Ilan means a good person, sweet and simple.
I like it.InsaAllah..:)

it is strange how strange has become such a famliar feeling for me..strange expalins the unexpalinable...a tingle in the heart . that lil goosebum u felt on some vague part of ur body... a dejavu... a body language that u cudnt decipher... a smile u share with some random 'starnger'
i like strange because it is a refreshing breath from the mundaness of life.
which gets me asking myself how mundane is my life...
hmm... now that i am indulging in such random shit like nobody's buisness....
and my eyes are getting droopier
i realise the time has come to let go off my keyboard...
there.. there slowly ... as my keyboard gently weeps...

(can someone plz do a semiotic analysis of that song for me..as my guitar gently weeps.. what was that song again..)
ok
a graceful goodbye
and i am off the stage...

Goodness

well its been ages since i have blogged...
well i guess i dunt have anything to write down or maybe i have too much to say. and this is the point my head is blank and i keep editing stuff in my head ...bcoz some stuff cant be put down bcoz the " how will people take it" factor comes into the picture..
i am sure it has happened to mny of us.. we say stuff we just dont mean. we only say it because that's how people expect us to react. why do we all eventually standardize everyting in our lives... ok i dunt want to ask too many questions.. i mean why do we have to question everything... ok here we go again. we dunt have to question everything. that's better....or do we....... (oohhh..its one of those contradictory statements..).

ok moving on.

"yeah even i loved that movie" ..(no i dont ..why did i say that ...it just came out...those words..ok now its out i am an official admireer of the movie.. but i havent given much thought to that movie...) classic isnt it, how some of us tend to gurad our individuality ...how we pooh pooh the people that jump onto the bandwagon...........
at one point i wanted to be a unique individual. ha h a to hell with that now. everyone's unique ...(aahh..anothzer one of them..the oxymoron club..). [i know a few people will be wondering what i actually mean by the oxymoron club..well even i dunt know what i am exactly trying to convey....maybe sort of vaguely] hmm

i am wondering if i shud mention that at this point my tooth is throbbing ..(the post root canal treatment experience)... madly . actually its kind of bearable.

hey blank again.
its tata time.

tata.

the old man and the sea

i was working late night in my textile studio. after a long time i felt this drive to "work"..... since my faculty suggested i work on large surfaces i occupied one of those empty studios where i had lots of tables to myself....and more importantly a lot of space all to myself....

the freshers from my discipline were in the adjacent room playing one sound track after the others ... the dj of the classroom had this propensity to play more of the early nineties songs which i really enjoy.they make me nostalgic and remind me of my years in a now foreign land but once upon a time i used to call it home away from home..(not refering to my alma mater here.)

and then she played this one song of the same era. a song that was a hit during its time and continues to be loved by all of us even now. the song: "papa kehte"..listening to it just brought this warm glow in my heart. i remeber what a cute pair juhi chawla and amir khan made. they were the most popular pair back then.....
another thought(read song) that crossed my mind was "koi kahe" from the movie dil chahta hai.... not the chocolate boy next door amir khan in a white shirt and black trousers...but an amir khan in tight leather pants , a glossy shirt and a hairdo to make a 40+ pass off for a college lad....and u smile to urself and u cant help thinking of how drastically time has gone by. period

note: i wrote this post really long ago and i guess i only took the time out tonight to actually complete it.

good morning

Waking up early in the morning is a very blissful experience for me.
i remember my early adolescent years ( where i went through a nocturnal phase) i loved the silence of the night and the soft cocooning it gave me.and somehow in our family all the siblings had this habit of being able to concentrate only in the night...which meant flasks of bitter strong coffee loaded with potent sugar...

after joining college. my lifestyle took a not so dramatic turn... i was christened 'zombie' by my dear old roomie bcoz of the late nites i used to spend working.... and generally fooling around.....and socializing with ppl.....

i have never been a systematic or organized person.my friend once told me (he was analyzing my handwriting..) that i may categorize and put my stuff in boxes but within those boxes things are a total mess...
the past 3 years of my college life i have had one consistent thought.a very unconcious/ sometimes concious goal :to get organised , to meet deadlines.....

second year of my college : took up textile design. needless to say i had to start putting in more hours of work... that is when i had a paradigm shift.i realised i had to kick start my day waking early in the morning.....
the fact that i rarely managed to execute it will require another blog topic all together.

i am in my final year of college and i have one more semester to go. the past 3 years looked in retrospect feels like a very hazy thought. seems like several years of learning and understanding has been capsulated in those seemingly short 'three years'. and the learning most of the time has been very unconcious.

i feel a sense of calm this morning and that feels good.i hope all of u have a good day today and to those ppl who are reading it really late in the night..i am guessing u have been surfing the web for quiet some time and are probably checking out profiles of long forgotten frnds in any one of those million social netwrking communities... by now u have no idea what u mite be doing with that precious time of urs...but ur past rational thinking ..and ur still up....:)...a good nite to u .

ok work beckons and i cant postpone it anymore.cya all later
bye

my first blog

i have alway wanted to blog.
today i have started one out of sheer frustration.
the hwole day my restless energy hasnt let me wrk.
and i have been trying to divert that energy in vain.
so while i am supposed to weave ,,, here i am writing to a lot of anonnymous ppl in my first blog which is going to undergo a lot of transition
stopping now
regards
reshma rahiman