The Disappearing Caravan

Back to blogger!

Sweta — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 17:20:10 +0000

People!,I have moved back to blogger.My vacay at WordPress,for the time being is over.However,I will be back with a self hosted one later.Much later
For the time being let’s have a cuppa here…

http://disapearingcaravan.blogspot.com/

Thank you for bearing with me,I assure you I don’t work with the government,and this wasn’t done purposely to bug you

Growing up?

Sweta — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 07:22:15 +0000

Is good.

I have decided to see it that way.Not so long ago[Read two weeks] I was pretty bummed about being twenty,but now?

I.AM.PSYCHED.I just realized the good stuff,yaknow?staying up late.longer curfew,hm?I’ll let that slide.

Being twenty means,you’re not the baby anymore,you don’t get ooohed and aaahed over[the eff?I do that to myself ALL the time.Narcissism,much? hmp,you should too,its great for your self esteem I tell ya, ].And that doesn’t bother me.I’m still small enough*in size* to fit into a swing.So thats that.I don’t miss being a child for the time being.Besides,all the good stuff about growing up is getting me antsy in the pansty pretty darn excited.

Right now I’m dreaming of…

My own pad!The coolest ever,all gadgetised and sleek.And yes,I MIGHT share it with my best friend.OOOH fun!And the cute signs on the doors when you’re guy is in?EPIC.Would you still want to be 9? hm? HM??
Vodka and coke(yes I do that),Vodka and lime cordial,Vodka and everything.Legal,legal All of it And not just drinking with my dad for peanuts.hmp!And if you are Italian and have Grappa,let’s talk. ;)
Sex.It’s a part of growing up,right? [Hey:DON'T JUDGE]

earning my OWN thing.Paying my OWN bills.NO more scrapping off parents.NO MORE!! “SWETA??!! IS this your broadband bill??”, “HOW many new bags do you need??”,”Didn’t you just go out with your friends yesterday??” I’ll take care of it,daddy.Smug.Smooth

Besides,there’s my 30 Things till 30 list to look forward to.Hello,new decade!The Caravan?IT’s ROLLING my friend!

Oh,and being almost 20 didn’t stop Rajlakshi from bestowing THREE awards upon me!Watch this space folks,you are going away with some or ALL of them

Age,ya’ll.Just be 10 at heart

Just remember what I said

Meddling with the mind

Sweta — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 11:25:48 +0000

Ring-a ding-a ling!

It’s an established fact that I like the weird.Bollywood certainly isn’t swimming in the type of weird I like,though there’s other kind,with no particular reference or offence meant.
But sometimes,there comes a movie,in our very own Btown that is pretty darn uncharted,has a flavour of newness,weirdness and thus awesomeness.It is an established fact that think-y stuff doesn’t sell in Bollwood and thus films like Golmaal and even OSO for that matter keep the box office madly ringing while Mumbai Meri Jaan and A Wednesday feed on a few spare change.

Karthik Calling Karthik.Hm.I don’t know if the movie is wholly commercial(yes I do read the newspaper,but this has probably just passed me,so enlighten me),or of the 3 Idiots tango team,but it certainly ~~is enjoyable~~ makes for a good movie going/viewing experience.Besides I have a HUGE crush on Farhan Akhtar.

The story revolves around Karthik who happens to be treated like a doormat,and has been taking it lying down for ages-right from his sly-ass landlord to his equally slimy boss.But one phone call changes his life.And that isn’t a lame “God calling” situation.Dig it?

This mysterious caller calls himself Karthik,sounds like Karthik,knows his credit card pin number and even the colour of his ~~underoos~~ socks.And if you have ever have had a heavy dose of Stephen King,Mary Higgins Clark or Sidney Sheldon,it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the poor frog has MPD AKA Multiple personality disorder,in other words something VERY wrong,deep down.

Speaking of Deep down,the first word which comes to your mind?

C’mon?

Yea?

Subconscious?
Bingo!

And the very first NAME that comes to your mind,in relation with subconscious?

Freud,yea?

But,the *unconscious* has occupied a place in the Western World since the 1600s in English and Greek writings,starting from Augustine who lived 1500 years before Freud,and more *recently* Descartes and Saint Aquinas.
Freud divided the mind into three planes to understand the personality of a person..

the conscious: Or the immediate awareness

the preconscious Or the objects that the mind is aware off,but is beyond immediate awareness and can be summoned at will.

and finally the subconsciousthe state of the mind which which carefully masks the deepest desire of the person,and is not even in the reach of the awareness,immediate or otherwise.Dreams,Freud said are an important way of interpreting the subconsciousness desire of the person.Like the poor lamb Walter Mitty,repressed by a bossy wife daydreams and is chided by and laughed at by strangers and acquaintances alike.But in his fantasies,he is the best pilot a squadron could boast to have,the best soldier his fellow officers could ask for,the best lover,the smoothest criminal.(The Secret Life of Walter Mitty by James Thurber)

This is just in theory though,and I’m a noob…so how the hell am I supposed to work that out?
Hm,so one day I saw a HUGE poster of Satyajit Ray somewhere near Dhakuria Bridge,and and like all things in passing,I promptly forgot about it.Yet,I dreamt of being on a set with Ray.I wonder what that means,hm.Can you give me something of that sort that has happened to you,silly…it happens all the time heh

Often in case of immense grief,or a horribly bad incident,the mind tries to cushion the senses,and prepares a defense mechanism of its own.These defense mechanisms maybe in the form of alter egos or alternative personalities living within a person,yet out of reach.The alter ego maybe of a different age,or even a different gender or even from a different era.Creepy,no?

And the worst part?You can run from your house,your friends,the hooded stranger who marks your shadows and makes you jump..but,can you run from yourself?Kinda hard,don’t you think?

So folks,who’s on in your mind?

Boo!

P.s:Suggest some books on the similar subject I might like,please?Thanks

S-T-E-P-H-E-N K-I-N-G spells Unique

Sweta — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 08:10:19 +0000

Do you smell Oranges?

Sometimes he is too American for me to relate to him,to realise his analogies and have a hearty laugh.

Sometimes he is just too talkative.

But sometimes,he is just,well readable.To the end.

I finished the Dream catcher with lots of adrenaline rush,and cluthing my bedsheets in sweaty moments of paranoia,and sometimes just spacing out.

Lisey’s Story,let’s just not talk about it.

Cujo.Blah.Blah.

Cell.Um.WEIRD.

The Shining?Shit Scary. I wish I could say that…but not really.Creepy?you bet.

Do you smell oranges?Do you shine?

Say,can you tell me what REDRUM means?

Red RUM? or RED DRUM?Perhaps…MURDER spelled backwards?Usually I don’t read “horror” stories.It just isn’t as effective as the visuals.But I have been trying to crack King for a while now,and The Shining came across as something I’d like to read through the end.Um,correction…I would be ABLE to read through the end.

Besides,I hate dropping books midway.REALLY REALLY hate.

Anyhoo I digrees.

To The Shining then.

With the Opening of the book,we are introduced to the Torrance family consisting Jack Torrance-the struggling-writer ,his wife Wendy and their son Danny.So yes,Danny has the Shine as he is told by Dick Halloran,chef of the Overlook Hotel where Jack Torrance gets job as the winter caretaker after being fired from the post of a school teacher after a case of student abuse.

“The Shine” as we get to know it,is the ability to communicate by telepathy,getting premonitions,seeing things that aren’t there,and just stuff if you tell others might get you locked in a padded room.LOSING YOUR MARBLES,as Danny is quick to realise.But not quite so.

Danny’s special ability is quick to tell him that moving to The Overlook is the worst decision the Torrance family would ever take,and till the end of the book,we aren’t disappointed.

There are phantom guests drinking phantom martinis,however the party decorations are quite real.So real,so so real that you wonder how come you are not part of the fun.How?

And then you want to be.And this is the part where the Hotel gets to you.You want to murder your wife and son,and prove to the Hotel that you are of managerial timber,a dead grotesque woman who wants to wring your neck doesn’t bother you.And you lie.Lie about the hedge animals that move.Lie that you are seeing things too.Lie that you want a drink,so bad that you could kill.

Hmm.

I need a drink.

Watch the sheets though. Just watch the sheets,will you.

Thanks.

“Fascination for the abomination” and other whatsits

Sweta — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 13:15:32 +0000

The other day at college we were doing Milton,ya know,the blind women hating poet?*And how he was apparently from the Devil’s party according to some Romantic Critics,which our teacher dismissed as tosh because hello!Milton?…the STAUNCH Puritan…of the devil’s Parday? It seemed increculous even to stupid ol’ me,but apparently they had reasons.If Paradise Lost,the great english epic be closely examined,some of the most ornate,magnanimous,and beautiful speeches has been assigned to Satan,the rebel angel,The Devil himself.The Reason?Milton didnot want it to be a cakewalk for God when they are ~~tearing at each othe~~r warring in Heaven.Okay,I’ll stop your crash course in literature right here and move on to what was buzzing around me head.

Voldemorte.Ring a bell?

I have always been strangely attracted to this man,as deliciously evil he might be.To me he has always been more fascinating than Harry and his friends,even the uber handsome bad boy Sirius,or good ol’ Dumblydorr.Voldy commands respect,is a smooth talker much like Milton’s Satan and his “fascination for the abomination” is what makes him so appealing.

OR take Bluebeard and his awesomely curious wife for example.Thousands of rooms-free t explore,yet one tiny room that she was forbidden to visit,but she did and boy!what a scare…severed heads of all his previous seven wives,cursing him to hell in their death

And now,we have our very own forbidden contemporary(hardly)…Edward.However,I donot find him as delicious as his father,or ze werewolf.Vampires.Werewolves.Forbidden.Abomination.STRANGELY FASCINATING.

Why just literary characters?It holds true for us well(and this what I was eager to come to).Many a time I have snuck out some fiery liquid from my dad’s liqour cabinet and then *forgot* to tell him about it.Further down memory lane,it was Mum’s lipsticks I wish I had pictures,I looked quite the diva(blip!).

More recently,its my detour around the city.I just love jumping on a bus going round and round the city discovering things about the place I have lived in for twenty years,but never known.Mum would freak out.Dad?Notsomuch.But its an unsaid thing that such detours alone are FORBIDDEN.And hence,deliciously welcome!

Whats your bluebeard story?

* That was said in good humour

I like the smell of new paint too often

Sweta — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 07:46:56 +0000

~~I have finally figured it out.~~

~~I know what I want to do with my life.~~

Who am I kidding?I’m one confused lamb.

What do you do when you have a LOT of options?And you are as confused as I am?

You play with it all,and make a frightful paste of all bad options thats just EW to look at and clean up.And you moan,and whine and blame and crib,but you go on playing with the ghastly paste.

God,I’ve got to tell you…Blogger is AWESOME,and the best part? its free.And it ain’t half bad…got many bells and whistles you can add on from thrid party apps which blogger *indigenously* doesn’t provide.BUT.Oh my marshmellows…I got SO damn tired playing with it all…I couldn’t satisfy myself with ANYTHING I did to the damn blog.I couldn’t keep my the blog’s new finery on for A.Single.day. I know,as a girl,I have the inherent right to be a crabby bitch and pout and complain that I have nothing to wear while looking at a closetfull of the good stuff..(here,are you confused darlin’s?What’s she talking about? dress dress?Or blog ~~dress~~wear.It’s blog wear I’m ripping apart here)

But really,HOW long can you tinker with your new toy?Obviously long enough,but not with without getting tired of it all.The point?I took an extended vacation from blogger ,and am setting up my pad here for2)awhile b)ever…whichever floats me boat

The free stuff here doesn’t allow me to play the field as much,which for the moment…is just what I needed.Like they say,If you can’t nail the bird,jail freaking flailing birdie,mon!

Chop chop!

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