Thursday, March 29, 2012

To. Do.

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I laughed out loud so many times reading this one!

If I had me some money, I would really hire two investigators and make them follow each other! What a hoot that would be. 

Have a happy weekend you guys. You know what to do. ;)

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Information is beautiful

This has to be one of the coolest websites ever! 

It has the most fascinating infographics. Check these out. 

Who would you vote for? I choose "shapeshifting lizards." I would love to see them break dance MJ style!

The Grades Of Ideas?  - Information is Beautiful
How ideas are described
How "neat" is this idea, huh?
Information is Beautiful on books everyone should read
A “consensus-cloud” of most mentioned titles from various book polls & top 100 lists.

This is my new desktop wallpaper because the next best thing to reading, is reading about reading.

The coolest visualizations are ginormous, you need to go to them; they won't come to you. 

Wanna know how big space is, but don't know where to start? You could begin here.

This is really food for thought! You'll at least never run out of options. 

This tells you in unminced words, what your fallacies in thinking are. It is a "brain-blending categorisation and visualisation of errors and manipulations of rhetoric and logical thinking." Read and be smart. And also be sure to go through this. It is genius. 

I'm all educated now. 

You better watch it, mister and mistress!

A picture is worth a thousand words

So right before I started my new job, I went and did a silly thing. I joined a weekend photography class. The class was for four hours and it was two hours away, which effectively meant that I would spend all seven days working eight hours or more. So anyways, right before the class started, I freaked out because my schedule meant that I would hardly see Thom. So guess what? I made him take the photography class with me. Ha!

So Thom loves photography as well, but I don't think that he  would have voluntarily taken a weekend class for it while he was also working. But he was an awesome sport about it and for the past three weeks, we have been trudging our weary and sorry behinds all the way across town for the most insanely awesome photography class ever. I love it and so does Thom. It may be just that he doesn't know it yet.

So our teacher is the photojournalist who shot these picture.

Near Kabul, 2003: This photograph of a girl shying away from the camera was made at a refugee camp.
Kashmir, 2005: A Kashmiri boy receives treatment after he was injured in the 2005 earthquake.  No fl ashes were allowed for photographers. Here, the shadows of a US soldier and detainee are cast on a wall after a raid. 
Kabul, 2003: Afghan war widows are seen walking in a queue to get their monthly rations. Photograph/Arko Sutta, Reuters
Kabul, 2003: Afghan war widows are seen walking in a queue to get their monthly rations. 
Mumbai, 2005: Several people, including seven children were killed in a stampede after rumours spread about a lake bursting its bank. Here, a man is seen carrying the body of his three-year-old nephew. 
Baghdad, 2003: During one of the raids conducted by the US army for suspected Saddam Hussein loyalists.
And then, there is this picture of a woman crying in agony after finding her relative’s body post the 2004 tsunami in India. He won the World Press Photo Award 2005 for this picture.

Of all his pictures, Arko is perhaps remembered most for his World Press Photo of the Year 2005 of a woman crying in agony after finding her relative’s body post the 2004 Indian tsunami. “There were clusters of people collecting at the shore waiting in anticipation to find their lost relatives. Some time later, a woman’s body was being brought to the shore, and one woman recognised her as her family member. Upon seeing her, she immediately broke down. I was there for about five minutes photographing, and kept reminding myself that I was doing my job to keep my sanity and keep me away from depression.” Five years later, Arko visited the tsunami-hit area again to find the woman in this picture. When he reached the village, he found that his picture had made the woman really popular, and everyone was able to pinpoint her location. “It was a joyous reunion—we were both excited to see each other. In fact, she had a cut-out of the image I took of hers along with my own photograph. It was a humbling experience,” he says. This image went on to become a postage stamp in Europe in 2005. Photograph/Arko Datta, Reuters

He says this of his experience: “There were clusters of people collecting at the shore waiting in anticipation to find their lost relatives. Some time later, a woman’s body was being brought to the shore, and one woman recognised her as her family member. Upon seeing her, she immediately broke down. I was there for about five minutes photographing, and kept reminding myself that I was doing my job to keep my sanity and keep me away from depression.”

But this is probably the most remembered of all his images.

This is Qutubuddin Ansari and this picture was taken during the 2002 Godhra riots that left a thousand in Gujarat, dead. The story behind this picture is fascinating and heart breaking and confounding and it can be found here and here

There are a thousand more such images of his that are iconic and gut wrenching and sordid and awe-inspiring. As you can well imagine, his classes are magical. I pretty much sit with my mouth agape the entire time, listening to his tales of adventure and might. There are so many times when I think about how fortunate I am to have had the chance to learn from this man. Mr. Arko Datta is a veritable hero.

And as for me, I am now doing things that I should have done at 12. I write little love notes to my boyfriend in the middle of the class and sigh as he tries to stifle his smiles. We help each other with homework and fight about who is better at it. {Of course, I win!} All in all, it's a pretty sweet deal for me. :)

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Have it your way

A funny way to present the history of art.

You're my baby and you're all mine

Can I tell you a secret?

Any time I feel low or like I have lost my way, I come to my blog.

And I feel happy.

It's an instant pick me up; it's my baby.

And then I go to one of your blogs and I am connected to a sort of  universal consciousness because you are just like me and you are sitting across the world and feeling the same things.

And I'm happy all over again.

I can't believe that there was a time when I didn't have a blog!



Finding your bliss

"Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love," says Rumi. 

Is it impossible to find a job that you absolutely love doing? Confucius said that if you choose a job you love, you will never have to work a day in your life. That is what I am talking about... a job that I can do with that kind of passion and that level of enthusiasm that it will be as enjoyable as reading or watching television or blogging. Is that too much to ask? 

I wrote this a while back and I never posted it because I hate cribbing on this blog, and this post was really, me venting. 

"So I've been bumming out big time about my career (rather, lack thereof), because I STILL have no freakin' clue as to what to do with my life. I don't remember a day in my conscious life when I have thought of what my calling is or what I'm meant to do. I do agree that I may have been stuck in this limbo because

1. My parents have been gracious enough to tell me that I could do whatever I wanted, unlike most other Indian parents who tell their kids what to do.
2. I will not starve even if I don't 'bring home some bacon'. (Not proud of saying this, but I'm saying it anyways.)

But I'm whimsical and I'm dreamy and I have grown up wanting to find my passion and live it, as extolled by poets and artists and chefs and engineers and actors and doctors who all "love their job." And today, at 27, I am still at the same place, which is alright I guess, except that now I have to get a dang job and I have no clue where to go for it and what to do.

And then Oprah was showing on TV and it was this show about dream jobs and all these people came on to tell everybody that they need to do what they love and find a way to make money out of it and that if you find what you love, you will not have to work for a day in your life. And Oprah did her chorus of 'Find your bliss', which usually moves me to an ocean of tears but today, all it did was make me feel like an ant. Or a mosquito. Because for the life of me, I can't figure out what it is that I would "love" to do..."

Now I have a job and it is perfectly alright, but not once in the one month that I have been doing it have I closed my eyes and taken a deep breath and felt utterly grateful that I am doing something that is absolutely phenomenal and enthralling. Maybe I have my head in the clouds but I really truly believe that life is measured by the moments that take your breath away. Mediocrity is all good, and is integral to maintain a balance between the good and the difficult, but if something is defined by the "perfectly average" and is replete of breathtaking moments, I don't know if it's worth the undertaking.

What is a calling?

It is possibly the thing that you would be happier doing than most other things.
It is possibly the thing that is easier for you to do than most other thingssomething you're a natural at.
It is possibly something that you do in your everyday life, many times over, most naturally.
It is possibly something that is absolutely obvious to others but you are blind to—ask other people what they think your calling is. 
It is most definitely something that is in alignment with your values and your orientations.

It's like finding your soul mate... once you find him/her, things start achieving a comfortable momentum and flow harmoniously with its own energy. Things flow...

Things flow. 

And I want that feeling more than anything in the world. 

Is that too much to ask?  

"Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me," says The Beatles

Sunday, March 18, 2012


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How can anyone say that there is no God? Who told the babe to start praying then? Answer me that!

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This one's for me.I don't even know what spoons and forks to eat with, much less how to set them. But this is something every girl should know. So I say, learn how to do all this and then call me for dinner. I'll bring the wine. 


Martha Stewart comes up with the most ingenious stuff. Check out these stamped book  edges. What a sweet idea. I want mine to say "She walks in beauty." 'Coz that's what I walk in.

 This is absolutely adorable. I want an ella cake too. ella the elehphant. ella the ellie?

Naomi, the girl who made this cake, is so absolutely talented! You have to check out her blog!

deconstructed strawberry smoothies 
What can this man not do? He cooks, he draws, and he blogs! Chef Daniel Brooks says that for the last two years, he has cooked a 3-course meal almost every night.Actually that sounds just like me! I am a blogger by day and a cooker of 3-course meals by night. Booya!

The greatest rejection letter of all time.

I would write a thousand times over if it meant that I would get rejected in this manner.


Friday, March 16, 2012

A many splendoured thing

“It was a dark and stormy night.”
Paul Clifford by Edgar Bulwer Lytton

"It was the best of times, it was . . ."
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

“My kingdom for a horse!”
Richard III by William Shakespeare

"Curiouser and curiouser!"
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

"All happy families are alike . . ."
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

“Now I know what a ghost is.
"The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie

". . . the clocks were striking 13."
1984 by George Orwell

"Everything I had was bourgeois as hell"
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Sallinger 

If you are anything me, you would have sighed a couple of times by now. Isn't literature awesome? It gives you everything you need. It makes you laugh and it makes you cry and it makes you sigh a thousand times over. "Curiouser and curiouser!" How did Lewis Carroll even come up with that! Books give me stars in my eyes. I can feel the stars. {Do you feel the stars in your eyes sometimes?}

"'Hope' is the thing with feathers"

Emily Dickinson

"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." 
The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

"The world breaks us all. Afterward, some are stronger at the broken places."
Farewell To Arms by  Ernest Hemingway

Have you seen Midnight in Paris? It is marvelous! Remarkable! Splendid! A many splendored thing.It's about Paris and it's about writers. And it's about writers in Paris.Midnight in Paris gave me stars in my eyes too.

"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And of course stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand." 
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

“It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.” 
Moab Is My Washpot by Stephen Fry

"If you have built castles in the air,
your work need not be lost; that is where they should be.
Now put the foundations under them."
from the "Conclusion" to Walden by Henry David Thoreau


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

A few words...

Dear Qwerty,

You are the ugliest word in the world.

Ha ha,


Dear Matt Logelin,

I think of you. A lot. I pray for you. A lot.

Blessed be,

Another Liz

Dear Dr. House,

I miss your sweet lovin'!

Has anyone ever said that to you?

Forever yours,


Dear mother,

No, I will not get a chauffeur to drive me to work. I'll have to pay him/her more than I earn!

Tired of telling that I'm not a child anymore,


Dear Traffic Light at a major junction that is stuck at red,

You gave me my first lessons on running a red light and now I am a pro. It's such a useful skill!

Eternally indebted to you,


Dear Lisbeth Salander,

We are one and the same, didn't you know?


The girl without a dragon tattoo

Dear Thommy,

United we stand, divided we stand.

Your favourite among your many wives,


Dear Desperate Housewives,

I shudder to think of a life without you.

Scared and hiding under the blanket,

A Desperate Housewife

Dear Music,

You're alright, but I like the sound of silence better.

Don't leave me though; I need ya!

Sinign' in the rain,

Eliza Doolittle

Dear Time,

Why hath thou forsaken me?

Why must thou play hard to get?

Why is it that I always have too much of thou or too little.

Missing you muchly,

The lost little girl

Dear baby brother,

When did you get so big!

Sob sob.

Your second mommy,

The big sister

Dear Paperback,

I hate Kindle too; I'm with you on this. You'll always be my first love.

Still living in Blyton's world,

Elizabeth Bennet

Dear God,

I have been good all day and I have not sinned. Now I need to get out of bed. Be good to me.



Dear earthly father,


Foo foo fee fee,

The Daughter

Dear you,

Thank you for reading this.


From the bottom of my being.

Thank you.


Dizzy Lizzie

Monday, March 5, 2012

Ebony and Ivory

5 things I like about my job

1. I have an income; it is barely an income, but it is an income nonetheless. The money is coming. It will come. 

2. I am learning; I am learning a great deal. Everyday, I learn at least 20 things that I didn't know before. This is one of the greatest blessings in life, if you ask me. I'll teach you something too. 

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You need to use the Oxford comma! Ironically, this is a necessity in American English and a recommendation in British English. No harm in using it, though!

3. I know that the skill that I am learning now will be of immeasurable use to me in whatever I do. I am learning how to write grammatically and stylistically correct English. I can't think of a more useful thing to learn at this point. 

4. I do {though only occassionally}like the fact that I dress up and go to work. Feels nice to wake up and put on some make up.

5. I fulfilled one thing on my 28 before 28 list, i.e., to meet someone who speaks perfect English. I have met a score of them. This counts!


5 things I dislike about my job

1. Not far from the madding crowd: The distance of 12 kilometres takes me approximately 2 hours to cover in the evening by public transportation, thanks to the traffic. 


2. The average age of my colleagues is 21.Or maybe 22. They don't make 22 year olds like they used to, that's for sure! And while I do concur that the best way to stay young at heart is to be with the young 'uns, the converse is also true. The best way to feel old beyond your years is to be with those who are 5 years younger!

3. I have no time for you!!!!!:( I used to live, eat, and breathe this blog. Every waking hour was consumed by thoughts of it. Now I go for days without even checking it (more like 3 days, but still... the heart wants what the heart wants!). And even sadder is the fact that I don't read any of your blogs anymore. :( I used to wonder why awesome, awesome, awesome bloggers like Megs and Sarah don't blog every other day. Now I know. Welcome me into your world!

4. I can't get a dog now! Waaah! The greatest tragedy of my life!!!

5. No more midday siestas and twilight baking sprees! No more TV in my jammies! No more sleeping in! 

Can I tell you a fantasy? I am secretly hoping that my bosses will find this blog, read some of the blasphemous things that I write about them (which I will, very, very soon), and fire me. Then I will become the underdog, and also the hero of the blog world because I stayed true to my blog, and I will become the next Erin Brokovich.Or something like that. 

Need. Sleep. Now.