King Kong

All this while I was complaining about King Kong, and its lousy editing and lousy plot and storyline, and its lack of real themes, and how it turned out to be a major disappointment.

Then I talked to Olives. And she said something that made me wonder why i hadn't thought about it from that perspective. This is exactly what AEP has given me- an appreciation for the process, rather than the result. And a new found respect for the thought from which the process and the product were born.

Because that thought is worth more than anything, and once you sit down at that angle and look at things, no matter how ugly the product might be- there's a beauty that can be found in the virtue of that thought, which makes up for everything else.

Thank you Olives. :)

Goodbye 2005.

This year has been the best year I have had in a long time.

Quantitatively, I have made more new friends this year than I have in any other year, and kept these friendships. I have patched up many relationships that i've always wanted to, and some which i didn't want to but am glad i did anyway. Even my GPA has seen improvement, and i only added that because i couldn't think of any other quantitative information to add in.

But what are numbers but a cheap man made substitute when there is nothing else to testify with?

And I have things far more important than numbers, that made this year mean so much to me. I have enriched myself in ways I never asked for, and never even expected. So many opportunities have come my way, and I've finally had the courage to grab them and ride along. This year alone, I have improved as a person, both individually and in relation to others, more than my whole secondary school life put together. And if thats a sweeping statement, wait till you hear the next line. I know that next year is going to be even better.

Because by the end of this year, the most important lesson I learnt is that there is nothing more powerful than what is inside of me. I've cut myself repeatedly in the same area with a blunt knife, and bled far too much for me not to realise this. I've been excessively stupid this year, even for me. But as Mariah Carey as this may sound, I don't regret it, because I understand why I had to go through all that. And I forgive myself for it.

And once you reach that thought, things get a lot more bearable. I've gritted my teeth through everything I thought was not bearable. I never broke, not once.

This year I realised how bright the stars really are, and that they don't just shine for me.
I've felt small beside the ocean.
I've cried tears in the rain.
I've held someone's hand and felt energy surge through the little drops of sweat that bound us together.
I've felt the physical aspect of the ties of history.
I've said I love someone and meant it so much that the words didn't make sense anymore.
I've gotten carried away by desire.
I have cried because of things my tongue said and my mind didn't mean.
I have danced.
I have sung a song to someone and meant it.
I have kept a secret.
I have felt the sun's rays on my body, and tasted the salt of my skin afterwards.
I have shouted at someone out of love.
I have broken borders.
I have leapt into fields even though they are clearly not greener than my own.
I have kissed a child.
I have sung a song to the sea.
I have wished upon a shooting star.

I have hopes, wishes, and expectations for 2006. But only the things within my circle of control. I want to tick things off my list. But if all else fails, I want to live the next year with as much intensity as I have lived my last. And still, with no regrets.

Cheers, and a very happy new year to everyone!

Whoever thought that spiderman could be gay?

I am back from MalaysiaTrulyAsia.

The highlights of the trip being:

1. Seeing a baby and a waiter at delifrance who looked exactly like dish-dish. Scary, once the thrill of it wears out.
2. Winning at scrabble (woohoo!)
3. Peeling skin off my nose, which i've never gotten to do before.


And I saw a real life komodo dragon! not in an enclosure!
Hah! I'm cooler than you!





In case you haven't already figured it out, I'm very excited to be back home.

Earlier this week, I was sure that apocalypse was fast reaching us. My 10 year old cousin beat the entire family in our routine daily game of scrabble. Even my father. I was certain that Kalki was fast galloping towards my house, with a glint in his eyes.


However, as i sit here watching her struggle with 1 infantry in each of her 4 countries on the map, while me and my brother plan out Operation-Wipe-Maya-Off-The-Map with great intricacy and planning, it gives me great satisfaction. To know that if nothing else, I am capable of beating a ten year old girl at Risk. Even though we have given her allowances, and 10 free infantry to keep anywhere she wants on the map. With free advicce, to boot.

So I am a bullier of ten year olds. Deal with it. My ego is too big to allow me to lose to a ten year old in a game that involves as much strategy as Risk.

Now that I am more satisifed and pleased with my performance, I can leave for Malaysia a happy 16 year old. That was just a cheap way to link this entry to my next point, which is that I'm leaving for Malaysia tomorrow, and will be back on the 29th.

Cheers, and Merry Christmas to all.

-Sneha

On another

Call me Saccharide Sneha, but this is obligatory. This song has taught me so much, and coupled with a really good experience, words like these go miles. It just holds magic for me now.


I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking
Loving might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance

Strange and Beautiful- Aqualung

Thank you Shrew for this song.

A lot of it is what i've always wanted to say, but never gathered the guts to put it in my own words.You see, when you put something in your own words, you have to take ownership for it. And thats a responsibility i'm not ready for yet.


Strange and Beautiful- Aqualung

I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart,
I'll see.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me.

Yeah...
Yeah...

Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes,
And I know, that waiting is all you can do,
Sometimes...

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep,
I'll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me.

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep 'cos I'll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me, yeah...


***

On a different note, one of my new year resolutions is to start listening to a wider range of singers and bands. I don't mean I'm going to start liking the genres that I've never liked before, but just start listening to more quality music. Any suggestions?

Because I hang on to your words with the last strains of my energy.
Lately, I've come close to falling off the cliff

You don't thrill me to poetry anymore.
Now you just thrill me to tears.

The world is a funny place.
By funny, i mean hahahabom funny.

There are too many comedians out there for the world's own good. Call me a stifled goose with a racoon stuffed up my ass, but people should learn to be serious when the time calls for it. You laugh. I hear you. I will have you know, that I am well on the road to situational awareness, and hopefully in the process, self actualisation. Or maybe thats an end goal.

What I mean to say is, the sound of laughter drowns out all else, and sometimes there are things other than laughter that are worth listening to.

Having said that, I must admit that there are some very good comedians out there who do come up with good stuff that makes me laugh, when the time is right. Like the people who voted Sam a woman pirate ("Don't ye be wolf whistling for I am a woman pirate, and I'll be making mincemeat out of ye!"), and the people who come up with funny things like this.

On the other hand, it doesn't make me laugh when people laugh at my hair, my nose, my sketches, or my shoes. That is humour not appreciated.

Just so you know the difference.

Yesterday Jared showed me some pictures he took of the railway children in Kolkota.

Anything that I say in attempts to describe my thoughts towards this issue is not going to be new. Its not going to be something you have not already heard. I thought about this, and it bothered me even more- the fact that the "more fortunate" children have heard this so many times over its like a mantra to them us. About how there are children our age in another part of the world that barely have food to eat, or don't have the chance to go to school, or work as bonded labourers to pay off their parents' debts. Then these children look in the papers, and see pictures of starving african children, who have protruding bones and eyes brimming with sadness.

They see these pictures too often.

And this results in development pornography. People keep seeing these pictures. Over and over and over, and it creates an image of these sad race of dark skinned-people waiting silently for help from the rich whites of the world. And you know whats the worst part? It works.

Billions of dollars come pouring in, through aid agencies and NGOs throughout the world. This is what happened in the Ethiopian famine in 1984. The problem lies in the fact that aid is not sustainable- the more money comes in, the more people rely on it. Not to say the people who rely on this aid are at fault. Its not them who take the pictures of themselves and build an image of Africa as a broken continent. The whole entire continent has been reduced to a place with no hope, if not for aid. This image is not the root of the problem, but it is close to it.

I read an article with this line that struck me-

"Oxfam’s Davis said pictures from Africa were often selected using totally different standards to those that would normally apply elsewhere.

For example, he said, picture editors would usually think at least three times before publishing photographs of naked children, unless they were African famine victims.

“But naked famine’s okay, it seems,” Davis said."

And as i read all this, i realised that this is not even a branch of the main problem of poverty that plagues so many people in the world today. Development Pornography is just one cause of this. There are so many, that result in poverty. The web is so complex and so complicated. Anything is, when the human heart and mind are involved. In issues like this, it is very difficult to isolate the the reason and the rational side, from all the emotion that sometimes chokes and blinds us. What holds our reins? Our emotion, or our logic? How do we decide? Is it a balance, then? Where is the line drawn? Its more complicated than I could ever imagine.

But when Jared showed me those pictures- it looked very simple to me. The fact that he went all the way to Kolkota, to take pictures of these children showed me that the world isn't as ugly as I make it out to be sometimes. Because somewhere, in some corner, you find people who are genuine enough to want to make a difference. The fact that these boys were smiling in these pictures, and that there are organisations that are making an effort to make this smile real, and not just for the pictures that were taken, calms me a little. Because atleast there are people who have their hearts in the right place. And, as stupid as it may sound, that's the absolute essential fundamental thing you need to go anywhere.

Nobody uses the word sad anymore these days.

There's lonely, upset, and there's depressed.
But none of those really fit.

When the air is sort of still, and the stars seem brighter than usual, and there's a sort of heavy feeling in your heart- its not quite lonely or upsetting or even depressing. Its sad.

For Your Daily Dosage of Tambram Humour

" Ambi Mama is leading Brahmin relative" - Survey


A survey has revealed that ‘Ambi Mama' is the leading relative among Tamil Brahmin families worldwide, with six in ten families having one of their own (a 60% repsesentation. Apparently, Ambi Mama held off stiff competition from Mani Mama (with 55% representation) and Baby Chitti (39%) for a well-deserved win.

“It's a great day for all Ambi Mamas. All the years of hard work – drinking coffee, criticizing the Indian team selection and complaining about blood-pressure – have finally paid off. Yay!”, said Ambi Mama, a spokesman for the Ambi Mamas Association of Dear Old Rascals (AMBASSADOR), a division of the Hardcore Brahmin Organisation (HBO). [Editor's note – The previous sentence has been roundly condemned by the Society for Prevention of Abbreviations that are Needless, Dumb and Execrable (SPANDEX)]

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Some of the stalwarts of the Ambi Mama team pose for a photographer, after blading him with outdated advice on the best cameras, film, and lighting.

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Mani Mamas all over the world watched in anguish as the final results were announced, plunging them into gloom. “It's no fun being a Mani Mama anymore”, said Mani Mama. “ Maybe if I change my name to ‘Ramesh Anna', I will have a brighter future”, he pondered pointlessly.
The survey also said that a respectable number of families (or a number of respectable families, as the case may be), have a Vaidhi Thatha, Bangalore Anna, and at least one random guy named ‘Chandroo' who is at all functions, but no-one can really place (and may not be related at all).

Predictably, bringing up the rear were non-entities like Driscoll Periappa, Jessica Alba Anni and Darth Vader Mama, which had zero representation. “Brahmins are way too conservative, dude!”, complained Cleveland Shankar, one of the more modern Iyer boys (or boyz, if you prefer. We offer multiple-choice reading. You're welcome.). “When are they going to drop old duds like Venkatakrishnan, Suresh and Balaji, and start using hipper names like Jason, Beyonce and The Human Torch?”, he asked, to wide applause from a group of people watching cricket on a nearby television.
Not all are happy with progress, however. “These youngsters are ruining everything by naming their children Archish, Dhruv and Plaha.”, thundered Badri Athimber. “ Can you imagine how it will sound? Dhruv Mama, Anamika Athai, Archish Chittappa – Ugh! Phooey! That is so not cool!!”, he growled, using expressions of disgust picked up from his states-based co-brother.

When asked for their response, several Brahmins living in Adyar merely arched their eyebrows, pursed their lips, and continued waiting for the December music season.

Source: http://www.bosey.co.in/2005/05/ambi-mama-is-leading-brahmin-relative.html

Movie reviews

Since its the holidays now, and i haven't got much else to do, i have been renting a lot of movies to watch.

One Hour Photo

Macabre at its best. Or should i say, worst.
You know what i mean.

It started off with just the concept being scary. But since the concept is the basis for the rest of the movie, the darkness kind of permeates into every single detail- to such an extent that you even find the happiest moments of the movie sad and depressing. After seeing things from the side of film production, you tend to look out for these elements while watching the movie more than you did before- things like the lighting, the sound, the music quality. For me, these are the things that really affect your experience as a movie-watcher. The plot and concept are undeniably the primary elements for a film. But without the technical aspects, the film is just a story that has been visualised.

These technical aspects were perfected in One Hour Photo. I don't want to go into detail here because i think it would be bloody boring.

So here's more on the concept. It works brilliantly for the movie- and its absolutely realistic. It could happen anywhere. Once that thought hits you, it gets doubly frightening. "An employee of a one-hour photo lab becomes obsessed with a young suburban family." is as much as i can give away. So there's Sy the photo guy who was played by Robin Williams. I can imagine no other actor who would have done the role better than Robin Williams. He became Sy, and he was able to portray all the nuances that exist in a character like Sy- with so much ease. Not to say that Sy is an easy kind of guy to understand when you watch the movie, or that the movie is even easy to watch. Its not. Its dark, chilling, and portrays human relationships and the mind at its scariest. Sy puts you in a dilemma, really. And that is the EXACT thing that makes this movie so brilliant.

The plot wasn't rich or extravagant. It wasn't like Good Will Hunting, with multiple characters contributing to a complicated plot, high emotional quota, or big dialogue that moves you. This movie was pretty simple- a simple plot, with simple lines. Its only the nature of Sy's character that makes it so hard to watch. Its what you don't see, don't hear, and don't know, that makes it a good film.

I don't want to delve into details about Sy's character, or about the ending. You should watch the movie yourselves. It has some profanities, some sexual content, and partial nudity. So be warned. Still, its a very very well taken and well written film, and is definitely worth watching.

***

I also watched Ghajini yesterday. Since everyone's already seen it, i don't feel like reviewing it. I enjoyed watching the earlier parts of the film, until the climax. After that i felt that things just got long and boring and draggy. Nainthara is a really bad actress, and her role was too stereotypical, and too loud and noisy for my liking. The movie had too much masala in it- which is predictable, since it is a mainstream commercial film. Surya, although he was able to do all these fancy head movements and eye movements, and mastered the walk, was quite predictable. Partially because his character was such. Still, i thought he could have done better.

Having said that, he was sizzling and i loved him during all the dance numbers. And he is the unparalleled casanova of tamil cinema. He is good with lovin' the ladies, babeh. And if i continue any further with this much estrogen in my bloodstream, i will say some things that i will most definitely regret. So, at this point, i will stop and go have a shower.

An excerpt from The Prophet.

***

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."

Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.


***

This book gives me strength.

5 weird facts.

van tagged me.
so here i go:

5 weird facts about me:

1. when i was a kid, i used to think that anna nagar was named after my brother.

2. in primary 1, 2 and 3, i was made the monitress in january. but every year, without fail, i was impeached after 2 weeks because i was too bossy.

3. i own 2 hamsters and am mortally afraid of both of them. they're downright vicious, and bite like monsters.

4. i really want an oriental whip snake.

5. ive been faithfully keeping a diary since i was 9.

i have to tag 5 people to do this.
but i don't want to be a pain.
and i know vodka will do this anyway.

cheers.

for wynne

Wynne, on what would happen if the mosquit-croc cross breeded with something that is purple and has wings (you know.):


they can fly as high as an aeroplane! so if they cross breed with elephants theoretically aeroplanes would be obsolete by natural selection. it's an elepaddycrocquito!


haha wynne, you crack me up. absolutley completely.
and thanks man. for everything. :)) (with 2 brackets, just for you.)

-sneha

p.s: remember: if it loves you, it will come back.

why, hello!

There were some concepts that i found very difficult to grasp as a child.

For example, that the sun is a star.
The sun is yellow, the stars are white. The sun is huge, and the stars are so tiny. How can the sun be a star, I never quite understood.

That man is an animal.
I just didn't get it. It wasn't a matter of my refusing to accept that i had inferior intellectual capabilities- I was quite resigned to that by the time. I just couldn't get how man (who is, well, human) could be an animal.

That man evolved from apes.
wha..? how? I didn't even understand this enough to ask questions. But since everyone said it was right, i just accepted it and moved on.

Today, i realise how little i question the things around me. because i am so used to not understanding things, but knowing that they are (somehow) the way they are, that i just accept them. and that's that. In cochin, gayle kept asking questions that i didn't know the answers to, and it really bothered me that i could take so many things for granted. like- how does hair grow? Yesterday, my dad and i were talking about fluid dynamics, and he told me how there are some things about fluid dynamics that nobody can figure, despite knowing so much about water and its properties.


It irks me that we know so little about the world we live in. and yet we have this conception that we own the world. there are so many things about this world that i don't understand, and possibly never will, no matter how hard i try.

One night in Cochin, just as i was going to bed (it was already some 15 minutes past lights out and everyone except the mentors were asleep), Debbie came into the outhouse and demanded that i come out and see something. I was a little peeved, because I was sleepy and it was late, and Debbie had this annoying grin on her face. But i went out anyway. She took me to the middle of the courtyard, and told me to look up.

When i looked up, i saw the stars like i have never seen them before. They looked like they were right above our house, and were there just for us. They seemed so close that If i just jumped up a little, i could grab them. But when i thought about what they really were- great masses of burning fire millions of light years away- i was awestruck.

Because, what are we, in comparison to these great big stars? Just tiny human beings, is what! We think we've got so much power, and so much intelligence, but if these balls of fire decided to come crashing down on us right now, we'd never be able to do anything. In the bigger scheme of things, my life its whole entire bubble seemed so small. I hold so little clout in this universe, and i could never change the way the world works.

So what was i doing? Spending 200 smackers, going to another country, trying to make the world a better place? Who the bloody hell did i think i was? Some sort of higher human being, compared to others? Did I think I was better? Who was i to say what better was? I felt like a small, arrogant, pompous fool that night, under those stars. Those very stars taught me humility, a lesson my parents have been trying to teach me for 16 years.

And while staring at that sky, I saw my first shooting star. I made a wish upon that star, and went back to bed, feeling, for the first time- small but happy.

Beersheba

Because i really can't bring myself to blog these days, you'll have to content yourselves with a random thought that i had while rolling around in bed last night trying to fall asleep:


If i were Israeli, and i started a pub, i would call it Beersheba.
For the record, Israeli beer does exist.


Ha!

p.s: Marvin Spectrum is the funnest thing since sliced bread!

survey

because i love doing these.

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1. Time of starting This?
1458

2. Were you named after anyone?
no. not after a person. although, for some bizarre reason, people seem to think im named after indira gandhi. though no part of my name coincides with hers.

3. Do you wish on stars?
all the time. i saw my first shooting star a week ago. and wished upon it.

4. When did you last cry?
i last teared sometime last week. i dont remember when i last cried. i think, during FAM.

5. What is your favourite meat?
chicken, baby. ha!

6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?
none of them embarrass me. why would i be embarrassed?

7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?
yes i would. most definitely. after thinking and rethinking many times over.

8. Are you a daredevil?
i try to be.

9. How do you release anger?
i write a poem, or more recently- vent to jay before going to bed.

10.Where is your second home?
where the heart tries to be but doesnt really fit in.

11. Do you trust others easily?
more or less, yes.

12. What was your favourite toy as a child?
a pink mouse called yeli raghavan.

13. What class in school do you think is totally useless?
totally and completely useless? probably chemistry. but thats just for me.

14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
i dont even know if i do. if i do, its not very consciously.

15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?
nevarr!

16. What do you look for in a guy/girl?
a mind that works and a heart that beats.

17. Would you bungee jump?
i just might. :)

18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
nope i dont.

19. What's your favourite ice cream flavour?
vanilla. no frills.

20. what is your favourite colour?
red. pure crimson.

21. What is your least favourite thing?
rats.

23. What do you miss most right now?
knowing that wynne and jay might pop out of any corner and lie down on my lap, causing an avalanche of mattresses.

24. What are you listening to right now?
cast no shadow- oasis.

25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
i hate this question.

26. What is the weather like right now?
bright, sunny, blue skies.

27. Last person you talked to on the phone?
luvy.

28. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
the things they say.

29. Do you like the person who sent you this?
i hardly know her. i dont think ive ever spoken to her.

30. How are you today?
worse than yesterday. better than tomorrow.

31. Favourite drink?
water.

32. Favourite alcoholic drink?
i have never had a drop of alcohol all my life, other than the over-fermented ginger ale i made. and i didn't particularly like that.

33. Natural hair colour?
black

34. Eye colour?
brown.

35. Wear contacts?
no.

36. Siblings?
1 brother.

37. Favourite month?
june, and december.

38. Favourite food?
indian. all the way, paapaa!

39. Last movie you watched?
hp and the goblet of fire.

40. Favourite day of the year?
i dont know.

41. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?
no.

42. Scary movies or happy endings?
scary movies. hands down.

43. Summer or winter?
summer, i think. i don't like being frozen to the bones.

44. Hugs or kisses?
neither, preferably. i'm not big on intimacy.
says the girl who used to think that hugging was a normal form of greeting.

45. Do you want your friends to write back?
no, not particularly.

46. Who is most likely to respond?
?

47. Who is least likely to respond?
?

48. What book/magazine are you reading?
The Elephant Vanishes- Haruki Murakami.
(very strange that i should find this immediately after coming back from cochin, after seeing tons of jadugar anand posters- "Close your eyes, the elephant disappears!"

49. What's on your mouse pad?
i dont have a mouse pad.

50. What did you watch on TV last night?
america's sweethearts.

51 Favourite Smell?
the smell of rain.

52. do you regret ever breaking up with someone?
no.

53. Time of finishing?
1515

***

Long ago, when I came till your knee
You'd lift me in your arms,
and in your embrace, and my innocence,
I thought nothing would change.

I could believe that nothing has.

Aside from the fact that you don't exist as a human being anymore.
And that i am beginning to forget what your touch felt like in our embrace.
I only seem to remember what it felt like as it was ending, when you held me in pain.

But I know i would be lying to myself.
You know things have changed, when all you can remember is the pain. Especially when its not your own.

Its times like these where I want to relive all emotion, just so that i cut myself deep enough to remember not to forget.

Back!

This post serves no purpose, other than to announce that i am back in Singapore.

I don't feel like doing anything else.

I cannot wait to be back in school tomorrow, so i can, once again meet Diabolic Deborah, Gigantic Jay, Fragrant Gayle, Cynthia-of-the-Murals, Tranquilizer-Bops, and Amanda-the-violinist. And, of course, as DD aptly put it, the Man in Red.

I had a long, sleepy, disgusting flight, and didn't even watch the best parts of Sky High- or any of the other shows they played on the cool little television screens.

The trip itself was so much. I don't want to blog about it. I just want to spend the rest of the day sinking into the fact that so much has gone by without me even stopping to breathe.

Challenge yourself, I was told. I will. I really, really will.

Coming soon:
A better, more comprehensive post about Cochin'05, complete with pictures, quotes, and other such tools to claim any readership that I may have lost.

-Sneha