Friday 29 June 2012

A line will take us hours maybe...

Like a tune - from the cafe - now stuck,
Early that morning she'd heard
Only in hindsight she discovered,
How the passing encounter had lingered...

His face as ephemeral a memory - 
As the eternity of an instant
Before rising from a dream
- all day long, had been her waking constant...! 

The luxury of finding a ride to-and-fro long distance drives can occasionally result in a fancy. Like this one. Since the drive was approximately 2 hours, one side, I'd say I must have taken at least about 3 (hours, yes) coming up with 8 very amateur lines... erm. In my defense, the drive was pretty and very distracting. In all honesty, poetry is obviously not my thing, lol! 

Anyway. I thought this would... could... make up for an intermittent something before I did up the proper blogpost that's been pending 2 days now with unexpected work, and stuff... 

Also. To indulge the fancy of a fancy, I put together this: 


Sadly, isn't everyday anymore that I put this "muse-notebook" to any good avail, although I still faithfully carry its weight in my bag. Since there is no saying when I shall next orchestrate a tryst between paper and pencil - I figured this deserved a spot in the archives.  

ps: Open image in a new tab maybe?
pps: Title credit of William Butler Yeats

xx
 J. 

Wednesday 13 June 2012

A very small man can cast a very large shadow!


"Let me give you some advice, Bastard. Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like an armor, so it can never be used to hurt you!" 



He has definitely sounded wittier, snider, less forthcoming, more sensitive, less kinder, and more vulnerable than the lines - my personal favorite - that I chose to quote and introduce His (not-so) Highness with.

But here's what. Tyrion Lannister, the infamous Imp, the physical Halfman, the secondary prodigal, the unfortunately legitimate clansman, the unflattering brother, the bothersome brainiac who allegedly reads more than he drinks and drinks more than he reads, the disarming runt who has reputation of seeking company and comfort in brothels over "honor-homes" - is best summed up in those words of his own from the early encounter with Jon Snow.

Because beyond the unchangeable given - his dwarf packaging - what makes this Lannister the man that he is, has to be dogmatic adherence to that unsolicited advice he imparts. Impudent but well-intended.

He's no man of honor, but one of lessons.
Shrewd but not vile.
Thoughtful but not benign.
And more often than not, he will get his way with both the first word, and the last laugh.

Tyrion inspires a wariness, true to the attributes of a Lannister. But it's different. It's not suspicion of ill intention that conceives this wariness, but an ambiguity about his potential. As an ally, as much as an opponent.  A wariness that is born of the constant surprise he proves to be, especially to those who take him less than seriously. He is prompt to dispel all presumptuous underestimations with regards to himself with a flourish that stumps, making mockery look like a rather shabby and futile counter. He professes no power except that in his name, even while making no secret of the disappointment he's held for bearing upon the same.

He is a diplomat - shady and sharp.
Darkly romantic, but rarely reciprocated.
Cynical, but realistic than bitter.
This-abled, than disabled.

Life teaches him, no easy way, to not crave attentions he cannot have. He makes up for the lack, buying that which can be bought, and earning that which can be earned. With no pretty Lannister doll-face to bail him out of spots, Tyrion becomes a thinker to survive. A survivor to save. A savior to serve. And a server to command.

He might have cut himself the image of the proverbial rat who's first to flee a ship wreck. More than once. But Tyrion Lannister shows a quirky knack for loyalty, compassion and bravado beneath that face of I, me, myself.  Loyalty towards a family that all but discards him. Compassion sans sympathy, for the compromised or lacking which makes for an eclectic bunch of his beneficiaries. A cripple. A bastard. A eunuch. A hostage princess. A foreign whore-mistress. A vagabond sellsword. Bravado in the intuitive manner with which he wields his unfailing spontaneity to rescue, against enemies who would be formidable to greater forces with lesser minds.

Perhaps the most curious thing about Tyrion Lannister however, is the fact that he's the only primary character in the series who is not vying for a prize crown. Out of no ethical compunctions either.

Tyrion could have easily been the rarest kind of unambitious Lannisters - perhaps the only one, unless one considers the outcast ancestor in the Knights Guard - if life had caught him a break. It is easy to imagine him having lived off the lavishes and comforts of his family name, with a satisfaction that is foreign, even unbecoming of a Lannister. On which note also occurs to me the interesting irony of how many Lannisters in fact get away rather luxuriously, doing nothing with their lives, bearing little resistance and no scruples.

But not digressing. What is it exactly then that makes Tyrion Lannister roll? 

One could think of fates and their ploy putting him repeatedly on the spot until he learned to fend for himself and became cognizant of the greater things he seems accomplished and intended for. But honestly, I believe there is a less heroic and more regular reason at play. Personally I'd put money on an idea he constantly lives in denial of, to the extent that even he, Tyrion Lannister, is vaguely oblivious about its role in his life and actions. The need to prove himself as being better than a disappointment. It would seem at least mildly far fetched for someone as evidently self assured and resolved as Tyrion to strive for a purpose of impressions - but it obviously runs deeper than that. While he is someone who has taught himself to be beyond the opinions of a populace that can never critically match up to half the Halfman that he is, the wound of being unwanted and a disgrace has festered unhealed. He has learned to lick it by wasting life on what he assumes to be largely his own terms - but truth of the matter is, he has always given a damn. Enough, to stick around with a fidelity his kinsmen are unworthy of, to exercise principles that would appeal as unwise to his better mind.

Tyrion wears "Lannister" as a badge of disgrace and purpose at once. Without (as it seems) an explicit idea about this driving motivation to prove himself, even lesser idea about who he strives to prove a point to, his means to this end are uncharacteristically selfless! He doesn't hope for titles or thrones for himself, with which to reign and prove his mettle. Instead he picks up the pieces left for him, and makes of them which few, if any, others could. And at some subconscious level, he hopes for a day when perhaps his contribution will be recognized - just for what it is worth... A recognition which will be a reward unto itself in the redemption it will offer him for a failure that he has borne for an unfair cross all his life!

Without meaning so much to be, Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King of Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, is a singular force to reckon with, in floating the boat of thrones!

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ps: Just on a Tyrion high, I didn't wait to finish up with the remaining 3 episodes of Season 2 (including the unanimously applauded Blackwater). In case of fact-corruption on that account, excuse my impatience!

pps: Belated Happy Birthday Peter Dinklage! You breathe Tyrion Lannister into existence...

ppps: Title quotes the character of Lord Varys, Game of Thrones. Avatar (above) (c) of N. =)

Sunday 10 June 2012

La Furia Roja!!!

This is a quick one. But Euro's been on for 2 days now, and technically speaking so, this blogpost comes belatedly.

But I'll just 'fess up my sworn loyalty to The Red Fury - till Spaniards hit the fields, the tournament doesn't really begin for me! Can't wait to cook Italians for an early dinner today!

That aside, Group B is obviously the most eventful group at this stage - not so much to say for Group C, which would bore me but for Spain. B is a tad tamer version of 2010 FIFA's group (N.Korea, Brazil, Ivory Coast, Portugal). Makes me wonder about Portugal's perpetual luck getting themselves into the thick-net groups! Which further takes me to Germany, and their first round win yesterday. Since they're next only to Spain on my rooting list, and since Portugal doesn't even feature on it - woot to that!

And while I'm at it what was with Denmark pulling that out-of-no-where upset on The Netherlands? Not complaining though, I love the underdogs - chance, or otherwise. As long as Spain keep their spot... 

So anyway - Euro's happening. Synopsis work has finally kicked in full gear. Draft 1 for the manuscript has acquired formal defines too. Catching up on second season of Game of Thrones this weekend. NBT's Friday episode put it on my slow-burner but Monday might just bounce right back! Intrigue for Vikram Thakur grows fast meanwhile...

I broke my favorite coffee mug earlier this week - and rued over it plenty. Memory of good old times, won over a routine Scrabble wager with my brother. So he was the first one I called to whine about the loss. Yesterday afternoon a parcel arrives. He placed an online order for a custom mug and got one delivered. Somedays, you just gotta swell up with fond love for pesky younger brothers and their unfathomable affections, haha!

Overall - a well paced week. Hoping it ends on the note of Spain grabbing a grand spoil to kickstart their stint! La Furia Roja!!! 



So long, ye'fellas...

Saturday 2 June 2012

A blog from the archives!

It must be the drugs that doctor put me on - but I fell for the impulse to browse through old folders in the music and picture and documents sections of my laptop. I realize its hypocritical of me, the extent of fuss I make in having all the pictures from all the events in all of my life - organized, meticulous, abundant - when all they do is rot in some space of my hard disc forever after. My go-to (s) whenever I want to revisit a memory, I tell myself and others. Music is similar too. It's not even funny how much space music takes up on my disc. 

Anyway. Browsing old folders, with a cup of coffee, snuggled in my bed by the window, feeling warm on a chilly day - it's like the stage is set to be transported back to times, and places... and people. I feel a tad overcome by the mix of sentiments. My options are sleeping over all the data crowding the little space inside my bird brain, or getting it out of my system here on the blog - and wont you agree with the latter being more of an idea? I'll go with it. 

Music is too ambitious for a blog post. So pictures we have. Some stolen captures stored away in the archives. Nothing personal - but just... pictures I feel mildly accomplished about. Others that just tell stories of their own. Or others - just to add up to the goof-quotient of the post :D 

Here goes nothing...! 

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Sunset upon the Sognsvann - I know the colors are unreal. I was actually in awe of myself after taking this one, haha, but in the hindsight, I dedicate it to the ah-mazing SLR I borrow-begged from my friend. Really - what could I possibly have to do with such sheer... *fill in appropriate adjectives* I start with it, because first impressions count. =] 

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I know. This one is like blasphemy after the first one =P  But I discovered it after 7 years. Isn't that something to say? I almost looked at it like I didn't recognize it in the folder until it jumped at me! My very first trip to the mart to equip my very first dorm room in my taste. Yeh, so I was like one of those less pampered kids who had to go to shitty places like Meijer's and make good deals. No, I take it back. I was actually far too provided for. But making good deals was the best I could do to feel like I was being... responsible I guess. Looking back, it was good fun. I came back 80 bucks poorer and 3 hours of life gone, says a photo right after this one in the folder, which is a picture of the bill on which I have "scribbled" this exclusive information to refer to in future times like tonight (yes I've been told I'm weird. Ample times.)  Anyway, I can still vaguely feel the memory, as if it were tangible, that feeling after I finally did up my room. It was unlike any other I've had before that, or after, in setting up "my space". There's something about that first time you move away from home, and discover a spot in a new world and make it your own... But without further digressing, see why this one came after that first? 
High EQ attached =) 

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This one is old too. 2007, I think... or maybe 2008. No my name is not Tessa. And it was certainly not my 12th birthday in 07-08. But don't you just love kid birthday parties with a theme? Come on, own up! The only way you can say no to that, is if you're a male. And no, I'm not being sexist - but you know its true =D Anyway. This picture features because I've truly never seen a more awesome cake. I personally helped go to the stupid thrift stores to look up all those jungle animals in it - cleaned and sterilized them so they could be used. It deserves to make this list. I mailed that picture to my Mom later and complained about never getting a cake like that. She had a good answer in return but I shall save myself face on my own blog and not share that. But yeh - isn't that like one helluva cake?! Too bad, there is nothing I can do to trick my fiance into having this to go for our wedding - too wild literally, even by my bizarre standards! 

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From my road trip through North India last winter. This one's in the national capital, on this road they call the "road of rule" - aka Raj Path. How quirky is the shot in that context?! Picked this from a lot of some genius photography by my cousin - because this is just something I would choose to represent memoirs of a road trip =D

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Just a glimpse of a day in the life of me. It's not at home. It's not at school. It's from a writing camp I took over a couple years ago, to this heaven like retreat location. This was the corner I chose for my spread and scatter. And I loved it so much - when I was leaving 3 weeks later, I thought I'd never find a similar inspirational "set up" to write again! Alas - c'est la vie! 
Anyway. So this shot is my personal favorite litmus test poser. If you're one tenth Sherlock, you can tell everything about me, that needs telling, just by studying it. What you can't tell is likely what you needn't know!  

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Nahh, I didn't take that one. I stole it off a friend - because honestly I can never actually get that close to these silly scary and scared animals and manage to click a shot without having them flee miles away from me when I'm still a highway's distance away! Besides it's too good a shot to be my work - the deer actually seem like they're posing - it's another thing they were just "flash struck" for a nanosecond before taking off. A nanosecond that was enough for my vary determined friend apparently, lol! 
So why this shot? It's just... everything that I called home all those years growing up. Maple. Snow. Deer. Yes - it would definitely define what my world looked like, the first two decades of growing up in that suburban moor off-town-limits... until I moved out for studies.

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I don't think most people could tell what this is - it's a Fairy Door. One of the funnest things I've done in my life is hunting the city sidewalks for fairy doors. This shot I post is sadly - I have no idea what I was thinking! - the only picture I have of them for the record, but I think I just got so excited about the whole hunting process, that it didn't occur to me until much later, that I hadn't taken shots! 
So what are fairy doors, is an interesting question to ask and answer. They are these tiny fairy world entrances carved into niches and corners and walls and proper doors - and just about anywhere in the city! You have to be basically be looking for them and you will spot some! It's supposed to be like this secret tourist attraction in Ann Arbor, and I only learned of it from the desk lady at the city Library I went to browse in - because there is one door in that place too! And she told me how this campus town was like home to the concept of "Urban Fairies" and there were doors scattered over the streets and buildings in the town, which were doors into the fairy world. Interestingly not even many locals know about these things! Yet - it's like a vintage part of that vintage town - even though it's a fairly recent concept! And the 4 hours of fairy door hunting I indulged in, has to feature high in the list of coolest things I've done! The fact that here is a place, which actually endorses the concept of a fairy world amidst our own - one you have to seek out with a keen eye - how random and freak-awesome right?! I thought it was quite like Horton finding another world that existed in the speck on a flower! Anyway - to give a better picture of how fairy doors look, where you can spot them, the size proportions of the fairy world - here go some qweet picture links I found on the internet (copyrights belong to original sources of course) 

http://urban-fairies.com/images/PK.pics/PKdoor.closed3-4.jpg  - that's the one I posted a close up of, from my archives. It's called the "peaceable kingdom door" cause it's carved into the side plank of a store called The Peaceable Kingdom. 

http://urban-fairies.com/images/A2L.pics/A2Lshelf3.jpg   -  that's the one in the city library, where the whole adventure of seeking out fairy doors began! =))) 

http://urban-fairies.com/images/NIcolasBooks.pics/N.mantel.jpg   -  above the fireplace mantle in a bookstore. 

http://urban-fairies.com/images/GOOGLE.pics/Ann-Arbor-ConfRm.-Google.jpg   - can you see that door like thing on the top maroon mantle? Here's a close up -  http://urban-fairies.com/images/GOOGLE.pics/Giggle.door.jpg  - so it's a "Giggle" door in the Ann Arbor Google office! I haven't seen this one actually, nor the office for that matter, and don't know if it even existed back when I was hunting for them, because they've been coming up with quite a few new ones I heard! But since I found it while browsing for some samples, thought I'd post it here too - Giggle's kinda cute for Google environs =D 

(phew - this entry grew long...)

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So well. I do think there are plenty of other shots I'd like to share. Talk about. Just revisit old memories through blogging... but since I ran many miles over the fairy doors, I should call it time out here. Maybe more for another time... another post! 

ps: I don't usually say this, because blogging is more like my vent for myself - but it would be awesome if you stumble upon this post and share something like this from your archives! 

Here's hoping everyone's having a swell weekend, until next time...