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Godavari

Oh! Its a beautiful river. I still remember when we used to go to Tuni on Swarnajayanti/Rajdhani Express (don't really remember), the train used to go via Rajahmundy crossing the magnificent river. Huge river, which never ceased to awe me, and still catches my attention if someone talks about it. I remember, how my mom used to point towards the river and we used to gaze at for so long, till it used to be in our range of vision. My mom used to tell stories of her childhood, how she, along with her friends used to jump off a bridge while coming back home from school (she spent her childhood in MP) and how this particular river reminded her of her childhood days, reminded her, of that bridge. When asked if she never got injured jumping from such a huge height, she used to explain that the sand used to be very soft that it never hurt her and also, the height wasn't that great. She is always so full of beautiful stories! Sometimes I wonder, how different my mom's life had been at my age, and how different it still is. She's such a wonderful lady, so full of life, she awes me so so much (though I would never accept it in front of her, and would never even show her how much she inspires me. Its a different thing that our ideas don't match and we end up arguing most of the time). This bridge story of hers always makes me imagine her really doing that, and I guess, it's sort of funny imagining that situation, nevertheless , it really must have been a great experience for her. And oh, Godavari. Such a beautiful river.

I've never been a romantic person, but I still liked this movie: "Godavari".
Perhaps because, the river has been very beautifully captured, or maybe cuz I miss travelling in a train, or maybe cuz I liked the way the protagonists developed a liking for each other as they journeyed through the river, exploring each other's interests, getting into long talks and discovering themselves in each other's company. Or maybe because it was nothing of a "love at first sight" sort of thing. The strange thing is that, I had watched this movie about an year back, with Hemalathaa, and sadly, that time, I felt nothing. And this time, yesterday, when i watched it for hardly 45 mins, I liked it. I liked both the characters, the ferry, their contrasting nature, everything! Oh yeah, not only the central characters, everyone in the movie had an awesome role to play.

Nice movie. People into Romantic genre will like it.

How much is enough?

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Rainbow

She was wearing a black dress. I saw her from my balcony. It was raining outside... very slightly... maybe it couldn't even be called a drizzle. The sound of wind passing through the leaves, the raindrops just wetting the evening road, made the atmosphere lively...

Tak tak tak tak
...the frequency of the "taks" increased as she ran. And slowly, the sound subsided. She was far away.

Black barely visible under the cover of Rainbow... is beautiful.

The little girl in black now was nowhere in sight. My ears searched for a sound resembling a "tak", but in vain. The rain ceased. Everything was still, lifeless. Silence reined. Maybe it was the deadening silence that made me have an insane desire of having a look at that girl... the girl in black. The thought was too tempting, to break the silence, somehow. No... to the break the silence by the "taks"... only... by the black dress only...

Tak tak tak tak

She came back... running... and clutching a colorful rainbow umbrella in her hand. I was still in my balcony and made an attempt to look at her face, my eyes made rapid movements to satisfy my unfathomable desire. I wished that she would lift her head so that i can see her, the girl in black, and lift, did she. And i saw, her umbrella... almost covering the black (dress)...

Black barely visible under the cover of Rainbow... beautiful!

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Astonishing...

Yeah! it really is..

I have a very strange habit of sticking to computer excessively during the time of comprees, browsing through net, downloading music and ebooks, reading articles on people or science or cartoon strips or blogs.. wait! blogs!

Oh god! I love reading blogs.. maybe because, they tell you how actually a person is from inside. It exposes you to his/her world. The blogs which one writes, for the self, what the self feels at that point of time (or maybe at some other point of time) cant be false? Can they be? Well, i so hope the answer is NO, of course its not totally true which is a sad thing.

There are some blogs which have tons and tons of jokes and funny anecdotes/ stories.. some blogs which are like online diaries.. some studded with philosophical/analytical stuffs.. but all tell something about the person the particular blog is connected with.

Well, the thing which i noticed, is that, though different blogs seem different for each person, i can picture myself in their places. Okay, maybe our point of view may not be much in agreement, but the thing is that, they might make me wonder.. "yep, why is this also not possible?".

But now, what is even more astonishing is that..

Just read a post in a blog, which is a replica of the thoughts which i had in my mind (well, that'd be a few days back.. its there in my comp, but dint publish it, for the fear of seeming strange.. can this blog anyway get any stranger?), making me wonder, wow maybe i am not all that different.. maybe i am also like many other people in this world, who have exactly the same thinking!

Anyways, that post is still astounding me to a great great extent! So better start Qmech now.

Still astonished..

Shruti

7th dec 2006: Wrote this post then, 9 months back! Why publishing now? Ah gen, feel like. Been reading my unpublished posts on blogspot, and trying to recall why i didn't post them. But, i cant remember the reasons now! And btw, which and who's post had astonished me? I don't remember!

Shruti