Sunday, January 14, 2007
Monday, December 04, 2006
Which of the X-Men Are You?
This is what I got...How cool is that???
You Are Storm |
Exotic and powerful, Storm descended from a line of African priestesses. Emotions can effect your powers, but you are generally serene. Powers: controlling weather, creating winds that lift you into flight, generating lightning |
Monday, July 25, 2005
Animal Instincts
The Southeast Asian / Indian Ocean Tsunami that hit Sri Lanka on the 26th of December 2004 killed over 30,000 people. But all the wild animals in the Yala National Park survived. http://animalplanet.co.uk/tsunamianimal/feature3.shtml - A prime example of how animals used their instincts to survive disasters.
If animals possess this special gift, so should humans, right? After all, we are also a bunch of animals. Then, why aren't we as sensitive to these instincts as other animals? Do we have it and not know how to use it? Do we posses in-built survival instincts and unconsciously overrule them? Have you ever felt that uneasy feeling before a disaster strike, like something is wrong, but you just can’t figure out what it is?...those feelings that you just can’t link to anything logical? Are we brought-up in a way that makes our conscious mind be strong enough to suppress the gift of instincts? Can we learn how to identify the signs and make use of them?
If animals possess this special gift, so should humans, right? After all, we are also a bunch of animals. Then, why aren't we as sensitive to these instincts as other animals? Do we have it and not know how to use it? Do we posses in-built survival instincts and unconsciously overrule them? Have you ever felt that uneasy feeling before a disaster strike, like something is wrong, but you just can’t figure out what it is?...those feelings that you just can’t link to anything logical? Are we brought-up in a way that makes our conscious mind be strong enough to suppress the gift of instincts? Can we learn how to identify the signs and make use of them?
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Me want a Lightsaber!!!
Yes I watched Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith. Despite the fact that Anakin Skywalker (l8er Darth Vader) is absolute eye-candy, I still love Yoda.
The Jedi Master “Say the important stuff first and the rest later” Yoda.
I have a question: When Yoda meets Darth Sidious after the attack on the Jedi, Darth Sidious tells Yoda that Anakin has become more powerful than both of them. In a subsequent scene, Obi-Wan Kenobi kicks Anakin’s gluteus maximus. Does that make him the best Jedi in episode III?
Me want a Lightsaber!
Gift Ideas for Rochi’s B’day:
Star wars episodes 1,2,3,4,5,6 on DVD.
A LIGHTSABER
expensive replica : http://shop.starwars.com/catalog/product.xml?product_id=1636;category_id=315
less expensive: http://shop.starwars.com/catalog/product.xml?product_id=1629;category_id=315;pcid1=;pcid2=
The Jedi Master “Say the important stuff first and the rest later” Yoda.
I have a question: When Yoda meets Darth Sidious after the attack on the Jedi, Darth Sidious tells Yoda that Anakin has become more powerful than both of them. In a subsequent scene, Obi-Wan Kenobi kicks Anakin’s gluteus maximus. Does that make him the best Jedi in episode III?
Me want a Lightsaber!
Gift Ideas for Rochi’s B’day:
Star wars episodes 1,2,3,4,5,6 on DVD.
A LIGHTSABER
expensive replica : http://shop.starwars.com/catalog/product.xml?product_id=1636;category_id=315
less expensive: http://shop.starwars.com/catalog/product.xml?product_id=1629;category_id=315;pcid1=;pcid2=
Sunday, June 05, 2005
20’s crisis – Me gone tipsy
What is it about hitting the two X that is so confusing? It just gets so damn confusing. For the early parts of your 20’s you actually don’t have much to think about coz you will be busy with your first degree. Life is focused and calculated. Project deadlines, office work (if you are already working), and exams are the things you have to think about on a daily basis. The goal is to get good grades. Social life is a necessity but is often sacrificed in the name of tomorrow’s exam or project deadline. And then everything comes to an end. You will be happy for a while. Relieved actually. But then one Saturday morning you wake up without having to run to your computer to finish an assignment or crawl over to your book shelf to grab a book that you are supposed to read before the class which is starting in another two hours. You have absolutely nothing to do. Life sets in. The “hmmmm’s” fill up your head. You sit down and think about the little framework you lived in for the last 10-15 years. Things have changed. But where do you fit in? Are you officially a “grown-up”? If you goof off…will people think that you are mentally challenged? Does it make sense to change your way of life? What do you really want to do with your life? What will make you happy? The realization of the fact that you really don’t know what the hell you want, will leave you feeling lost and a wee bit nauseous. Ok…how about this for a bite! Get a tattoo, pierce your belly button and highlight your hair in red! Ya that should do it. Oh oh oh!…pierce four more holes in your ear! And then what? OK…get ready for your masters…read all those books and articles you didn’t have time to read…ya that makes sense…You’ve got to get married and spawn more seeds of your insanity! So many things to do…so little time. You question yourself…”did I do everything I wanted to so far?” and the answer is…Yep!…That felt good…No regrets…No past moments in your life you want to go back and fix. That’s a good sign. So let’s look forward…You are standing on a junction and the road ahead just split into hundreds of little roads right before your very eyes…Damn!…silence sets in again…you are back at square one…………………
Inner dudette interrupts: Arghh just shut up. You like it when things get complicated…It’s “interesting”…so knock yourself out…Do whatever you want…Go wild!...don’t waste a single minute of your life…! Ahh…what would you do without me?
Inner dudette interrupts: Arghh just shut up. You like it when things get complicated…It’s “interesting”…so knock yourself out…Do whatever you want…Go wild!...don’t waste a single minute of your life…! Ahh…what would you do without me?
Monday, April 11, 2005
Carpentry!
New Year holidays! After sitting and watching 7 movies till my hindquarters went numb, I decided to do something different for a change. And so I started “Spring Cleaning” my room. Years and years of tutorials, notes and books with scribbles of screwed-up faces, electrocuted cats and butterflies were stacked up everywhere…On shelves, tables, the PC, the shoe-rack, under the bed…anywhere I could find even a wee bit of space. It was time to clean up before my humble dwelling reached 100% hazardous to human health.
I started picking out the things I don’t need and H helped me decide. It was not an easy task. I still wanted to keep my old magazines. After hours of arguing, I gave up and H won. I decided to keep only the books. Then I realized, that I have run out of shelf space.
Hmmm… said me… Let’s build a book-rack!!! For some reason my mother’s face fell, probably ‘coz she knew that I’d make a mess out of the entire house trying to build a book rack and she will have to clean up after me.
I went around the house searching for raw materials for my project. I found a hammer, nails, wood, black paint, a measuring tape and a pencil. But the wood I found was not strong enough. It was time to get creative. I found an extra towel-rack in the store-room. After a bit of cutting and chopping, it made a perfect skeleton for a bookrack. It took 3 hours of hard labor. Working with stone-age equipment was not an easy task. Subsequent to numerous cuts and bruises, H and I finished my brand-new bookrack, which I later painted in black…the "invisible" color. It looked handsome, rugged and mysterious and a wee bit too wide. In other words it was not all that pretty.
Rochana's new passion: Carpentry. Now I am on a roll. Going to buy new equipment and lumber to make more goodies. Shelves, shelves and more shelves!!! My house will be called “The house of Shelves” like “The House of Wax”…errr…that’s a horror flick right?
I started picking out the things I don’t need and H helped me decide. It was not an easy task. I still wanted to keep my old magazines. After hours of arguing, I gave up and H won. I decided to keep only the books. Then I realized, that I have run out of shelf space.
Hmmm… said me… Let’s build a book-rack!!! For some reason my mother’s face fell, probably ‘coz she knew that I’d make a mess out of the entire house trying to build a book rack and she will have to clean up after me.
I went around the house searching for raw materials for my project. I found a hammer, nails, wood, black paint, a measuring tape and a pencil. But the wood I found was not strong enough. It was time to get creative. I found an extra towel-rack in the store-room. After a bit of cutting and chopping, it made a perfect skeleton for a bookrack. It took 3 hours of hard labor. Working with stone-age equipment was not an easy task. Subsequent to numerous cuts and bruises, H and I finished my brand-new bookrack, which I later painted in black…the "invisible" color. It looked handsome, rugged and mysterious and a wee bit too wide. In other words it was not all that pretty.
Rochana's new passion: Carpentry. Now I am on a roll. Going to buy new equipment and lumber to make more goodies. Shelves, shelves and more shelves!!! My house will be called “The house of Shelves” like “The House of Wax”…errr…that’s a horror flick right?
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Just another passing day of my life
It was supposed to be one of those special days in a persons’ life… one of those “once in a life time” things… That’s what I was told. Yet my feelings are best described as ambivalent and colorless. I expected my inner person to feel much more than this and she completely failed me all throughout the day.
Was it the heat, the heavy over-sized attire, hours of staying up on my feet and at times being de-hydrated that deprived me of those so-called wonderful feelings?
By the time it got to the real thing, I was just too damn tired and had to force myself to savor the moment. When the moment of ultimate glory arrived, I was not excited at all. Instead I found my eyes wandering around in search for something that would trigger those happy feelings. Then there they were... beyond the bright, flashing lights…Her teary eyes and his smiling face… filled with love. Hmmm…I said to myself… as I felt a cool breeze go through my tired body….This must be it. And that is what I will remember of that special day. The two happy faces I saw in the crowd. Yep, it sure was worth it. As I walked away from all the excitement I was back to my idiosyncratic-self.
P:S: Tip of the day…never wear the graduation cap too tight no matter how wobbly it is…you never know when you’ll have to take it off during the ceremony. Hmmm… on second thoughts... just wear it the way you want... it just might give you something to smile to yourself about every time you remember your graduation day.
Was it the heat, the heavy over-sized attire, hours of staying up on my feet and at times being de-hydrated that deprived me of those so-called wonderful feelings?
By the time it got to the real thing, I was just too damn tired and had to force myself to savor the moment. When the moment of ultimate glory arrived, I was not excited at all. Instead I found my eyes wandering around in search for something that would trigger those happy feelings. Then there they were... beyond the bright, flashing lights…Her teary eyes and his smiling face… filled with love. Hmmm…I said to myself… as I felt a cool breeze go through my tired body….This must be it. And that is what I will remember of that special day. The two happy faces I saw in the crowd. Yep, it sure was worth it. As I walked away from all the excitement I was back to my idiosyncratic-self.
P:S: Tip of the day…never wear the graduation cap too tight no matter how wobbly it is…you never know when you’ll have to take it off during the ceremony. Hmmm… on second thoughts... just wear it the way you want... it just might give you something to smile to yourself about every time you remember your graduation day.