Shades of Tan

random question of the day.
At what shade of tan does beige become brown?

p.s my newfound picture clicking interest (no good at it yet)

Initial rubbish.. rediscovering fun

Every now and then, i tend to return to the roots of my everything. This evening i was and still am in one of those moments. My motivation is pumped, my ranting is at its peak and i just feel good all over.

And even as Dean Martin's voice consumes my emotions, mixing them up as if they were paints on a platter ( which never turns out to be pretty, because u eventually get a browny coloured thingy which looks like poo, or this purplish brown thingy which doesn't look pretty, but I've already said that... but its true...), i feel impulsive.
I feel like doing something stupid, insane, outrageous. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

My motivation tonight, as "lame" as it might be, is to fly. Aah, the joy and ecstasy that i feel when i lift off!:D and the sadness i feel when my feet touch the ground again :(. I take my shoes off, and coil up again, ready to spring into nothingness.

And even as i do this, some sort of enlightenment hits me. Not answers, but questions. I jump, and fall back onto the ground. Why?


Is it because the Earth needs to stay in its orbit so as to not crash into other planets, or get close enough to the sun to fry us?

Is it because we are able to experience the sweet sensation of breathing in the cold winter morning air instead?

I want to live on the moon. Sure, basketball courts will be hard to come across over there, but at least i will be able to jump higher than Jordan. ;)

Note : i warned you about the rubbish, don't blame me.

is white really a colour?

as i sit at my desk, typing this post, i look at a tissue lying in front of me. It is white. And then i ask myself, is white really a colour?

thats it

:P


As i think back on what i have learn't about colours and the theory that white is not reely a colour but a combination of all the 7 vibgyor colours, but its different when an object is white, coz it has white pigments or something like that....... i feel kinda nerdish.... i try to switch off... i look back at that goddamn tissue!! why did you have to be white???

gone are the days when i could just look at a white tissue, and smile because the colour made me happy. Why do i have to think? Why do i try to divide everything into something smaller, and smaller, and smaller. Now i look at that tissue, and it saddens me.

White is my favourite colour. I like the fact that when i ask anyone what their favourite colour is, they never say white. Black, Blue, Red, Pink.... but never white... but then, is white really a colour?

Dream on - a lesson in inspiration

incomplete with nothing said about bball or music. Let the videos speak for themselves. If you are a basketball player and you dont get inspired by that video, then there is something wrong with you beacuse i have never seen a more inspiring video.



I've also added a live performance of the song, just to make things interesting ;) :D

Green pens and black ink

ohk... in the summer of 2006, at the initial stages, i was part of the documentary crew (i got kicked out later but thats another post). Our first few sessions were with a man named Dhruv Dhawan, who is a documentary director. For our first assignment, he asked us to write about something that has changed us and how it had changed us, and also what we are aiming to achieve. This is what i wrote.

Hey Dhruv,

I just landed in India and haven't slept the whole night. Please take that into account. I might not have answered your questions, but i mean all that i say here. Please tell me if i need to rewrite it.

i can't tell you an incident that has changed me. I cant tell you how it has changed me. I change everyday, because i live everyday. I changed when i heard Led Zep for the first time. I changed when i first picked up drum sticks. I changed yesterday while watching Wimbledon. I changed today when i landed in India and took a moment to reflect. Moreover I'm changing now as i write this mail to you.

How all this has changed me? I don't know... maybe they are reminders, of what really matters in this life to me. Maybe they are all additions, adding to the complexity of this already vast web that is my life. Confusing me further.

What am i aiming for? I'm aiming for what everyone is aiming for. Happiness. The difference is, that i have already achieved it. Of course sometimes it is taken away from me. Sometimes for days, months, even years, but it is always there, waiting to return to me.