathon! I love it!

It's like there has been some adjustment to the machinery in me- I'm stuck to my laptop like never before. I have been cramming in on any movie I could think of on my HP G62 (most derided laptops of all), thanks to IMDB, the extratorrent site and windows media player. Just in a matter of 3 days, I have downloaded and watched six of the latest flicks and streamed some online as well. Nine down and still counting. My gray cells have been overloaded with information and I might be well rustling up some plot without even me realising.. Gosh! wish I were such a genious.

To read out in order:

1) Fast and the Furious 5
2) Insidious
3) The Source Code
4) Dhobi Ghat
5) The Lincoln Lawyer
6) Limitless
7) Shor in the City
8) The Adjustment Bureau
9) Another movie which I cannot even name (lol ;))

and the tenth one is 'Thor' which I'm yet to lay my eyes on. It's quite a feat achieved for a person who in the recent 6 months has barely watched 8 movies. All of this along with 8 hours of office, take off the sleeping and eating time. This demonstrates that I still have it in me :) All in all it has been quite entertaining!

To uncover the truth, this is the best I could do to subdue my agony of a bad appraisal at work and make my life worth living. Need some tips too???

The Beltane Fire Festival '11 and I

Celebrating the age old pagan Beltane festival replete with fire and lashings of body paint, Calton hills in the Scottish capital Edinburgh, cutlassed the winter shiver to welcome the warmth of summers ! It was one of the most spectacular events that I have witnessed in this sleepy little city (not that sleepy as one gets to know it ;))

Benefitting from my short height, I did happen to make it in the front row and could catch the frolic from close quarters. Got to catch a glimpse of the very majestic May Queen and the men painted in red, it was a totally outlandish feeling! I also joined the semi clad men and women dancing around the bonfire swaying to their transcendental chants.
As an Indian we have a plethora of festivals, some of which are a wee bizarre, but great fun! We gleefully douse each other in coloured water and get painted to incognizance! We also have the festival of lights where we burn crackers, the sky is adorned with colourful fireworks and the aura gets pleasantly deafening.Yes I'm talking about Holi and Deepawali. This Fire Festival to me was a handshake of the two Indian festivals -people with painted bodies worshipping fire :) I was completely at ease!

Have fun watching the snaps sneaking out of my camera lenses :)

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People say I talk!

Gruelling! That's how I define solitude...Take my word for life... nobody on earth will be revered for leading a successfully lonesome life but for me! My friends bet on me holding my tongue dumb for at least five minutes! Guess what?? It's a battle now!! If only it were as big a sport as cricket, they would have raked in buckets of moolah..Silence is gold but who likes the yellow metal, It's so passe'

I'm a people's person, when I say this I literally mean I am one. I assimilate joy into my life and hopefully into other souls around me who do sneak a smile/giggle (targeted either at me or my blabber).. I wonder why people shy away from speaking. I will confess that speaking is really not an art, this is an innate capability which every human being is bestowed upon with and should be used in it's full capacity(unless one is muted by nature)

While I was in kindergarten, there had been a constant complaint from my teachers that I was less articulate. I took it up as a challenge to rescue myself from the derision! The following year I read a lot and blurted about everything-even as remote as a shoe-lace. Swashbuckled to the core! I somehow made my parents proud by not getting the same remark about myself in the next parents-teacher meeting. To be true, it was a different affair by then :( I was told off by my teachers and students that I am the noisiest in the class and often out-standing (read - standing out of the class as an act of punishment)! I was KNOWN...Believe me, I had on one hand the ecstacy of conquering my muted expressions in all its spontaneity and at the same time the onslaught of too many kvetches from my near and not so dear ones! It was a lot to handle for my wee little brain. I felt like a celebrity- Tugged down when you prefer to be silent and even otherwise.

With this ruptured idea of glory, I did trudge a long way until I was in my college. It was there where I made some friends for life! 'Friends for life' do have the right to judge and yell at you point-blank. It was a regular snap ' Sheila, aren't you tired of speaking' ,'We'll cellotape your lips'. These comments grew incessant as my talking grew. Much to my chagrin, the habit was holding steady on to my tongue marring all my attempts to correct myself.

It did bring me a job though. I headed to being a professional in one of the mutinationals! Nothing deterred me from practicing my ideologies that I had nurtured. Every team that I worked for was the noisiest during my tenure, often colleagues from the surrounding bay raised a brow to calm me down. I was and I am unremitting. Be it a game of cards, cooking, watching movies or reading a book.. I am never silent. I'm told off every now and then. But why should I be a silent observer when I know I can make a mark by speaking :) :)

I'm silent only when I'm alseep. If people have qualms, I don't care! When people refuse to listen to me , I vent it here :)

Tryst with black and white continued ...

                        

                                          

                                      

                                    

Tryst with Black and White!