oye kyaa karra re ??? dooor hat !
INDIANS .... FLYING ??
DADA is BACK !! or is he ?
INDIANS ON A ROLL ! or is it just a pre world cup farce?
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Shirts that speak your mind!
Believe it or not — your shirt talks, and we’re not talking about the top three buttons of your shirt that are unbuttoned, or the time you got out of the loo at a coffee shop and forgot to zip up.
Anyway, there’s a lot that the colours say about you — except of course the exceptions who let their wives take all their decisions.!
Anyway, here’s a little bit of help, just so you don’t send out the wrong message… And, since men for most part couldn’t care less about the colour that they are wearing (hell, a man’s guide for women says all men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is LOL jus kidding, its the colour the sky is wen the sun is setting.. a lil purplish orangish bluish blah blah!) but since girls hang on to every word that you do or don’t say, a suggestion is you pin this guide on your wardrobe let the colours do the talking.
Black Yours truly and a follicularly challenged homie wears black shirts out to parties and clubbing — owing to lack of imagination and of course to wear the designer’s shirt to his show.
There’s other reasons too, you know — black is so much easier to wear, it looks cool with all those light blue denims, but little did we know that we were also wearing our best shag shirts (unintentionally of course!).
Black represents elegance, power, mystery and most importantly seduction.
That said, don’t wear black all the time, we know we think about sex every three seconds, but is it really that necessary to say it in so many terms?Rather go ahead an put a "Im all ready and hyper ,baby." on your forehead.!!
So, if a girl is wearing black underpants dear sire, there’s a field of thought says she will not particularly mind indulging in a little in the ‘horizontal happy happy’ squeezed between dinner, the ride home and a cup of coffee!
White Ever wondered why all our filmstars (Salman Khan, Saif Ali Khan etc) migrate to white in droves every time they make an appearance in court? Well, white besides pointing towards a higher social standing - stands for cleanliness and virtue. What did you think? They were colour-coordinating their clothes with their lawyers? LOL
For the gals, white is more often then not, meant to convey simplicity, a no nonsense, demure yet at the same time virginal “touchme-not” attitude besides of course being a little cold.
Red Colour of passion, colour of red roses and of course the colour you’re about to get a gaudy overdose of this Valentines Day .
Well, the one thing that a red shirt does denote (except a couple of ‘em that have rather distinctive AC/DC qualities) is sexual energy , excitement and strength.
That said, most people still agree that red is a colour that you should wear only once in a while – once again we don’t need to emanate sexual energy all the time – for god’s sake people that’s what is called quality control.
Same for girls – while most girls have an inbuilt clicker in their brains that turns the counter every time a guy checks her out, remember it’s important to weed (no, not smoking up, just to remove the unwanted impurities, read creeps without Mercs here).
Blue Analyse deeply and you’ll figure out that blue , denotes a loyal, knowledgeable, serious, responsible and intellectual persona. Think like a guy and blue looks good with everything and of course, blue to guys is by and large what pink is to the double-X chromosomed – a guy colour.
That all said, what should ultimately matter is how that shirt matches her carpet in the morning, when you’re making her breakfast!
Black represents elegance, power, mystery and most importantly seduction
WHITE Besides pointing towards a higher social standing, white stands for cleanliness and virtue GRAY Brainy, class, efficiency, sophisticated and confident, plus it’s a neutral colour so it matches with everything else RED Colour of passion, Valentine’s Day and sexual energy.
But wear it only once in a while, not all the time.
.............. courtesy.. MSN lifestyle !!
Believe it or not — your shirt talks, and we’re not talking about the top three buttons of your shirt that are unbuttoned, or the time you got out of the loo at a coffee shop and forgot to zip up.
Anyway, there’s a lot that the colours say about you — except of course the exceptions who let their wives take all their decisions.!
Anyway, here’s a little bit of help, just so you don’t send out the wrong message… And, since men for most part couldn’t care less about the colour that they are wearing (hell, a man’s guide for women says all men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is LOL jus kidding, its the colour the sky is wen the sun is setting.. a lil purplish orangish bluish blah blah!) but since girls hang on to every word that you do or don’t say, a suggestion is you pin this guide on your wardrobe let the colours do the talking.
Black Yours truly and a follicularly challenged homie wears black shirts out to parties and clubbing — owing to lack of imagination and of course to wear the designer’s shirt to his show.
There’s other reasons too, you know — black is so much easier to wear, it looks cool with all those light blue denims, but little did we know that we were also wearing our best shag shirts (unintentionally of course!).
Black represents elegance, power, mystery and most importantly seduction.
That said, don’t wear black all the time, we know we think about sex every three seconds, but is it really that necessary to say it in so many terms?Rather go ahead an put a "Im all ready and hyper ,baby." on your forehead.!!
So, if a girl is wearing black underpants dear sire, there’s a field of thought says she will not particularly mind indulging in a little in the ‘horizontal happy happy’ squeezed between dinner, the ride home and a cup of coffee!
White Ever wondered why all our filmstars (Salman Khan, Saif Ali Khan etc) migrate to white in droves every time they make an appearance in court? Well, white besides pointing towards a higher social standing - stands for cleanliness and virtue. What did you think? They were colour-coordinating their clothes with their lawyers? LOL
For the gals, white is more often then not, meant to convey simplicity, a no nonsense, demure yet at the same time virginal “touchme-not” attitude besides of course being a little cold.
Red Colour of passion, colour of red roses and of course the colour you’re about to get a gaudy overdose of this Valentines Day .
Well, the one thing that a red shirt does denote (except a couple of ‘em that have rather distinctive AC/DC qualities) is sexual energy , excitement and strength.
That said, most people still agree that red is a colour that you should wear only once in a while – once again we don’t need to emanate sexual energy all the time – for god’s sake people that’s what is called quality control.
Same for girls – while most girls have an inbuilt clicker in their brains that turns the counter every time a guy checks her out, remember it’s important to weed (no, not smoking up, just to remove the unwanted impurities, read creeps without Mercs here).
Blue Analyse deeply and you’ll figure out that blue , denotes a loyal, knowledgeable, serious, responsible and intellectual persona. Think like a guy and blue looks good with everything and of course, blue to guys is by and large what pink is to the double-X chromosomed – a guy colour.
That all said, what should ultimately matter is how that shirt matches her carpet in the morning, when you’re making her breakfast!
Black represents elegance, power, mystery and most importantly seduction
WHITE Besides pointing towards a higher social standing, white stands for cleanliness and virtue GRAY Brainy, class, efficiency, sophisticated and confident, plus it’s a neutral colour so it matches with everything else RED Colour of passion, Valentine’s Day and sexual energy.
But wear it only once in a while, not all the time.
.............. courtesy.. MSN lifestyle !!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
AN EPIC LIFE: :The innocence of birth.(part 1)
Months .. not hours ,
Days .. not years,
Since I walked into this world,
Stood on the shores of human existance
and thought of bing alone.. I was , I am.
The seemingly endless times..,
A Plethora of unanswered questions,
Such wasting of the soul
was bound to happen , just dont mention.
Well all beginnings like this ?
Chilhoods frivolous... lucky, fortunate, unlucky,desolate.
A few million know not wat childhood is..
All innocence.. the shining surprises,
The little round faces, twinkling eyes,no inkling of whats in life,
of its hate , pithy, poverty ..of its purpose and its strife.
For them the very questions, the chirping of birds..?
Why does the sun shine ? ignorance is bliss , laugh awhile.
Shit its scary, what'd they do..
If they really knew, that this place is nowhere to be
Thats its joys... are difficult , and they are not free.!!
..................... to be continued... luv CP
Months .. not hours ,
Days .. not years,
Since I walked into this world,
Stood on the shores of human existance
and thought of bing alone.. I was , I am.
The seemingly endless times..,
A Plethora of unanswered questions,
Such wasting of the soul
was bound to happen , just dont mention.
Well all beginnings like this ?
Chilhoods frivolous... lucky, fortunate, unlucky,desolate.
A few million know not wat childhood is..
All innocence.. the shining surprises,
The little round faces, twinkling eyes,no inkling of whats in life,
of its hate , pithy, poverty ..of its purpose and its strife.
For them the very questions, the chirping of birds..?
Why does the sun shine ? ignorance is bliss , laugh awhile.
Shit its scary, what'd they do..
If they really knew, that this place is nowhere to be
Thats its joys... are difficult , and they are not free.!!
..................... to be continued... luv CP
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
HAVE YOU EVER...
Have you ever waited to see the blossoms bloom,
Ever driven to the top of the hill... ever stepped onto the rooftop..
To watch the sun go down.
Ever stepped barefoot onto green grass,
Have you ever tried running through the mist
and chill of a winter morning.
Have you ever felt th chilled wind stinging your face.
Have you ever felt
The Sun in your eyes.. and a sudden sneeze,
The raindrop jewels in your hair,
The rainbow behind you..
Have you ever felt its massive presence,
Its deep silence ,
The stillness like a mountain ,
Yet not felt small in front of it ..
Ever seen the blossoms on a golden apple tree,
The burdened branches bowing to reach the earth..
Th pink bloom of a cherry tree,
white capped snow mountain sin the distance
and the gushing of the sparkling stream
Ever sink your feet in feets of snow..
Ever rustle the golden leaf bed of the autumn,
Ever jumped by the marigolds and the flowers
Ever fingertipped the velvet rhododendron.?
Do you know what it feels like
to inhale crisp fresh air...
Have you even thought .. of anything like this.. ??
Have you ever waited to see the blossoms bloom,
Ever driven to the top of the hill... ever stepped onto the rooftop..
To watch the sun go down.
Ever stepped barefoot onto green grass,
Have you ever tried running through the mist
and chill of a winter morning.
Have you ever felt th chilled wind stinging your face.
Have you ever felt
The Sun in your eyes.. and a sudden sneeze,
The raindrop jewels in your hair,
The rainbow behind you..
Have you ever felt its massive presence,
Its deep silence ,
The stillness like a mountain ,
Yet not felt small in front of it ..
Ever seen the blossoms on a golden apple tree,
The burdened branches bowing to reach the earth..
Th pink bloom of a cherry tree,
white capped snow mountain sin the distance
and the gushing of the sparkling stream
Ever sink your feet in feets of snow..
Ever rustle the golden leaf bed of the autumn,
Ever jumped by the marigolds and the flowers
Ever fingertipped the velvet rhododendron.?
Do you know what it feels like
to inhale crisp fresh air...
Have you even thought .. of anything like this.. ??
Monday, February 12, 2007
A few broken wings....
A cute sentimental heart;
A few honest things ..
and you came apart;
A few frank words and faces made sour,
please reflect, reflect on what was told;
And do not take seriosly..,coz I took
the liberty of speaking what I could'nt hold;
Have a long walk.., Hav some silent thoughts,
If you are a sensitive person.. believe me,
I'm an even sensitiver pot !!
By the way , you look better when you frown,
trust me.. I ve never seen a sweeter clown !!
... if ver u're pissed with me.. just read this. :)
luv CP
A cute sentimental heart;
A few honest things ..
and you came apart;
A few frank words and faces made sour,
please reflect, reflect on what was told;
And do not take seriosly..,coz I took
the liberty of speaking what I could'nt hold;
Have a long walk.., Hav some silent thoughts,
If you are a sensitive person.. believe me,
I'm an even sensitiver pot !!
By the way , you look better when you frown,
trust me.. I ve never seen a sweeter clown !!
... if ver u're pissed with me.. just read this. :)
luv CP
Friday, February 09, 2007
A BEACON BECKONS .. (A poem )
Dark and callous..storms raged
You know them storms...
claustrophobic thoughts caged.
mind numbed the norms..
endless thoughts I engaged.
A conscience catamaran without a sail..
Them high waves thrashing the bow..
me's an artist.. trying to sail the gale
mental boat rocks aft .. high and low.
Land Ahoy !! I see a lighthouse..
guide me away from stolidity that I graze.
O golden red flame... ! shine bright ..
with grace ..tall and towering u glaze..
Get me through the storm.. I beg ,I reckon..
Be a Golden Beacon... and unto me you beckon !!
Dark and callous..storms raged
You know them storms...
claustrophobic thoughts caged.
mind numbed the norms..
endless thoughts I engaged.
A conscience catamaran without a sail..
Them high waves thrashing the bow..
me's an artist.. trying to sail the gale
mental boat rocks aft .. high and low.
Land Ahoy !! I see a lighthouse..
guide me away from stolidity that I graze.
O golden red flame... ! shine bright ..
with grace ..tall and towering u glaze..
Get me through the storm.. I beg ,I reckon..
Be a Golden Beacon... and unto me you beckon !!
Friday, February 02, 2007
...I HOPE YOU DANCE
When there is music ringing in your ears, When there is joy beating faster than hearbeat inside ur heart. When the mind joins the celebration of body and soul . When you know its the moment to express yourself to the maximum , because you need to celebrate your own existence. When you feel so selfish... that you really dont care what others have to say...
Then I close my eyes.. let the acoustics take me somewhere.. Little sinusoidal waves floating through the air.. lighting up the atoms that constitute my body and mind. Filling them with enough energy to light a thousand atomic bombs .. and Off i go .. like a spring coiled existance.. legs and hands .. closed eyes. Till beads of sweat pour on my temples... and a heavy regular breathing .The Beat of the music syncs with the movement of your body.. a marriage of
human body .. human mind and music that controls it all..
Feel the rythm and the music . Let your body be the Music .. DANCE !!.. Start dancing..
Make your own music.. its yours .. you dont need no instruments.. just Dance!!
When there is music ringing in your ears, When there is joy beating faster than hearbeat inside ur heart. When the mind joins the celebration of body and soul . When you know its the moment to express yourself to the maximum , because you need to celebrate your own existence. When you feel so selfish... that you really dont care what others have to say...
Then I close my eyes.. let the acoustics take me somewhere.. Little sinusoidal waves floating through the air.. lighting up the atoms that constitute my body and mind. Filling them with enough energy to light a thousand atomic bombs .. and Off i go .. like a spring coiled existance.. legs and hands .. closed eyes. Till beads of sweat pour on my temples... and a heavy regular breathing .The Beat of the music syncs with the movement of your body.. a marriage of
human body .. human mind and music that controls it all..
Feel the rythm and the music . Let your body be the Music .. DANCE !!.. Start dancing..
Make your own music.. its yours .. you dont need no instruments.. just Dance!!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
HA !! MUSICVideo !!
" caution: ! needs 2 mins of patience for the song to load !!! "
"pre-caution: click on load .. at least listen if u can !! :) "
FAR AWAY ..by NICKELBACK
Lyrics :
This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left'
Cause you know, you know, you know
[CHORUS]
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go
Stop breathing... if I don't see you anymore
One my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance'
Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know, you know, you know
[CHORUS]
So far awayBeen far away for far too long
So far awayBeen far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know
I wantedI wanted you to stay'
Cause I neededI need to hear you say
That I love youI have loved you all along
And I forgive youFor being away for far too long
So keep breathing'Cause I'm not leaving Hold on to me and, never let me go...
OK people.. brace yourself..
Fact:
I am a music freak.. my love .. har ! har ! .I am not much of a
journo to write a professional article ..Esp a music review..but then I have heard enough
music to have a melodious ear! (mark that. .. only ear !).
Fact:
Well..I can play a little with whatever miniscule vocabulary I possess.....
"Pretty Pathetic Poetry n Prose" ..and I would say that's very much taken care of. An
my words breathe their last only in my posts.
Fact:
Was an amateur in stage acting and dramatics.And then what happened !?....My
professional 'greek god'good looks put an end to
that .But anyways if its got to do anything with expressing an emotion.. I'm good.But as
you know they never considered that aspect for a theatrical/motion picture career any
way.
Oh! for Gosh's sake CP.. get to the point.. YES ... Here it goes... From the indisputable 'Theory of relativity ' I conclude that the afore mentioned song has a near perfect combination of Music..,Lyrical Poetry... and emotional outpouring..... :). The music is contemporary and hummable. No instrument overused... just the right amount of all streams to give the overall mild heavy rock feel thingy.The starting strumm sets the mood . A'ight.. and the lyrics... Ahh..:) One of those one in a million songs that can be so simple yet so profound in describing the singer's thoughts. And that is where the poetry connects to the emotion associated with the theme of the song: Love ..longing and Hope !!
Fact:
Every song /poem has a unique listener, singer, reader... who relates to the song in his own unique feeling .
Say ,I am away from someone .. and long to be close...or for that matter you miss somone you havent even heard yet !! but feel like u have connected... (For all those of u who are assuming things right now!! Drop Dead.. !! I am a poet for chrissakes !!and may lightening strike me dead !!) . And for those who want to get back to someone ... another chance....:) and a lot more. Trust me I can rant on.. an on :)
A'ight .And the finale.. (oh .. im sorry.. there can never be a finale.. ) the singer does absolute justice to the soul of the song. The tone and pitch.. laden with craving , desire and a feeling of drunk yet sane , hanging in space 'desperation'. The flow of the words and the voice.. makes the song beautiful even without the acoustic accompanyment. Well what about the video , u say .Its no nonsense video.. no gals butt shaking.. .. (thanGawd!!) no real smart hot guys.. But its got a lot of heat n fire ..:) All real life, all real desires, all real hurt ! all real joy! all real realisation... ALL REAL SONG!
lots more to it... :) u gotta feel it.!
regards CP
" caution: ! needs 2 mins of patience for the song to load !!! "
"pre-caution: click on load .. at least listen if u can !! :) "
FAR AWAY ..by NICKELBACK
Lyrics :
This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left'
Cause you know, you know, you know
[CHORUS]
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go
Stop breathing... if I don't see you anymore
One my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance'
Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know, you know, you know
[CHORUS]
So far awayBeen far away for far too long
So far awayBeen far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know
I wantedI wanted you to stay'
Cause I neededI need to hear you say
That I love youI have loved you all along
And I forgive youFor being away for far too long
So keep breathing'Cause I'm not leaving Hold on to me and, never let me go...
OK people.. brace yourself..
Fact:
I am a music freak.. my love ..
journo to write a professional article ..Esp a music review..but then I have heard enough
music to have a melodious ear! (mark that. .. only ear !).
Fact:
Well..I can play a little with whatever miniscule vocabulary I possess.....
"Pretty Pathetic Poetry n Prose" ..and I would say that's very much taken care of. An
my words breathe their last only in my posts.
Fact:
Was an amateur in stage acting and dramatics.And then what happened !?....My
professional 'greek god'
that .But anyways if its got to do anything with expressing an emotion.. I'm good.But as
you know they never considered that aspect for a theatrical/motion picture career any
way.
Oh! for Gosh's sake CP.. get to the point.. YES ... Here it goes... From the indisputable 'Theory of relativity ' I conclude that the afore mentioned song has a near perfect combination of Music..,Lyrical Poetry... and emotional outpouring..... :). The music is contemporary and hummable. No instrument overused... just the right amount of all streams to give the overall mild heavy rock feel thingy.The starting strumm sets the mood . A'ight.. and the lyrics... Ahh..:) One of those one in a million songs that can be so simple yet so profound in describing the singer's thoughts. And that is where the poetry connects to the emotion associated with the theme of the song: Love ..longing and Hope !!
Fact:
Every song /poem has a unique listener, singer, reader... who relates to the song in his own unique feeling .
Say ,I am away from someone .. and long to be close...or for that matter you miss somone you havent even heard yet !! but feel like u have connected... (For all those of u who are assuming things right now!! Drop Dead.. !! I am a poet for chrissakes !!and may lightening strike me dead !!) . And for those who want to get back to someone ... another chance....:) and a lot more. Trust me I can rant on.. an on :)
A'ight .And the finale.. (oh .. im sorry.. there can never be a finale.. ) the singer does absolute justice to the soul of the song. The tone and pitch.. laden with craving , desire and a feeling of drunk yet sane , hanging in space 'desperation'. The flow of the words and the voice.. makes the song beautiful even without the acoustic accompanyment. Well what about the video , u say .Its no nonsense video.. no gals butt shaking.. .. (thanGawd!!) no real smart hot guys.. But its got a lot of heat n fire ..:) All real life, all real desires, all real hurt ! all real joy! all real realisation... ALL REAL SONG!
lots more to it... :) u gotta feel it.!
regards CP
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
WHITE SHROUDS OF NOTHINGNESS ! (Poem)
At my desk..
An existence at rest,
My emptiness devoid of fear.
A blank wall to the rear.
Bright light hurtling..
A powerful shafted spear,
Switching the lamp off,
I giggle in contempt and scoff,
at the precocious mind..
enveloped in white shrouds of nothingness!
In motion..
An acceleration at rest,
Man and machine I steer.
Machine throbs at a higher gear.
Black body speeding..
A Destination unclear,
bring to neutral..ignition off
I stare and jeer,
at the listless face
emblazoned in dull expressions of nothingness!
A flickering screen..
A pardoned cursor at rest.
My Thoughts ..I shift delete and cache clear.
Pentium spirits laid waste,
Days and hours hurried in haste,
Close them windows and shutdown..
I scowl and frown,
at the dark reflecting monitor
showing a true mascot of nothingness !!!
REGARDS.. CP
At my desk..
An existence at rest,
My emptiness devoid of fear.
A blank wall to the rear.
Bright light hurtling..
A powerful shafted spear,
Switching the lamp off,
I giggle in contempt and scoff,
at the precocious mind..
enveloped in white shrouds of nothingness!
In motion..
An acceleration at rest,
Man and machine I steer.
Machine throbs at a higher gear.
Black body speeding..
A Destination unclear,
bring to neutral..ignition off
I stare and jeer,
at the listless face
emblazoned in dull expressions of nothingness!
A flickering screen..
A pardoned cursor at rest.
My Thoughts ..I shift delete and cache clear.
Pentium spirits laid waste,
Days and hours hurried in haste,
Close them windows and shutdown..
I scowl and frown,
at the dark reflecting monitor
showing a true mascot of nothingness !!!
REGARDS.. CP
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
A CHESTNUT GAZE.. (poem)
That Chestnut gaze ..
my senses set ablaze.
High arch of the brow..sigh
oh my god !!.. , WOW !
I cross my butter fingers ..
I close my eyes ..
That face still lingers !!
Soft black silken strands..
a flick of the hands..
swoosh...go tufts of hair
set behind the fine ear..
A twist of the wrist ..
face comes for'ward..looks deep
Oh my god ! I skip a beat...
Damn!! i cant feel my feet.
A precious curve still wet
A glow on a pink marble face..
Rows of Delicate Ivory set..
between the double rozy glaze
Oh my GOD!!.. May Lightening strike me down
Coz it hurts to see you too long !!
That Chestnut gaze ..
my senses set ablaze.
High arch of the brow..sigh
oh my god !!.. , WOW !
I cross my butter fingers ..
I close my eyes ..
That face still lingers !!
Soft black silken strands..
a flick of the hands..
swoosh...go tufts of hair
set behind the fine ear..
A twist of the wrist ..
face comes for'ward..looks deep
Oh my god ! I skip a beat...
Damn!! i cant feel my feet.
A precious curve still wet
A glow on a pink marble face..
Rows of Delicate Ivory set..
between the double rozy glaze
Oh my GOD!!.. May Lightening strike me down
Coz it hurts to see you too long !!
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Never say never again..
Umm.. Errr what was that! Doesn't it sound like a 007 flick ?? Yes it does .. but unfortunately.. the character I am talkin about ( me !! ) is no more an agent 007 than you , the reader .. are a Miss India 2007( and I have no friggin idea who she is !!! and no offfence at all to my male readers .. :) ). And I care less. It would have mattered probably if she was sitting behind me on my bike and holding on tight to me , braving the cold .. (jus a lil cold :))
The Point is, how many times , Have you had to tell yourself .."NAVER AGAIN " ..for anything. Be it a matter of stupidity at office, be it lookin like a clown in the midst of groups of guys and gals..(the fact that all the other guys are much better looking than you, adds to your !@$@#!@#$ plight), Be it being wounded in a relationship, Be it being momentarily crazy on road.. or shouting at a senior family member for being impossible and then regretting it.
And Having said it once .. you almost always end up doing the same thing again and again
and again,
and again,
and again....
Do i have have hurt myself physically to effect that sense into me ! Well no, I dont think so.. I am soo much in love with myself , i cant(read 'wont') do that to myself . :)
So what do you do ?
What do you do .. when u are at a crossroads and dont have an idea which direction you want to go.. you want to try everything .. But remember, the last time you tried the same thing, you ended up at this predicament, with all its eccentricities and fun and blames.
Hell yeah .. jus walk on ahead .. and never think about it again.. :)
Umm.. Errr what was that! Doesn't it sound like a 007 flick ?? Yes it does .. but unfortunately.. the character I am talkin about ( me !! ) is no more an agent 007 than you , the reader .. are a Miss India 2007( and I have no friggin idea who she is !!! and no offfence at all to my male readers .. :) ). And I care less. It would have mattered probably if she was sitting behind me on my bike and holding on tight to me , braving the cold .. (jus a lil cold :))
The Point is, how many times , Have you had to tell yourself .."NAVER AGAIN " ..for anything. Be it a matter of stupidity at office, be it lookin like a clown in the midst of groups of guys and gals..(the fact that all the other guys are much better looking than you, adds to your !@$@#!@#$ plight), Be it being wounded in a relationship, Be it being momentarily crazy on road.. or shouting at a senior family member for being impossible and then regretting it.
And Having said it once .. you almost always end up doing the same thing again and again
and again,
and again,
and again....
Do i have have hurt myself physically to effect that sense into me ! Well no, I dont think so.. I am soo much in love with myself , i cant(read 'wont') do that to myself . :)
So what do you do ?
What do you do .. when u are at a crossroads and dont have an idea which direction you want to go.. you want to try everything .. But remember, the last time you tried the same thing, you ended up at this predicament, with all its eccentricities and fun and blames.
Hell yeah .. jus walk on ahead .. and never think about it again.. :)
Monday, November 20, 2006
Together ... Going up !! (A Poem)
My inertia .. My ignorance,
Swept away by a joyous thunderstorm.
Every chiding.. seems a sweet cadence
Cymbals and lutes ..i hear ,
for it fills my every nerve and every song !
My non existence.. a weedy verdure,
And affliction you induce,
and yet with your enchantment you cure..
An incantation in your eyes did sparkle,
i wish for ur presence , your existence so pure.
A smile on the lips
sets an ebullient soul a-sigh !
Sweets stings of glancing glances
Send shivers of sunlit arctic joy !
Cascades of emotions
of lows and highs..
Spasms of wonderment and surprise
I look ahead.. at the horizon,
sitting by the seaside..
And as every atom ignites
shock waves of Tears and wonderment ..!!
I ask the spirits..
"Together . . We are goin up !"
Hail Buoyant pain ! ,Hail Buoyant joy!
Beauty Ahoy !! Life Ahoy !!
My inertia .. My ignorance,
Swept away by a joyous thunderstorm.
Every chiding.. seems a sweet cadence
Cymbals and lutes ..i hear ,
for it fills my every nerve and every song !
My non existence.. a weedy verdure,
And affliction you induce,
and yet with your enchantment you cure..
An incantation in your eyes did sparkle,
i wish for ur presence , your existence so pure.
A smile on the lips
sets an ebullient soul a-sigh !
Sweets stings of glancing glances
Send shivers of sunlit arctic joy !
Cascades of emotions
of lows and highs..
Spasms of wonderment and surprise
I look ahead.. at the horizon,
sitting by the seaside..
And as every atom ignites
shock waves of Tears and wonderment ..!!
I ask the spirits..
"Together . . We are goin up !"
Hail Buoyant pain ! ,Hail Buoyant joy!
Beauty Ahoy !! Life Ahoy !!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
A SWEET MIRE ..( A poem )
Cherry on your cheeks
Twin suns of thee eyes..
thoughts that match ur brows height
yes !! looks do kill guys..
make us board a heavely flight
and mind that annihilates us completely so .
i look to thee .. no longer alone i go ..
I drown deeper in this sweet mire..
brightness brighter yet softer than a fire,
deeper i sink..closed eyes.. yet i fly higher..
deeper i fly ...open eyes.. higher i drown..
Cherry on your cheeks
Twin suns of thee eyes..
thoughts that match ur brows height
yes !! looks do kill guys..
make us board a heavely flight
and mind that annihilates us completely so .
i look to thee .. no longer alone i go ..
I drown deeper in this sweet mire..
brightness brighter yet softer than a fire,
deeper i sink..closed eyes.. yet i fly higher..
deeper i fly ...open eyes.. higher i drown..
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Congratulations !!! You just had a baby boy ! er... Without the eyes !!!
Yes, please bear witness to the wonders of modern industrial and chemical revolution.
Kids born without eyes. Fused eyes, to be specific.Symptoms of Frasers Disease. Suspects: Dioxin agents/fertilizer chemical called 'Orange'.
Your turn !!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Of Swings and a Moonlit Sky ...
She sat waiting, On the porch steps . The winter was just settling in . There was a slight chill in the air. A welcome change from the sweat and humidity of the month. The summer had been cruel . It had sapped the life out of the garden and the bottled money plants she so loved and nurtured. The sky was clear . She lifted her chin high and arched her neck to look into the dark blue black expanse above her. She adjusted her palm around the white china bowl she was holding . She did not want to spill the veg Manchow she had learnt to make from the chinese cookbook . It took her the whole afternoon getting things together and another hour at dusk to prepare it. He had given her a tring in the evening and had asked her to get ready to go out for dinner. She had politelyexcused it by saying she had already got home stuff to eat. It had been quite a while since she had prepared anything at home. Work had been really sapping for both of them for the last few months. Yes ! he would be surprised !
He had come a few minutes back, and nonchalantly went ahead to freshen himself . The two white china bowls shimmered under the moonlight. He still had not come out into the portico . She took all the time to lay out the garden table and chairs , with the soup bowls filled to the brim. She tiptoed in and got back with the vinegar , pepper and salt holders. Discernible wisps of steam curling into the darkness above the cups. Nestling a bowl in her palm, feeling its warmth, she walked upto the black, wood and wrought iron swing on the edge of the lawn.
He walked out saying he was feeling hungry and he had work to do. Towel around his neck .. he walked towards her, amused at the serenity she was exposing. A naked tenderness in her twinkling eyes. It was as if there were two shining stars down on earth. He forgot everything. Walked up to her . A smile strengthened by her gaze. Sat down next to her. She could feel his warmth next to her. He picked his bowl and beamed at her. Deep down she hoped he would like it, the soup .. It was a mild warm.. he didnt mind it, he gulped it down. Savouring every drop of it. Talking of the days rigours .. they soothed their parched souls and could feel the distances narrow. Keeping the bowls aside., She leaned on his shoulder, in the nook of his neck and looked up into the sky.He could smell the lavender fragrance of her shampoo in her hair.. as it whiffed against his chin and cheek.She giggled as he almost sneezed. The stars were looking down on them.. blessing them.. The moon peeked at them from behind the palm leaf ..A perfect smile as they both saw the sky at the exact same time . The gentle breeze tugged at her hair... and he kept pushing it behind her ear.!! He felt a faint hum and music in his ear..hummmmmm bzzzzzzz..
WHAACK !!!
"Damn these mosquitoes !!!! , Lets go inside !!! "
Sunday, October 01, 2006
When it Rains in Hyderabad !
Ok , I have always been in awe of Hyderabad and Secunderabad. Why ? There are so many stunts happening in and around. That one is never not surprised. People are incredibly stupid, or extremely foolhardy. And there exists no other category. Those who move into the twin cities
curse this particular attribute of the contemporary cityfolk, and after a while are proud exhibitionists of the same !. All caution thrown to the winds. Now.. now , I am .. a proud part of this group myself , I rile my fellow brethren and sistren (go ahead , look this up in the dictionary!! It aint there ;o)) sneer sneer ) for being so inconsiderate about their own well being. But I really dont know what to think of this behaviour which is so incomprehensible and undescribabble. (Babble ... did I say babble... ? yes I did and I mean it.)
Ah . Coming to the single thing which keeps this diverse , well knit (more of knotted ) people tangled together . 'An absolutely irresponsible , uncanny and resolute traffic sense ' .
Yes, that and an awesome hyderabadi flavour of abuses accompanying the traffic. Which , by the way, can be surprisingly audible amidst all the din.
And when it rains .Hyderabadi hell breaks loose. And the brakes get loose too .. There is knee deep water on the main artery of the hyderabadi road network.. Cars are stranded, Autos are weaving around to maneuver into the tiniest of gap they can find so that they are at advantage . And that gap ultimately gets occupied by a broiler chicken laden chetak scooter. So here we have an auto wedged diagonally across the road where cars are neatly lined up for almost 2 km. You will ask, why is'nt the traffic moving at least a trifle ? because, the gentlemen at the front , whose car got stuck in the deepest water, thought better of the situation and locked his vehicle and sped off with an alternative (Walk!)!!! . Ingenuous isnt it .
Sigh ! Sob ! Slosh ! .
And my fine leather shoes are ankle deep in water. Another gentleman prefers to wrap a plastic bag around his feet , bound to his shin using a rubber band. People get a real good exercise to their fingers.. thanks to constant braking and clutching . Nerves are shot , tempers are flaring . One can hear "Bhaadakhows ". "Bhosedeekays" .. "chutiye maakeyodes " flying in the air as if they were tracer bullets. People vying for every foot of the road they can get to get moving forward. Some audaciosly lay claim to the clearing in front of them and if another accomodates himself, the others happily gain the spoils while the verbal duel is going on .
The Hyderabad municipal Corpn is prides itself for its work of maintining the city. At any point of time at night or day , one can see garbage dump trucks shuttling here and there. There is one major landfill within the city. But most people would agree that these trucks empty half of its garbage onto the road while plying . God have mercy on ur nostrils if u get stuck next to one of this cantankerous , obnoxioiously stupefying , odoriferous creatures !!. I wouldnt be surprised if anyone refuses to sit next to you for the next two days. Stench !! man Stench !
The traffic jams are a class apart. We have different traffic jams.
The Kissan Jam : The cause of which is either a convoy of bullock carts carrying grass or household paraphernalia , manned generally by a septagenarian who is oblivious to the advancements to the transport business. It is his birth right to use this government road at speeds of 5-10 km / hr . If its a convoy , the underfed and famished bulls always end up having grass hanging from the cart in front. Also in this category , come cycle-wallahs and cycle rickshaws, and hawker gaadi's selling fruits and chaat, averaging the same speed. No hard feelings , you people.. we know your situation. We jus are cursing our predicament !
The Tutti fruiti Jam : The cause of which are vintage , cantankerous squeaky vehicles which somehow the owners still think will run good on Hyderabadi roads. I have little idea as to why this obstinacy to drive the scrap metal onto the roads. Is it loyalty ? sentiment ? but one thing that is certain that these cars , scooters and autos belonging to semi prehistoric era always end up breaking down in the middle of the road , at peak hour !.
The Mixed Fruit Jam : The cause of which is human psychology , bratty youngsters with powerful zipping engines , nerve shot business executives , loud mouthed Auto rickshaws and oodles of arrogance and tempers. This mostly happens at crossroads . Autos are wedged at wierd angles. Motorcycles are trying to maneuver from underneath the trucks. Small cars are trying to take U turns because their dealer said they had an amazing turn radius and they never really got an opportunity to do so. Ah , The mammoth menace , AP RTC public transport buses trying to execute a right turn from the left end of the road. thus creating a tight deadlock!.Not to forget the drivers consider themselves 'Schumacher' proteges.
And the only interesting one can do .. amongst many that can be done.. is read the bumper stickers , catch phrases at the back of the vehicles
HORN! HORN! (no wonder .. )
"BLOW HORN then SIDE given !" (oh really !)
"BURI nazar wale tera muh kaala ", "Mard ", "Dard" (ouch !)
"DAd's gift " , "Chicago bulls " , "O baby Doll" , "Screaming eagles "
"Dil wale dulhaniya lejayenge " ( is traffic mein koi aur byah lejayega ;)) )
And some have reason to thank traffic jams for finding a soulmate !!! :o)
Sigh ! sic ! Groan ! Slosh !
Dear heavens i could go on and on ....
Ok , I have always been in awe of Hyderabad and Secunderabad. Why ? There are so many stunts happening in and around. That one is never not surprised. People are incredibly stupid, or extremely foolhardy. And there exists no other category. Those who move into the twin cities
curse this particular attribute of the contemporary cityfolk, and after a while are proud exhibitionists of the same !. All caution thrown to the winds. Now.. now , I am .. a proud part of this group myself , I rile my fellow brethren and sistren (go ahead , look this up in the dictionary!! It aint there ;o)) sneer sneer ) for being so inconsiderate about their own well being. But I really dont know what to think of this behaviour which is so incomprehensible and undescribabble. (Babble ... did I say babble... ? yes I did and I mean it.)
Ah . Coming to the single thing which keeps this diverse , well knit (more of knotted ) people tangled together . 'An absolutely irresponsible , uncanny and resolute traffic sense ' .
Yes, that and an awesome hyderabadi flavour of abuses accompanying the traffic. Which , by the way, can be surprisingly audible amidst all the din.
And when it rains .Hyderabadi hell breaks loose. And the brakes get loose too .. There is knee deep water on the main artery of the hyderabadi road network.. Cars are stranded, Autos are weaving around to maneuver into the tiniest of gap they can find so that they are at advantage . And that gap ultimately gets occupied by a broiler chicken laden chetak scooter. So here we have an auto wedged diagonally across the road where cars are neatly lined up for almost 2 km. You will ask, why is'nt the traffic moving at least a trifle ? because, the gentlemen at the front , whose car got stuck in the deepest water, thought better of the situation and locked his vehicle and sped off with an alternative (Walk!)!!! . Ingenuous isnt it .
Sigh ! Sob ! Slosh ! .
And my fine leather shoes are ankle deep in water. Another gentleman prefers to wrap a plastic bag around his feet , bound to his shin using a rubber band. People get a real good exercise to their fingers.. thanks to constant braking and clutching . Nerves are shot , tempers are flaring . One can hear "Bhaadakhows ". "Bhosedeekays" .. "chutiye maakeyodes " flying in the air as if they were tracer bullets. People vying for every foot of the road they can get to get moving forward. Some audaciosly lay claim to the clearing in front of them and if another accomodates himself, the others happily gain the spoils while the verbal duel is going on .
The Hyderabad municipal Corpn is prides itself for its work of maintining the city. At any point of time at night or day , one can see garbage dump trucks shuttling here and there. There is one major landfill within the city. But most people would agree that these trucks empty half of its garbage onto the road while plying . God have mercy on ur nostrils if u get stuck next to one of this cantankerous , obnoxioiously stupefying , odoriferous creatures !!. I wouldnt be surprised if anyone refuses to sit next to you for the next two days. Stench !! man Stench !
The traffic jams are a class apart. We have different traffic jams.
The Kissan Jam : The cause of which is either a convoy of bullock carts carrying grass or household paraphernalia , manned generally by a septagenarian who is oblivious to the advancements to the transport business. It is his birth right to use this government road at speeds of 5-10 km / hr . If its a convoy , the underfed and famished bulls always end up having grass hanging from the cart in front. Also in this category , come cycle-wallahs and cycle rickshaws, and hawker gaadi's selling fruits and chaat, averaging the same speed. No hard feelings , you people.. we know your situation. We jus are cursing our predicament !
The Tutti fruiti Jam : The cause of which are vintage , cantankerous squeaky vehicles which somehow the owners still think will run good on Hyderabadi roads. I have little idea as to why this obstinacy to drive the scrap metal onto the roads. Is it loyalty ? sentiment ? but one thing that is certain that these cars , scooters and autos belonging to semi prehistoric era always end up breaking down in the middle of the road , at peak hour !.
The Mixed Fruit Jam : The cause of which is human psychology , bratty youngsters with powerful zipping engines , nerve shot business executives , loud mouthed Auto rickshaws and oodles of arrogance and tempers. This mostly happens at crossroads . Autos are wedged at wierd angles. Motorcycles are trying to maneuver from underneath the trucks. Small cars are trying to take U turns because their dealer said they had an amazing turn radius and they never really got an opportunity to do so. Ah , The mammoth menace , AP RTC public transport buses trying to execute a right turn from the left end of the road. thus creating a tight deadlock!.Not to forget the drivers consider themselves 'Schumacher' proteges.
And the only interesting one can do .. amongst many that can be done.. is read the bumper stickers , catch phrases at the back of the vehicles
HORN! HORN! (no wonder .. )
"BLOW HORN then SIDE given !" (oh really !)
"BURI nazar wale tera muh kaala ", "Mard ", "Dard" (ouch !)
"DAd's gift " , "Chicago bulls " , "O baby Doll" , "Screaming eagles "
"Dil wale dulhaniya lejayenge " ( is traffic mein koi aur byah lejayega ;)) )
And some have reason to thank traffic jams for finding a soulmate !!! :o)
Sigh ! sic ! Groan ! Slosh !
Dear heavens i could go on and on ....
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
And Today ... I Ran... I RAN!!! !
More than 5 months since i ran last. I had run in the morning then. With a fresh mind , to gulp in the greenery.To breath into my lungs the hovering dew of the early morning. I felt bright and the run made me feel physically exhausted, yet mentally satisfied.
And I ran today . In the evening !. Only 'teen' times i would have done that through my life so far. Came back from office at around half past six. Changed into tracks . Without a word spoken , I dashed out.
The skylight was dying. The sky, a grey blue turning dark navy . Nothing was on my mind. Or maybe I did not want anything on my mind ?. There were dark clouds gathering in the distant horizon .Flashes of lightening.No thunder though. As i started walking briskly, the trees lining the road hid the threatening clouds looming in the yonder."I have to get back before it starts raining..." Not because i dreaded getting wet. But more like a challenge,when pitted against the inevitable .
Fifty yards of brisk walk and then i started into a skip , a hop and then into a gallop. I clasped my lips shut.My nose flared open. I took a heavy breath every three gallops. (RULE:1 One never breathes through the mouth when in a run, this is undisputed throughout the running community. It accumulates foam and dries the mouth, causing thirst twice faster than required.)
After about 200 mts .. a searing pain ripped at a single point in my abdomen towards the left side. My lungs felt like a furnace. I had to slow down. I gradually came down to a jog. Disappointed . I trotted along in my jog for the next 20 mins. Everytime i gave a burst on my legs .. a few hundred yards and the pains shrivelled me back to a trot. At a bend on the run I reached a tree with a swarm of mosquitoes as thick as a 1990 Ambassdor classic's exhaust(horrible simile !! i Know ! ) . I invaded their buzz and ran through them, hundreds hitting my neck and face. Some digging into my horse sized nostrils. Hundreds buzzing into my ears and countless stuck inside my tees. A minute of thrashing about and flailing my arms , and a couple of elaphant sneezes later ,I continued my run .
30 mins since I started. My head got heavier. I thought I was running smooth. ( RULE: 2 The smoothness/effortlessness of a run is estimated from the noise the feet make ... the lesser the noise.. the smoother and more effortless the run).But I started to realise i mustave been making a noise like a duck with a flipper on a road. My arms were swinging wildly as if i was forcing myself ahead by pushing the air. I i was breathing heavy.The was like an ice pick piercing my abdomen. I felt i was breathing fire. A motorist passing by stared at me in disbelief. Didnt have a second to stare back (RULE: 3 which i generaly do in those cases !give a steely stare back)
My head started to swing like a ping pong ball. I guess people could hear my tread a hundred yards away. A hundred metres ahead, A grandpa turned around to see who it was (me !) disturbing his peaceful walk and frowned . I finally jogged home 2 and a half kms later. I was walking. I couldn't feel my legs . I climbed the steps to the open terrace on the second floor. Did a warm down (RULE:4 One needs to stretch and warm down before and after a heavy run or workout to relax the muscles and avoid muscle cramps the next day.)
Short jumps and stretches .. a PT drill for a minute. I sat down . The sky a pitch dark. I could hear thunder booming in the distance. i felt my head swing . I could see my eyes redden . The red viens formed a pattern on my vision.I sat down and took deep slow breaths. I could hear the thunder again.. but very regular.. like a cannon firing every second !!. I felt my throat throbbing . I felt someone punching me in my back for like 100 times a minute !! My HEARTBEAT !! .. I wanted to relax.. Couldn't .. It wasnt a great run!! but why did I . Was I running away from something !! Or was i Running for something i Wanted... leaving everything behind .............
10 minutes and half a dozen bananas later. This is keyed down ..
Adious amigos , Gracias !!
More than 5 months since i ran last. I had run in the morning then. With a fresh mind , to gulp in the greenery.To breath into my lungs the hovering dew of the early morning. I felt bright and the run made me feel physically exhausted, yet mentally satisfied.
And I ran today . In the evening !. Only 'teen' times i would have done that through my life so far. Came back from office at around half past six. Changed into tracks . Without a word spoken , I dashed out.
The skylight was dying. The sky, a grey blue turning dark navy . Nothing was on my mind. Or maybe I did not want anything on my mind ?. There were dark clouds gathering in the distant horizon .Flashes of lightening.No thunder though. As i started walking briskly, the trees lining the road hid the threatening clouds looming in the yonder."I have to get back before it starts raining..." Not because i dreaded getting wet. But more like a challenge,when pitted against the inevitable .
Fifty yards of brisk walk and then i started into a skip , a hop and then into a gallop. I clasped my lips shut.My nose flared open. I took a heavy breath every three gallops. (RULE:1 One never breathes through the mouth when in a run, this is undisputed throughout the running community. It accumulates foam and dries the mouth, causing thirst twice faster than required.)
After about 200 mts .. a searing pain ripped at a single point in my abdomen towards the left side. My lungs felt like a furnace. I had to slow down. I gradually came down to a jog. Disappointed . I trotted along in my jog for the next 20 mins. Everytime i gave a burst on my legs .. a few hundred yards and the pains shrivelled me back to a trot. At a bend on the run I reached a tree with a swarm of mosquitoes as thick as a 1990 Ambassdor classic's exhaust(horrible simile !! i Know ! ) . I invaded their buzz and ran through them, hundreds hitting my neck and face. Some digging into my horse sized nostrils. Hundreds buzzing into my ears and countless stuck inside my tees. A minute of thrashing about and flailing my arms , and a couple of elaphant sneezes later ,I continued my run .
30 mins since I started. My head got heavier. I thought I was running smooth. ( RULE: 2 The smoothness/effortlessness of a run is estimated from the noise the feet make ... the lesser the noise.. the smoother and more effortless the run).But I started to realise i mustave been making a noise like a duck with a flipper on a road. My arms were swinging wildly as if i was forcing myself ahead by pushing the air. I i was breathing heavy.The was like an ice pick piercing my abdomen. I felt i was breathing fire. A motorist passing by stared at me in disbelief. Didnt have a second to stare back (RULE: 3 which i generaly do in those cases !give a steely stare back)
My head started to swing like a ping pong ball. I guess people could hear my tread a hundred yards away. A hundred metres ahead, A grandpa turned around to see who it was (me !) disturbing his peaceful walk and frowned . I finally jogged home 2 and a half kms later. I was walking. I couldn't feel my legs . I climbed the steps to the open terrace on the second floor. Did a warm down (RULE:4 One needs to stretch and warm down before and after a heavy run or workout to relax the muscles and avoid muscle cramps the next day.)
Short jumps and stretches .. a PT drill for a minute. I sat down . The sky a pitch dark. I could hear thunder booming in the distance. i felt my head swing . I could see my eyes redden . The red viens formed a pattern on my vision.I sat down and took deep slow breaths. I could hear the thunder again.. but very regular.. like a cannon firing every second !!. I felt my throat throbbing . I felt someone punching me in my back for like 100 times a minute !! My HEARTBEAT !! .. I wanted to relax.. Couldn't .. It wasnt a great run!! but why did I . Was I running away from something !! Or was i Running for something i Wanted... leaving everything behind .............
10 minutes and half a dozen bananas later. This is keyed down ..
Adious amigos , Gracias !!
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
LOST IN SPACE ...........
Many Moons
The roster of Jupiter’s extended family keeps growing—61 moons at last count, including Io. As seen here, Io hovers just above the Jovian cloud tops—but in fact keeping its distance 217,500 miles (350,000 kilometers) away.
A Star is Born
About 100 million to 300 million years after the big bang, in what had been an ocean of darkness, the first star was born. It happened inside a swirling cloud of hydrogen and helium gas gathered together by the gravity of dense, invisible “dark matter.” As the gases cooled, the center of the cloud collapsed into a dense clump. Over hundreds of thousands of years the clump in turn collapsed, triggering fusion and the birth of a star.
Winds of Change
Winds as strong as a thousand miles an hour (1,600 kilometers an hour) stripe the atmosphere of Saturn in an ultraviolet image captured on March 7, 2003, by the Hubble Space Telescope. The rings surrounding the planet are composed of dust and ice.
The Greatest View
No matter how many times astronauts have photographed Earth during two decades of space shuttle missions, the image in the rearview mirror has never become routine: that perfect blue marble, whorled with white, suspended against blackest space.
Big City Lights
Bright lights reveal big cities in western Europe, Japan, and the eastern U.S. in this composite image of the planet at night from military weather satellites. Other less urbanized places, such as western China and most of Africa, remain dark.
Living Large
Hats off to Hubble’s spectacular image of M104, the Sombrero galaxy, 28 million light-years from Earth. One of the most massive objects in the dense Virgo cluster of galaxies, the Sombrero’s bright core contains a black hole a billion times the mass of our sun.
Space Drifter
Untethered from the space shuttle, Bruce McCandless II drifts 217 miles (349 kilometers) above Earth using a nitrogen-propelled backpack in February 1984. McCandless was the first to use the pack he called a “great flying machine” for a space walk.
Foot Loose and Fancy Free
John Young gives a playful salute during the Apollo 16 lunar mission in 1972. A close look reveals that he’s bounding a foot and a half (46 centimeters) off the lunar surface. On Earth, Young in his bulky suit would have tipped the scales at almost 400 pounds (200 kilograms), but on the moon he weighed only about 65 pounds (30 kilograms).
Many MoonsThe roster of Jupiter’s extended family keeps growing—61 moons at last count, including Io. As seen here, Io hovers just above the Jovian cloud tops—but in fact keeping its distance 217,500 miles (350,000 kilometers) away.
A Star is BornAbout 100 million to 300 million years after the big bang, in what had been an ocean of darkness, the first star was born. It happened inside a swirling cloud of hydrogen and helium gas gathered together by the gravity of dense, invisible “dark matter.” As the gases cooled, the center of the cloud collapsed into a dense clump. Over hundreds of thousands of years the clump in turn collapsed, triggering fusion and the birth of a star.
Winds of Change
Winds as strong as a thousand miles an hour (1,600 kilometers an hour) stripe the atmosphere of Saturn in an ultraviolet image captured on March 7, 2003, by the Hubble Space Telescope. The rings surrounding the planet are composed of dust and ice.
The Greatest View
No matter how many times astronauts have photographed Earth during two decades of space shuttle missions, the image in the rearview mirror has never become routine: that perfect blue marble, whorled with white, suspended against blackest space.
Big City LightsBright lights reveal big cities in western Europe, Japan, and the eastern U.S. in this composite image of the planet at night from military weather satellites. Other less urbanized places, such as western China and most of Africa, remain dark.
Living LargeHats off to Hubble’s spectacular image of M104, the Sombrero galaxy, 28 million light-years from Earth. One of the most massive objects in the dense Virgo cluster of galaxies, the Sombrero’s bright core contains a black hole a billion times the mass of our sun.
Space DrifterUntethered from the space shuttle, Bruce McCandless II drifts 217 miles (349 kilometers) above Earth using a nitrogen-propelled backpack in February 1984. McCandless was the first to use the pack he called a “great flying machine” for a space walk.
Foot Loose and Fancy Free
John Young gives a playful salute during the Apollo 16 lunar mission in 1972. A close look reveals that he’s bounding a foot and a half (46 centimeters) off the lunar surface. On Earth, Young in his bulky suit would have tipped the scales at almost 400 pounds (200 kilograms), but on the moon he weighed only about 65 pounds (30 kilograms).
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