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Thursday, August 26, 2010

4.05 A.M. When perseverance pays off.

Today I blog while tired but incredibly proud.
Today I beam from ear to ear, for I'm the proudest little sister on this planet.
Today .. I share the story of My Brother.

As a kid he always.. ALWAYS had huge dreams about being an engineer.
As a school child .. He studied hard and got good grades.
As a college student .. He worked and supported the family when things got tough WHILE studying and managing to still maintain his honors standing.
As a University Graduate .. He found out who his true friends were, who was truly there for him, and who was in need of him.
My brother has endured some pretty nasty stuff .. stuff that .. i rather not mention and maybe just maybe if you ask me I may tell you.
But next week, on monday at 4 pm .. my brother comes home after 4 years, an engineer .. An International Drilling Fluids Specialist.

My brother.. My older brother <3










apart from that i'm really really tired right now .. so maybe just maybe this post isn't as well written as my other posts.

been on my feet all day slogging as my cousins place for her wedding.

Proper updates soon!

Goodnight Dear Reader.

Monday, August 23, 2010

4.04 A.M. Artistic Suicide

There comes a time in every artists life when they'll have to make sacrifices,
when they'll have to meet and deal with rather indecisive clients,
when they'll basically have to alter their entire idea to suit the liking of the client.

I expected to meet said people someday in my life.
But little did I know that I'd meet them so soon in my journey as an artist.
Nor in my wildest dreams did I imagine that said annoying clients would be members of my extended family.

Let me explain a short back story just so you get a clearer picture:












A couple of weeks ago I get a call from my cousin asking if I could help with some deco aspects of her wedding.

Obviously I obliged.. what kind of cousin would I be if I said No!??

She explained she'd like me to do a Kolam (it's an Indian thing where we use flowers or colored rice to draw out intricate designs at the entrance of the venue at any auspicious functions).

I thought, Fair enough! that's pretty easy .. why not?

Then a week later I get another call from my cousin, asking if I would mind helping her with her reception deco and drawing out another Kolam at the Ballroom Foyer.

Again I obliged, why not? It's not that hard!








but that was all before today!

This morning I was jolted awake by a call from my cousin (no it wasn't super early or anything I just have horrible sem break sleeping habits)asking if I mind being picked up in the next 15 minutes to be taken to the ballroom to finalize some deco things.



Lil did I know .. she'd bring her mom and her 3 aunts along.


and lets just say that these 4 sisters are amazingly close .. but when it comes to making decisions, there's pretty much ZERO co-operation between the 4.


so the discussion began..


and my head started throbbing..


and I zoned out..


and zoned back in..

and the arguments were still being thrown around..







It probably the longest 2 hours of my life!


and then they came to the Kolam.. I was supposed to measure the size of the Kolam.


another 45 minutes worth of arguments unfolded in front of me.

My word! I felt like my head was SERIOUSLY buzzing!

FINALLY took the measurements after another cousin of mine stepped in and said "do what you think is right. we trust you!."


the argument stopped at that point. HOWEVER! the suggestions didn't.



each one of them with their different ideas, all thrown out for me to catch in a net. and I swear at that point my "idea-catching-net" had a hole in it. So everything they said literally slipped away unnoticed.


But measurements were taken.. and Diagrams were made..







and now on Saturday, 28th August 2010, between 12pm - 5pm (just before the reception) I will be committing what I'd like to call .. AN ARTISTIC SUICIDE! .. because I have agreed to draw out a full colored 9 x 10 FT Kolam in the Foyer of The Dorsett Regency.


Goodbye world, I may not come back sane.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

4.03 A.M. The Worlds Band.

A kid at the pawn shop just bought his first drum machine,
From the slums, but them buttons will take him to another kingdom,
A woman humming in a kitchen in brazil,
While 50 tenants listen by sticking there heads outside the window sill,
This shit is real,
Hear the sounds across the land,
No name brands,
Woman and man jam on pots and pans,
A musician with lost dreams,
Sitting on concrete,
Playing his heart out on missing guitar strings,
Street performers for a quarter put on the show of there life,
An emcee gets put on the spot rocks it and tears up the mic,
The human instrument,
Reaching continents in long distances,
No need for sophisticated systems for us to listen in,
Countries at war, expressing hate through there aggression.
While two musicians on each side are having a jam session,
Whether both em know it or not, they are collaborating.
You never know which way your music is navigating,
Across the seas I hear piano keys playin,
Translating languages through the rhythms in beats banging,
A universal exchange, of personal pains and joys,
It started with a verse, each person just came and joined in,
Some are complete strangers, some only teenagers,
All of us creators, we are the dream makers,
Internationally transmitting through bandwidth,
Passing this bands passion so the masses can jam with us,
All are invited to play, none are required to pay,
Let the virus spread, inspire heads,
Just listen and breathe to it,
I hope that you feel movement,
Different souls around globe, connected through sound making,
They set the foundation now we take it to groundbreaking.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

4.02 A.M. Chronicles of Liquid Eyeliners.

Never attempt to put eyeliner on in a car.
You may think your doing great! You've got one eye done perfectly and you've waited a couple of minutes extra to make sure it's dry and you get started on eye no.2.
But BAM!....












The person driving the car slams the breaks unexpectedly, your eyeliner wand jabs into your cornea, all you can see for the next 5 minutes are red stars and tears start to flow uncontrollably.
You instinctively rub your eye with the back part of your hand.
Your eyeliner smudges all over the side of your face.
Your eye looks puffy and red,
and your every hope of trying to look pretty in an emergent situation fails... Epicly
because now not only do you look like a blow fish.. but your attempt to reapply eyeliner only results in more tears from your poor eye.



so yes dear reader .. don't apply eyeliner in the car.

Friday, August 20, 2010

4.01 A.M.

Once again, I have set off on a journey of late night blogging. Once again, I find myself opening a new web log just cause I realized how lame my previous blog URL's were. How unnecessarily dark they were. Am I a dark person? (Oh shut up i'm not talking about my skin color you racist hoodlum! BUT FOR THE RECORD, I believe I'm considered fairly .... fair .. by Indian standards.) I realize I'm attracted to dark things. For instance, The skull phone I saw in S&J that I really wish someone would buy me for my birthday, Metal Music, might I add I'm out of my death metal phase ..

Dear Members of Ten Masked Men,
I have come to realize that your unnecessary usage of grunts and sad excuses for words just do not classify as MUSIC. And that rendition of Cry Me A River of yours?? was downright scary. Please don't quit your day jobs.. wait if your day job IS music .. then ... I'm sorry but your future is in the back of my dog's kennel.

Sincerely,
Your-ex-fan-who-was-once-deranged-enough-to-listen-to-your-music.

but in all honesty tho, i only ever really listened for the guitar and drum solo's. However, I've moved down to less ... threatening genre's of rock. Gore attracts me too! Quite honestly I enjoy a good dose of blood spill and gut explosion in games,cartoons and/or movies. Oh and if you've ever read my previous blogs dear reader, and if you have ever read my poetry, You'd see what I mean about being dark, I think I've only ever written 3 "not-dark" poem's.. EVER. and i'm a sucker for underground symbolism. oh yeah you know what I mean. (for the record ... I love GOD)

see writing like this lets me express myself without being judged. Well wipe that smirk off your face I know you've probably judged me 6 times if not more from the beginning of this post till now. My point is, you'll have to wait till the end of each post to decide what your conclusion is about me, and more often than not you'll probably come back, read a new post, and then the conclusion you drew that previous time... changes .. or get's altered slightly.

What exactly is the point of this post? I don't know..
What exactly am I doing blogging at 4 am (well 5 now) ? I don't know!!










Am I planning to sleep? I don't............................















Actually yes, Good Night Morning Dear Reader.