The Spirit in Silence

yesterday as the four of us sat upright, staring at our crowded screens, silent momentarily, just seconds away from returning to our furious lives, i sat fiddling with my nails. not knowing where to look. at the screen in front of me, a stolen glance at A and N to see how they were dealing with the silence, into my head maybe.

this silence after we received this mail from a friend:

" At 6.24 pm today there will be a 2-minute silence observed across the country as a mark of respect to the bomb blast victims. NDTV has announced some special locations in each city where there will be gatherings. But you could do this wherever you are.

If ever there was need for `spirit', it is now. People rushing back to work 12 hours after the bombing under the guise of "we always bounce back" is mistakenly understood as `spirit'. We do it because we've become immune - and thankful that "it did not happen to me". Raising our collective voice against injustice, against politicians, against unfair practices, and forcing positive change is the only time we can ever talk about our `spirit'.
Hopefully, the 2-minute silence will be a start. "


we all have our own ways of dealing with these things. its not alright that 360 people are dead from a natural wave that swallowed them. it doesn't compare. it never can. so lets not. i've been through a calamity and i KNOW that it affects you only when you're IN it. so if you really want to make a difference even feel it, you'll have to become it.
we have been silenced already. for one, no one except me can read this unless the lords decide to lift the ban off blogspot. we can't seem to be able to make up our minds. for every protest we retaliate with silence?
what a confused kid.

we condemn it, can we stop it?

questions grow in silence.

A New Escape

so last night was the first party at the very very new FUGA! if you haven't heard of it its because it will be opening up to all soonly. the party was for the designers and architects and all the important people who made FUGA possible. i felt right at home. its rare(atleast for me) to feel at home at a swanky lounge bar!
to tell you a little more about my new muse. FUGA is the newest coolest lounge bar in bangalore. FUGA = ESCAPE (in italian) very cool!
its red and white and silver and green and all those lovely glittering colours and the first ever absinthe bar in our city! a humungously well-stocked bar, yummy starters, fine music, a dance floor with an evil holed wall, very pleasant staff and lots ans lots of SPACE. now, where do you find that in bars nowadays!!

if anyone asks you where you heard about FUGA first, rememeber the green fairy told you.

Schneider Returns

the funny thing about not writing forever is that you get the jitters when you do it after nearly (what feels like) a decade. its like trying to brush rust off a favourite toy that was made in russia and somehow made its way into your collection. And now as you were trying to dig out some imporatnt part of your life, you found the russian metal toy, rusty and sorry..

i spend some more time polishing my net avatar everyday. i take care of it sometimes more than i groom myself. words and images carefully chosen to best fit the personality in question. strange how our toys change.
so today i got me a new template. a new beginning. 'the return' i callit.

spawned identities
life verbatim?