B-Log

Two illustrations for this week’s Illustration Friday topic - Tea.

The tea rituals and customs are different in different countries and societies. Tea spelled in English is blank, in whiteness, in a cup and saucer. Sophistication and minimalism. Whereas, the second image, which spells chai(tea) in Hindi on the stove grill, is about a road side tea stall where tea is prepared on a kerosene stove and served in tiny glasses.

So well, ek cup chai ho jaye?

Here is my entry.

Days like today don’t deserve just a post. They call for a celebration. And that’s exactly what I had… a celebration!

It has been raining through out the day today. It’s dark, gloomy, damp, squishy, cold. Yet, there are smiles all around (ignore the traffic jams and soiled clothes). It’s an annual event. And it has made people more excited than Dubai Shopping Festival does (confession: I have never been to the Global Village, nor do I intend to in the future).

After a busy day at work, headed for sumptutous lunch, coffee in the open … peacefully reading a book, relaxing with friends while being slouched in a couch, eating a warm choclate chip muffin and watching the drops of water on the glass window trickle down. The ripples in the puddles of water. The splashes by the speeding cars. The waves in mid air by the strong winds. And ending the day with nice, hot and spicy rajma-chawal that mom made :)

Took two videos with my phone. Both look quite similar though.

• Video 1
• Video 2

And a few pics too!

Jab Sabu ko gussa ataa hai, toh Jupiter par volcano erupt hota hai!!!
Chacha Chaudhary comics read something like that, didn’t they? The big guy causes volcanoes to erupt on a distant planet. What do we small ones cause?
How deep is your core and how long does it take you to erupt and spill out your lava? Or are you the dormant kinds which explode outta nowhere one fine day and might get blamed after a few million years for the extinction of an entire specie.

I had a heated argument with the bus driver today. It started with him raising his voice for something very small. He looked very irritated even before I approached him. After trying a diplomatic and then a funny approach I finally gave in and had to shout. And now I wonder what exactly made that man to act like that. How many of us have the boiling lava inside us and are actually looking for a vent… I think all of us. And causes all the other good things to melt and assimilate with it. Do we all have the means - social, physical, economical, mental - to keep it under check? Or do we choose to be that way?

Jab B ko gussa ataa hai toh blog par ek ghatiya third grade philosophical post erupt hoti hai! :)

Something crazy happened today when I went to watch Pride and Prejudice. I’d like to refer it as a special screening though. The characters in the movie suddenly got possesed by robotic souls and started sounding all android like. They said it was some technical fault, but I know the truth is out there!

On a sidenote

• Keira Knightley has a strange talent of getting on one’s nerves out of the blue.
• Love stories always tend to mistake my nerves for a special tap dancing arena.
• I managed to spill all the extra jalapenos while getting to my seat. Thankfully, they fell on a vacant one!

Unrelated
I’m hooked on to Nitin Sawhney’s album Philtre nowadays. Do give it a listening. Should please everyone I believe :)