and in this moment I am happy.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on October 10, 2009 by khoonbharimaang

In the mild light of my new lamp, under the soft swoosh of the fan, with the air just cold enough to leave a nip. With deadlines that I don’t seem concerned about, for once not too worried about the future. In the nice and calming quiet, sans conversation and sans music. I feel so incredibly at home. I’ve begun to feel not so much at home at my own home. I was told this would happen, and I never believed it, and bam.

I’d be worried about it, but the fan is on and the light is mild and I have magic beans, so I’m not.

Don’t Go Wasting Your Emotion

Posted in Uncategorized on October 6, 2009 by khoonbharimaang

U2 is coming out with Spider Man Music! There’s going to be more pop music in their next album! Bono’s met James Bond! And what nonsense, there’s no such thing as people who hate U2. Gleeful rapture happens.

Some moments and some memories tend to stick on longer than they ought to. I had a moment that I think will stick on in my head forever, and I really, *really* don’t think it ought to. But it will, and that pleases me and brings a nice suffused glow to my innards.

I wonder what they’re singing on the boys hostel roof. The sound gets too diffused and too broken by the time it reaches my window, and it always leaves me wondering.

Cargoes and kingdoms

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on October 6, 2009 by khoonbharimaang

From the wandering minstrels, I found this gem of a poem again. Cargoes, by John Masefield. I remember studying it in class 8th, in the inimitable Hand in Hand, with Mrs. Pandey going over the inflection of each of the words. I remember being absolutely fascinated with the new words, and the absolutely gorgeous imagery.

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

Going through the comments of this particular poem led me to a poem titled Tartary by Walter de la Mare. I haven’t read it before, but it’s just so imaginative and full of such delightful things. It has got me thinking about what I would do if I were Lord(ess) of Tartary. Reminds me of the other poem whose name I forget, about the child who imagines he was switched at birth and who thinks he might actually be the heir to some throne.

                                                    
                                                                
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed  should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
And in my court should peacocks flaunt,
And in my forests tigers haunt,
And in my pools great fishes slant
Their fins athwart the sun.

If I were Lord of Tartary,
Trumpeters every day
To all my meals should summon me,
And in my courtyards bray;
And in the evening lamps should shine,
Yellow as honey, red as wine,
While harp, and flute, and mandoline
Made music sweet and gay.

If I were Lord of Tartary,
I'd wear a robe of beads,
White, and gold, and green they'd be --
And small and thick as seeds;
And ere should wane the morning star,
I'd don my robe and scimitar.
And zebras seven should draw my car
Through Tartary's dark gleades.

Lord of the fruits of Tartary.
Her rivers silver-pale!
Lord of the hills of Tartary.
Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!
Her flashing stars, her scented breeze,
Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas,
Her bird-delighting citron-trees,
In every purple vale!

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If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
And in my court should peacocks flaunt,
And in my forests tigers haunt,
And in my pools great fishes slant
Their fins athwart the sun.

If I were Lord of Tartary,
Trumpeters every day
To all my meals should summon me,
And in my courtyards bray;
And in the evening lamps should shine,
Yellow as honey, red as wine,
While harp, and flute, and mandoline
Made music sweet and gay.

If I were Lord of Tartary,
I’d wear a robe of beads,
White, and gold, and green they’d be —
And small and thick as seeds;
And ere should wane the morning star,
I’d don my robe and scimitar.
And zebras seven should draw my car
Through Tartary’s dark gleades.

Lord of the fruits of Tartary.
Her rivers silver-pale!
Lord of the hills of Tartary.
Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!
Her flashing stars, her scented breeze,
Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas,
Her bird-delighting citron-trees,
In every purple vale!

Go Ahead and Light up the Town

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on October 3, 2009 by khoonbharimaang

I think As Tears Go By is a heartbreakingly beautiful song. It’s hard to imagine the guys who sang Satisfaction singing a song like this. Which is what makes it even more beautiful, I think. The violin sounds doleful and sad and nostalgic and yearning.

A senior once chastised me for putting my playlist on shuffle, and told me that it makes the music lose some of its awesomeness. As the Stones play on, I am beginning to see their point. Time Is On My Side is playing now, and I’m smiling cos I’m thinking back to the audio background that I used it for, and how I never realised how disturbingly apt it is.

I’m ridiculously re-in-love with the Rolling Stones.

Posted in Uncategorized on August 15, 2009 by khoonbharimaang

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(original here)

Summer Plans

Posted in Uncategorized on August 4, 2009 by khoonbharimaang

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(Original here)

This is such a depressing thing. I feel like the Girl and everyone around me seems to be the Cat.

Help.

So it’s not my fault, really…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 23, 2009 by khoonbharimaang

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(thanks to Anwesha for sharing this)