s q u a r e r o o t o f m i n u s n i n e

bye bye back to back

bye bye home
bye bye dd
i will be back
only to leave once more

posted by goddess @ 5:23 PM Comments: 2

accomodate

2 years ago i made my mother buy me a complete attire of formal wear- shirt, trousers, shoes. I had a car accident the first day I wore them all together. My shoes got scratches, their foam leather peeled in months to come, making them unwearable. I left my corporate office in another 6 months.... never to return to the same world. My trouser has since collected dust at the fold it is hung on, hanging in the almirah. The shirt; I never it wore again, not due to superstition alone, but because it was a little large for me. Its sleeves, its width. I was too frail then.
Toady its one of my favourite shirts. It fits me perfectly. Its coulour accentuates mine. I had never thought that one day I'll start wearing it. It was lying in the pile of clothes all this while, out of plain inertia.
What didnt fit me once, fits me today. What I hated once, I love today. Accomodations happen, all the time. So extreme choices never really exist... on an average that is.

posted by goddess @ 5:10 PM Comments: 1

what for

posted by goddess @ 3:23 PM Comments: 0

tetris

When I approach the red signal at the intersection, on my way to office.
I feel like i am a block in a game of tetris.
I have been shot to quickly scan the vehicle shore ahead of me.
I find the nook, the nudge, the gap, where I fit deepest and best.

posted by goddess @ 3:07 PM Comments: 1

National Security Vs predator after alien after humans

The whole theatre stinks with the degeneration and decay of Alien Vs Predator 1.
Part 2 is the epitome of the overused combination of C-grade Hollywood teenage horror flicks. Abundant with typical characters of an ethnic cop, a dependable friend, a yet-to-discover-courage teen brother, a blonde with respective assets, a tough woman, and her wise-but-difficult-daughter… complete with raining nights, swimming pools and cafes.

The only difference in the plot is that instead of a political / human / natural calamity villain, we have evolved species. The wasted aliens with no character are killing people with glamour and gore; while the predator is full of wisdom and morals, killing only aliens and people who attack/ endanger him.

Its not the
Story-less movie
Un-etched characters
Outdated sound effects
Complete lack of awe (except in 2-3 places)
Evaporated empathy, sympathy, understanding or any connection for that matter between the audience and the movie

But the FMCG-isation of the cinema that the movie is an outcome of. It’s as if the director and all the other ones involved took a few MOVIE TEMPLATES and just renamed it as ‘Alien Vs Predator 2’.
Why does the sequel squeal while the precedent roared!
Not only is it a harassment to see such a movie, it is equally disgusting to think and write about it, for it is sickening to revisit the moments I lived in the theatre. Whenever did I want to be a film critic…

posted by goddess @ 3:53 PM Comments: 2

light

posted by goddess @ 6:40 PM Comments: 0

root

at the end of the day, this is where i want to be.
at the start of the day, this is where i want to wake up.
and it not just my home. its the home where my mother and brother stay.
the one and only original home.

i am a great believer of ancestral property.
Now that is the root home. It must stand and be lived in by the generation which has chosen to stay.
In a world where we are constantly losing, gaining and changing our identity, all of which are metaphysical, we need something to be physical and unchanging. To reconnect, to find our origins. Just as we left them.

No matter how typical this sounds, 'finding your roots' et al, its necessity can be felt by everyone.
When i go to my hills of garhwal, i feel connected to everyone. Its strangely prejudiced. To me they are all my fellow men, and this knowledge is enough for me to love them. Such a feeling does not churn in my gut for people of other lands. Though I like them too for different reasons, but never because they are a punjabi, nepali etc. And simlarly, I never hate them because of the region they hail from. I hold nothing against bongs, mallus, jats etc.. the COMMUNITY, the region. There is so much regional ICONOLY happening. How everyone (part) represents the region (whole) they are from.
So, i am a secular person (here, in terms of region, not religion), and yet, i am biased to humans of my region.

posted by goddess @ 6:39 PM Comments: 0

cittery tittery

I sit on the bus, watching vast areas of burned trees.... unseen till now, for when i drive on my scooty, i never take my eyes off the road/ traffic.

And now that i have the privilege of seeing beyond the walls which race along the roads, i realised that i havent lived in this city.
I have used it.
Like everyone else.
I use the
public services
semi public services
utility services
recreation services
the municipality builds, we bite.

we dont share the relationship which a farmer shares with his land.
we are not even the landless labourers.
we are the landless vultures.

posted by goddess @ 6:35 PM Comments: 0

japan jana hai

I am so knowledge/ information consuming. Reading/ listening/ watching/ eating.
I have seen so much without seeing/ hearing/ tasting them.
Living a virtual world.
I am very local. I wish to travel the world... dido's lyrics
I know the parts. Not the whole. the holistic. Its only the one who travels, knows the gravity of reality. I have no sense of geography.

posted by goddess @ 3:35 PM Comments: 3