A new baby card

I loved this card, the image is not as clear and i was not able to get the inside photograph because i had already written in, but it came out beautiful.

I liked the orange - yellow paper and the small beads detail that i added. i am not so good with color so i was glad to see that the red and green beads at the bottom actually work. Inside it had a red lace border that i punched out using a Fleur-de-isle border hold punch.

I also cut out a matching red ' little miracle'. Overall I think it looked really pretty. Of all the cards i have made so far, i would say this was my favouritest. It was actually hard to mail it :)

is se pehle ki yaad tu aaye

meri aankhon me phir lahoo aaye,
tujhse rishtaa main tod jaaunga
main tera sheher chhod jaaunga

I like this song because
1) Kishore Kumar has done such an amazing job of singing it, when he goes tujhse rishtaa ... i love that
2) It is all sorts of crazy, and i like all sorts of crazy. I can see myself doing something like that. ...इससे पहले कि तू मुझको ठुकराए, मेरा दिल तोड़े, अपना दिल खुद मैं तोड़ जाऊँगा.... वाह वाह वाह, क्या ज्ञानी हो जी आप तो। अरे, कोई हमारा दिल तोड़े, वो एक बात, और हम जो खुद ही अपने से दुश्मनी निकालें, पक्की वाली, तो फिर तो ... बल्ले बल्ले हो गयी है... अब् कोई रोक सकता है क्या ऐसे किसी पागल को।

an expression of love

In the way that I evaluate the world, I put great stock in the ability to love something or someone to the point of oblivion to everything else. If you have to pencil it in your calendar and force yourself to make time for it, it is a chore, it is not love. When you are in love, you never have to find time, it makes its own time. It nudges everything else around and makes its own space. When you are in love, you don’t think I have no time to call her, no, you think how am I going to finish all this other stuff up so I can call her. When you are in love and she calls you, you don’t bark a ‘what?’ into the phone. No, you just cannot believe that she has finally called you, you try to hide how happy you are, and yet the smile that is exuding from every pore of your being somehow makes its way across the oceans and seven thousand miles away from you, she is happy too. That is love. I know it because I have been there, I have had it, and nothing you say now is going to convince me otherwise.

He now tells me that ‘all the work I do is for this family, for all of us, it is an expression of my love’ well, that is such baloney and crap. Because all the work you do is an expression of your contentiousness, your taking the responsibility of providing for this family, it is not an expression of your love for me. And you are right, you are doing an amazing job of providing for us, I have absolutely no complaints in that regard. But when you have to take your blackberry out to figure out when you can or cannot have lunch with your wife, and you end up telling her you don’t see how you can make it anytime before the 15^th of February because you are just so swamped with work meetings, it is not an expression of love.

And the least you can do is understand why she is not so appreciative of you trying to give her some time. You should wipe that bewildered look off your face when she gets up and leaves, ‘Forget it, I don’t want to have lunch with you. Ever.’ Seriously, you are not the injured party here, so please stop acting like one.

agar tum na hote

na jaane kyon dil se ye awaaz aayi
milan se hai bardh ke tumhari judaaii

I love these lines, I love them because they are hopelessly romantic, they are asinine, asinine is my new favourite word, you figured eh! yeah! i like using that. back to the song, well... its a nice song, apart from the absurdity mentioned above, but then that is what love is, it confuses the hell out of you, and like i said elsewhere, the more logical analytical you get on its ass, the more the solution eludes you. and that is when you come up with this kind of nonsense. milan se hai bardh kar tumhari judaaii, what does that even mean, how could that be possible, only in upside down universes like ours do fools like me fall for this kind of trickery, because in all those other sensible universes, milan just has to be better than judaii, par shayad angoor khatten hain.

how do you copy from word to blogger

does anybody know what the best way to copy your word document into blogger is? every time i do that, i find that the formatting gets messed up and i have no way of fixing it, short of re-writing the whole thing.

do i sabotage myself?

6 January 2011

There is snow falling out of the window I am sitting in this kids play area slightly depressed. I am not entirely sure why I am depressed, or perhaps I am but want to ignore the reason, thinking that if I look at the reason it might be hard to ignore this feeling down business, which is weird because haven’t we been told enough number of times that staring a problem in the face makes it go away. Or is it possible that we do not stare in the face for precisely that reason we do not wish for it to go away the problem is familiar, we know how to act around it and … well that sounds asinine, why would anyone willingly choose to stay with an unpleasant situation. Who says it is willingly done, subconsciously; we make bad judgment calls and then cry about them. Like last night I thought about putting away my daughter's birthday gift and then I started doing something else and left it there, what did I expect? of course she found it and then I was sad that my surprise had been ruined. Well I sabotaged myself.