'Exquisitely Beautiful'

I just saw the meaning of 'Lovely' listed as 'Exquisitely Beautiful', and just Had to use that as the title of this post! It's been some days since I last came across words as striking as that.
No, no.. I don't mean to say that no one around me has used either of the two in my presence lately.. It's just that, as I was sitting to write this post, one of the things I was thinking of seemed to merit just this phrase!! The utter thrill of seeing my thoughts translated thus is, alas, indescribable!
So now, I'm going to follow my normal practice of writing in long, complicated sentences in a bid to conceal just what was so beautiful to me.. how predictable I am! I shall throw in a lot of red herrings for good measure, just in case anyone who reads this wanted to go fishing but couldn't. My good deed for the day, if you please.
So, I don't know if anyone noticed, but I've suddenly been posting more photos on this blog. The reason is that I suddenly realised how much I enjoy photography! And since I invested in a photo mag, I've learnt more about what I can do with my camera, and am experimenting everyday!
Not having got through for an Mphil in JNU this year is turning out to be a really good thing. I mean, I finally put in the effort to find out about learning weaving.. (of course I still need to figure out how to get to Bharat Nagar..once I figure out where that is..) And I returned to Pranic Healing with so much more energy than would have been possible otherwise! Most importantly, I always feel that not getting through did something very good for my ego. It pulled me down from thinking about how good I was, and made me realise that there was so much more to me, and that in fact, I was Perfect!
And now that I've got a chance to study at the National Archives for a year, I find that I'm happy merely about the fact that I'll get to study in such a pretty building, never mind that I am not too thrilled about the other people in the course! But then, even in JNU, I spent most of the first semester(and possibly longer) cribbing about how I didn't like my classmates.. ummm.. social animal, that's me! But i'll get over it, I always do.
An interesting insight I had recently, was in a way an outcome of all this stuff that's been happening, and I realised with great clarity, that the only time I felt totally healthy was when I felt loved. Now, technically, this should mean I never fall ill, considering the fact that ultimately it's pretty much accepted that there are people who love me. But in fact, this summer, I kept falling ill off and on, for about a month and a half! And but consider what made it all better!!
And then I decided to experiment a little, and see if I still felt ok without one particular source of the feeling. But ahem, I didn't. So I decided not to struggle so hard, and let it back, and what do you know, I was happy again, no more aches or pains! Umm.. actually I'm sure this is hardly a pathbreaking discovery, but still...

So many things to write about, so much time to write it in, and yet, where is the post? I mean, it's the 15th today, and I've mostly been busy doing Nothing the last few days. I've even had plenty of moments staring up at the slowly revolving fan thinking of deep things, like how much I wanted to eat chocolate cake just then!! Or even, infrequently, about some things that happened or some thoughts I had, that I could blog about.

The sad part is that I even wrote it all out in my head, and chuckled at the gags and puns... and now none of it seems to be there anymore!!!! The stuff departed from memory with the hair that fell off my head when I combed it this morning, I think.

So, I'm just putting up another picture. Yeah, yeah, i know how lazy that makes me.. just so that you know it too....

Some Stuff

I knew JNU and its environs were quite picturesque in dry, rocky and straggly-bush ways, but I'd never suspected that i'd ever get an 'ancient ruins' picture from there...

These are hardly ancient ruins, but the picture does have a certain something about it, eh?

And here's another picture, a major blur, which I like solely because of the colours... My first trip to Khan Market, when I had a delicious Chicken Tikka Roll, and then fabulous Lasagna at Big Chill..

And now I shall write another post by and by, which will probably include such scintilating strands of thought that you will be quite dazzled. Or dazed. Who knows!

Chomp-athon!

It was another very Full day. In more ways than one.( I come up with the most awful puns at night, I think. Anyway.. )
On one plane of existence, there was a lot of activity, which left me physically tired and a little cribby, and then again, there was all that food... (the easiest way to put me in a good mood is to feed me a tiny bit of something yummy.)
So here's an inventory:
Tahar-tsarvan
Roth
Dal makhni
Nan
Rice
Lasagna
Fresh Lime Soda
Ice Tea
Four kinds of kababs
More nan
Pizza
Grilled mushrooms
Breaded Mozarella sticks
Biryani
Wonderful Chocolate Cake

And I wondered why it felt as though I was undulating rather than walking this evening!?!! And I expect to lose some weight before the brother's wedding??!!?? At this rate I'll never get 'shapely' enough to wear that adorable choli :( Eeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaarghhhh!!!!!! No!No! Tomorrow morning, before the break of dawn, I shall be up, I shall work it all off!! So there!

Photos

I was left a little speechless, so I thought I'd just put up photos.

Chain nikal gayi thi

Local chai-wali aunty

Amir with his mother and younger brother

(hidden behind him in this pic).. from Jaipur.

In Delhi to get a Visa to Pakistan to visit their relatives there.

Extremely interested in the camera.

Young Tahir Husain was shy, but let go just enough to poke at the camera.

Koi Kaaran Hoga

It's one of those things. I appreciate lots of 'finer feelings' and 'understand' what people must be 'going through' and am generally sensitive to the small-print-emotions. But I always have had this sneaking suspicion that there isn't much of that going around. How else do I account for the remarkable lack of it when I need some?

As a matter of fact, it seems as though there's a little too much in me, because of which, for my own mental and emotional well-being, I steer clear of most emotionally charged, moving, or otherwise thought-provokingly 'Deep' books. Sometimes, this irritates me no end, cause, well, I like reading good books!! But I found early on that I couldn't handle too much excess emotion... Wuthering Heights, much as I loved the book, would invariably depress me for a week.. Hence it had to be put in the skull and crossbones section of the mental catalogue.

Of course, some might put it down to nothing more serious than me being essentially moody; while that may be true, it removes some of the romance of being emotionally sensitive. As a matter of fact, I whiled away a whole minute taking an online test to estimate whether or not I might be a Highly Sensitive Person(HSP), and surprise, surprise!!! I scored high enough!

But coming back to where I started rambling from.. It sometimes gets very upsetting when I realise that however well I manage to analyse a situation and however well I might be able to gauge another person's reactions and feelings, and however much I might open up to a person, they just don't seem to get me.

The photos

Strret Vendor



Shopping

OOer!!! Discounts!

Vintage Jag! Sigh!!!

Arbit wheel

The End