Have you ever felt like the universe is sending out messages to you? I ask because that's what I've felt lately. Take for instance, this chain of events that have taken place over the past two days. Yesterday, quite by accident, I came across a TED talk by Manoush Zomorodi, in which she explains the … Continue reading The mocking mural
It's Wimbledon Season. And I have fever. But this post is about a video. And an event I have not written about.
Elizabeth Gilbert, author of 'Eat Pray Love', talks about creativity as an external 'genie', and how creativity comes to an artist, instead of creativity coming from within an artist. Are you in touch with your genie?
The year in review
She looked around, trying to amuse herself. Near one of the check-in counters, she caught two gentlemen picking up their passes. Gosh they looked awfully familiar! Where could she have seen them?
After months of procrastination, we present to you our creation. That the topic for this week's photo challenge happens to be 'create', is a lucky coincidence!
The elections for the municipal corporation were held today. Where there are elections, there is bound to be campaigning. So I too have jumped into the campaign mode. Albeit, of a different kind. This year, as part of an internal competition, students were asked to make short films under various categories. I too was encouraged … Continue reading Campaign Season
Long long ago, when I didn't have a blog page, I just recorded the random thoughts that came to my mind in separate files on the computer. I wrote this little journal entry on the 22nd day of the month of May in the year 2010.
For almost a whole year, I have had a tough time trying to negotiate my way around a project that I was very enthusiastic about. It began in the month of April last year, and I had rather grand plans for it. Now, looking back to what I had planned, I think I ended up … Continue reading Getting the monkey off my back!
For this post, I owe a close friend of mine for sharing this video. It's so beautiful, and even before it had reached half way, I had goose pimples (that's what they are called right?) all over. Just wanted to share it with anyone who's interested. Patriotism has no language... A beautiful message...