Tuesday, July 22, 2003

I walk up to the edge. The cliff edge is a good kilometre high from the lush green terrain below. If I had vertigo, I wouldn't be up here. I let go of my backpack and stand at the edge, wondering- what now. The soil crumbles at my feet. Then it begins.

I lose weight, rapidly. My t-shirt and Nikes disintegrate into shreds and I don't seem to care at all. I look down at my feet and see the cliff edge break down further between my toes. Suddenly, I experience excruciating pain on my back and arms. Feathers grow instantly. My arms increase in length and I feel this sudden surge of energy in them. I lose more weight, my bones feel hollow and my chest swells. I'm a bird!


The cliff edge gives in and I drop. I approach the earth like a rock and as I get closer, I can see children playing in the fields below. I fear not the hurtle and I spread my wings out. The feathers tilt to let the air through. Then I pull my arms down and instinctively, I can control every feather, still growing. I close in my feathers and create an air pocket below. The fast approaching ground slows down as I swoop down and I am close enough to gently brush the grass with the tips of my wings. The children are appalled at the sight of me. Some find it amusing and run along as I glide along the earth. I play a game of trying to keep my shadow on them as I rise up. I turn my head up and head for the sky.


The blue sky above feels like home, where I am more comfortable. I afloat aimlessly, without having to beat my wings too hard. I glide for hours like a condor. Then, I settle down back on the cliff edge from where I stare at the ocean in the horizon. I know I can make it to the other side of this planet. I take off in full flutter...


I walk up to the edge. The cliff edge is a good kilometre high from the lush green terrain below. If I had vertigo, I wouldn't be up here. I let go of my backpack and stand at the edge, wondering- what now. The soil crumbles at my feet. Then it begins.
I lose weight, rapidly. My t-shirt and Nikes disintegrate into shreds and I don't seem to care at all. I look down at my feet and see the cliff edge break down further between my toes. Suddenly, I experience excruciating pain on my back and arms. Feathers grow instantly. My arms increase in length and I feel this sudden surge of energy in them. I lose more weight, my bones feel hollow and my chest swells. I'm a bird!

The cliff edge gives in and I drop. I approach the earth like a rock and as I get closer, I can see children playing in the fields below. I fear not the hurtle and I spread my wings out. The feathers tilt to let the air through. Then I pull my arms down and instinctively, I can control every feather, still growing. I close in my feathers and create an air pocket below. The fast approaching ground slows down as I swoop down and I am close enough to gently brush the grass with the tips of my wings. The children are appalled at the sight of me. Some find it amusing and run along as I glide along the earth. I play a game of trying to keep my shadow on them as I rise up. I turn my head up and head for the sky.

The blue sky above feels like home, where I am more comfortable. I afloat aimlessly, without having to beat my wings too hard. I glide for hours like a condor. Then, I settle down back on the cliff edge from where I stare at the ocean in the horizon. I know I can make it to the other side of this planet. I take off in full flutter...

Tuesday, July 15, 2003

Need to do cleaner digital illustrations like this... http://www.kariyal.com... better probably...
Need to do cleaner digital illustrations like this... http://www.kariyal.com... better probably...

Monday, July 07, 2003

Picked up the 800 from the showroom on Friday with Sameer. 2 weeks of waiting. The feel of owning a piece rules... absolutely... like I suddenly have wings now. I've already done 250 kilometres in 2 days, visiting friends and relatives. Fly baby fly, coz the windows are opening. Now, I need and Enfield Bullet. Then, I'll soar...

Freelance work has sprung up too from all directions, someone likes me up there. Charge 'em up babe, life starts now.

Picked up the 800 from the showroom on Friday with Sameer. 2 weeks of waiting. The feel of owning a piece rules... absolutely... like I suddenly have wings now. I've already done 250 kilometres in 2 days, visiting friends and relatives. Fly baby fly, coz the windows are opening. Now, I need and Enfield Bullet. Then, I'll soar...
Freelance work has sprung up too from all directions, someone likes me up there. Charge 'em up babe, life starts now.

Thursday, July 03, 2003

Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet Seamus Heaney praises Eminem:


http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/entertainment/6204287.htm


Is my ESP acting up??!! Not that I'm complaining... ;)


Devinder is in UK, sent from his office, a colleague is leaving for the UK, also sent from the office...

and I'm stuck here... aaargh!... ok... I'm not complaining...life can be good here too :)
Nobel Prize-winning Irish poet Seamus Heaney praises Eminem:

http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/entertainment/6204287.htm

Is my ESP acting up??!! Not that I'm complaining... ;)

Devinder is in UK, sent from his office, a colleague is leaving for the UK, also sent from the office...
and I'm stuck here... aaargh!... ok... I'm not complaining...life can be good here too :)

Wordpress it is!

I have moved to Wordpress. After much introspection and discussion on what Blogger and Wordpress are capable of, I figured a one-stop shop...