Afghan Church, Colaba.
Haji Ali.Saturday, January 20, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Creation --->Maintenance --->Destruction
I was just thinking as to how fragile life is… everything is so delicate and we seldom do realise this. Be it love, relationships, friends, life, a thought or a strand of hair, it all is fragile...
Lately, I have started to believe in the Universal Law three things. I lived in denial when my father explained the law to me and I said that some things are forever. But it’s not so. Everything ends and yes, not always on a good note! So the Law that I’m talking about is that of:
Dams do overflow
And you do break mentally
After the volcano
Peaceful sobs persist
The satisfaction of letting go…
…letting go triumphs!
Life is perfect.
And you do break mentally
After the volcano
Peaceful sobs persist
The satisfaction of letting go…
…letting go triumphs!
Life is perfect.
Lately, I have started to believe in the Universal Law three things. I lived in denial when my father explained the law to me and I said that some things are forever. But it’s not so. Everything ends and yes, not always on a good note! So the Law that I’m talking about is that of:
Creation -- Maintenance -- Destruction
The Trimūrti (English: ‘three forms’; Sanskrit: त्रिमूर्तिः trimūrti), Tri Murati or Trimurati, is a concept in Hinduism "in which the cosmic functions of creation, maintenance, and destruction are personified by the forms of Brahma the creator, Vishnu the maintainer or preserver and Shiva the destroyer or transformer." These three gods have been called "the Hindu triad" or the "Great Trinity", often addressed as "Brahma-Vishnu-Maheshwara." (Wikipedia)
Sunday, January 07, 2007
The good ol' times...
I had been tagged by Sunrise a.k.a. O Anonymous Reader on my eight Happy and Sad Childhood Memories. So here I go albeit behind schedule. I am not tagging anyone, but whoever would like to take up this tag is welcome to do so!
The good ol’ times…
1. I loved being mischievous. I remember the time when I used to go to school in the winters, wearing a red button shirt sweater and red woolen pants over my uniform (I don’t quite remember the uniform color, though I loved my red sweater pair). I used to wreak havoc sitting on the inside of the desk and bench adjacent to the wall, three tiny children, anything but crammed on the bench. In the free periods, the teacher kept working on her register and minding the children from time to time, looking up from the big green book and asking us to keep our heads down. I would get my crayons and pencils out and boldly stand up on the desk, looking down on the curious heads timidly looking up at me, wanting to know what my antics were. So I would let the world know that I was there, sitting next to the wall, by making my own immature painting or mural or just a signature or full name with class and roll number under a nursery rhyme. And then, the teacher would have a hard time minding our lot because some other classmate would follow my example, making his own creation on the school wall.
2. I used to have many friends in the little building where I lived. A girl in particular, by the name of Deepa, elder to me, used to take care of me in a way that even sisters did not care for each other. She would call me to play, assure my mother that she would be responsible of my safety, so on and so forth… I just have a vague remembrance of the girl now; our friendship just faded away after my family shifted to a new place. Even Deepa’s brother, who disliked my presence for god knows what reason couldn’t break our companionship while I lived there. I think she was the first friend I made.
3. I loved birthdays-mine as well as other peoples’. I would do anything to get a piece of cake. It didn’t matter whether the person was my friend or not, but I would definitely ask him/her to invite me to his birthday party as soon as I came to know that there’s a birthday in the building! :P
4. I loved sleeping and lazing around. I had this favourite bed sheet that I used to snuggle into at any time of the day. A bottle of milk would be there at the side most of the times… My mom still says I sleep like a Kumbhakaran…I was quite sad the day I realised my bed sheet was missing. It was torn and mom had to give it away… :(
5. I remember a Quincy Miss in school…after my Kindergarten ended. She was the most beautiful teacher I had ever seen. I do not remember what subject she taught us, but she had a kind face, with blue eyes, fair skin, and a somewhat gaunt cheek with high cheekbones. I always tried to vie for her attention. She was with my class for a short time, but I can still see her face clearly. In those days, I had heard in stories that Cleopatra was very beautiful. For me, her face was Cleopatra’s face.
6. I loved my Barbie dolls. I had many dolls. All gifted by someone. I had a blonde Barbie once. With boy cut hair. Maybe the style of Marilyn Monroe… I can’t remember vividly. I loved the time I spent with my dolls. Once the Blondie’s yellow shoes got lost and I was quite sure that I had kept them in a jute bag hanging at the door. I couldn’t find them and gave up the quest only when I was thoroughly tired. I do not know if this qualifies for a happy memory, but the loss of the doll’s shoes is still etched on my minds notebook.
7. A. I did not particularly like going to doctors. But I remember tagging along with my dad when he was ill and the doc would give me some yummy tablet (that resembled Hajmola, but tasted sweet) to keep in my mouth. I used to eagerly wait, looking expectantly at the bottle of the candy and looking equally expectantly back at the doc as if saying, “See, what a nice little girl I am! Won’t you give me those candies now?” Once I was so was hungry for my candies that while dad and doc were talking, I promptly went and opened the bottle, popping one in my mouth and keeping a few in my hand to eat on the way back home, with greed occupying my mind.
B. Mom once took me to her friend’s house. Her friend had two teenage daughters, around 18 or so… I decided to explore the house on my own after sitting quietly for sometime being a quiet child. I went to the inner bedroom and by the study lamp found some soft, squishy, imported chocolate that was, as I later found out a gift to them by someone. Without a second thought, I unwrapped them and in went the three candies, one by one. Later while I was savouring the third candy, in come the sisters and announce to their mom that I ate the goodies. I wasn’t rebuked or anything, though mom tried to explain to me to ask before I touch anything! Had fun, man!
8. I love drawing, painting, singing & music and used to be quite uninhibited and self-expressed in my childhood. (But studies were a dampener). I used to thoroughly enjoy those occasions, when I would spring up from the sofa and sing along with the singer as my favourite songs used to come on television. I used to try to copy their dance steps. My Music Sir, Mr. Salvador, placed me in almost all school singing functions and I was his favourite. I loved reading Champak and Tinkle and I still remember the day when mom brought champak for me from the station stall. I still remember the very first story I read. Thanks to my mom, I am a voracious reader now…that also explains my thick glasses!
My favourite yellow chair.
This too was given away like my bed sheet! :(
How I sometimes long for those days to come, when the pressures of having responsibilities seems too much. I used to yearn to grow up quickly and now that I am grown-up, I have rare pangs of becoming small again! Life’s strange and funny!
My moral science book used to say:
Thank you, people for bearing this long post (for those who have read it till here :P). I don’t know what got into my fingers as I sat typing this post. Sunrise will be happy to read this lengthy post! Sad memories to come in a later post…
So long!
The good ol’ times…
1. I loved being mischievous. I remember the time when I used to go to school in the winters, wearing a red button shirt sweater and red woolen pants over my uniform (I don’t quite remember the uniform color, though I loved my red sweater pair). I used to wreak havoc sitting on the inside of the desk and bench adjacent to the wall, three tiny children, anything but crammed on the bench. In the free periods, the teacher kept working on her register and minding the children from time to time, looking up from the big green book and asking us to keep our heads down. I would get my crayons and pencils out and boldly stand up on the desk, looking down on the curious heads timidly looking up at me, wanting to know what my antics were. So I would let the world know that I was there, sitting next to the wall, by making my own immature painting or mural or just a signature or full name with class and roll number under a nursery rhyme. And then, the teacher would have a hard time minding our lot because some other classmate would follow my example, making his own creation on the school wall.
2. I used to have many friends in the little building where I lived. A girl in particular, by the name of Deepa, elder to me, used to take care of me in a way that even sisters did not care for each other. She would call me to play, assure my mother that she would be responsible of my safety, so on and so forth… I just have a vague remembrance of the girl now; our friendship just faded away after my family shifted to a new place. Even Deepa’s brother, who disliked my presence for god knows what reason couldn’t break our companionship while I lived there. I think she was the first friend I made.
3. I loved birthdays-mine as well as other peoples’. I would do anything to get a piece of cake. It didn’t matter whether the person was my friend or not, but I would definitely ask him/her to invite me to his birthday party as soon as I came to know that there’s a birthday in the building! :P
4. I loved sleeping and lazing around. I had this favourite bed sheet that I used to snuggle into at any time of the day. A bottle of milk would be there at the side most of the times… My mom still says I sleep like a Kumbhakaran…I was quite sad the day I realised my bed sheet was missing. It was torn and mom had to give it away… :(
5. I remember a Quincy Miss in school…after my Kindergarten ended. She was the most beautiful teacher I had ever seen. I do not remember what subject she taught us, but she had a kind face, with blue eyes, fair skin, and a somewhat gaunt cheek with high cheekbones. I always tried to vie for her attention. She was with my class for a short time, but I can still see her face clearly. In those days, I had heard in stories that Cleopatra was very beautiful. For me, her face was Cleopatra’s face.
6. I loved my Barbie dolls. I had many dolls. All gifted by someone. I had a blonde Barbie once. With boy cut hair. Maybe the style of Marilyn Monroe… I can’t remember vividly. I loved the time I spent with my dolls. Once the Blondie’s yellow shoes got lost and I was quite sure that I had kept them in a jute bag hanging at the door. I couldn’t find them and gave up the quest only when I was thoroughly tired. I do not know if this qualifies for a happy memory, but the loss of the doll’s shoes is still etched on my minds notebook.
7. A. I did not particularly like going to doctors. But I remember tagging along with my dad when he was ill and the doc would give me some yummy tablet (that resembled Hajmola, but tasted sweet) to keep in my mouth. I used to eagerly wait, looking expectantly at the bottle of the candy and looking equally expectantly back at the doc as if saying, “See, what a nice little girl I am! Won’t you give me those candies now?” Once I was so was hungry for my candies that while dad and doc were talking, I promptly went and opened the bottle, popping one in my mouth and keeping a few in my hand to eat on the way back home, with greed occupying my mind.
B. Mom once took me to her friend’s house. Her friend had two teenage daughters, around 18 or so… I decided to explore the house on my own after sitting quietly for sometime being a quiet child. I went to the inner bedroom and by the study lamp found some soft, squishy, imported chocolate that was, as I later found out a gift to them by someone. Without a second thought, I unwrapped them and in went the three candies, one by one. Later while I was savouring the third candy, in come the sisters and announce to their mom that I ate the goodies. I wasn’t rebuked or anything, though mom tried to explain to me to ask before I touch anything! Had fun, man!
8. I love drawing, painting, singing & music and used to be quite uninhibited and self-expressed in my childhood. (But studies were a dampener). I used to thoroughly enjoy those occasions, when I would spring up from the sofa and sing along with the singer as my favourite songs used to come on television. I used to try to copy their dance steps. My Music Sir, Mr. Salvador, placed me in almost all school singing functions and I was his favourite. I loved reading Champak and Tinkle and I still remember the day when mom brought champak for me from the station stall. I still remember the very first story I read. Thanks to my mom, I am a voracious reader now…that also explains my thick glasses!
My favourite yellow chair.This too was given away like my bed sheet! :(
How I sometimes long for those days to come, when the pressures of having responsibilities seems too much. I used to yearn to grow up quickly and now that I am grown-up, I have rare pangs of becoming small again! Life’s strange and funny!
My moral science book used to say:
When it’s cold,
Man wants it hot.
When it’s hot,
Man wants it cold.
What does man want, after all?
Man wants it hot.
When it’s hot,
Man wants it cold.
What does man want, after all?
Thank you, people for bearing this long post (for those who have read it till here :P). I don’t know what got into my fingers as I sat typing this post. Sunrise will be happy to read this lengthy post! Sad memories to come in a later post…
So long!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Mumbai
Churchgate Station
Versova Beach (Rock-side)
Versova BeachFather and Son
Hue View/Evenfall
Hue View 2(earlier in the evening)
Queen's Necklace
Promenade(Outside Hilton)
Maula!(adjacent to Brabourne)
Big City Life!(Next to Hilton)
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Part III: Jim Corbett Park
And this, people, is my 5oth post! Yes, I am a lazy bunch of bones because its almost a year since I started blogging and this is all I could blog about! Sirf pachaas?!?! Anyway, this isnt a blogging/posting contest and I feel contented to vent my thoughts, which are at times in turmoil. And most of the times, I try not to crap up this space by writing about silly thoughts or insignificant events of my life! So here is me... :D And I am lucky to have a found a good bunch of friends through blogging!
CORBETT PARK!! YIPPIDEE...my favourite part!
After the Nainital stay, we learned that we had to go to Corbett in a Sumo, which was bad because the roads were winding, zig zag and uneven... So many of us were a victim to motion sickness and the six hour Sumo journey saw some of us throwing up in plastic bags , which were by our side throughout the wobbly ride. We couldnt really stop immediately if someone was feeling unwell, owing to the narrow path; many a accidents occur... So people, do keep a strip of Nice or some other motion sickness tablet with you if you take a similar course!
We reached Hotel Suman Grand and were shown an hour-long or so documentary about the life of tigers from birth to death, breeding, hunting and survival ways thrown in. It was quite informative and seemed to be the work of National Geographic or some other similar channel. The effort and hardwork that went into the docu was evident because they actually followed a tigress for more than two years during which time she mated, cared for the cubs, saw some cubs die and saw other grow into adults. Tigresses mate after every two years when their previous cubbies are grown-up enough to fend for themselves. That was a lot of work for an 'hour-short docu...!' 2 years aint a joke...Hmmm...! Oh, and by the way, males or tigers never partake in the care and growth of the cubbies. They mate and go their separate ways... kind of sad.... Maybe thats nature's law. Dont we see that happening many a time in the lives of humans too? So, I think one cant blame (human) men of being irresponsible or straying after their whines and moans are taken care of... Maybe they are just made that way! I digress...
(I foresee some strong counter-comments and arguments regarding my comment above! Especially by male readers! :P)
On The Rocks!
Standing Skeletons
Tiger Pugmarks!
Narrow Path. Trees Towering...
Dried up Riverbed.
Another Scary Tree!
CORBETT PARK!! YIPPIDEE...my favourite part!
After the Nainital stay, we learned that we had to go to Corbett in a Sumo, which was bad because the roads were winding, zig zag and uneven... So many of us were a victim to motion sickness and the six hour Sumo journey saw some of us throwing up in plastic bags , which were by our side throughout the wobbly ride. We couldnt really stop immediately if someone was feeling unwell, owing to the narrow path; many a accidents occur... So people, do keep a strip of Nice or some other motion sickness tablet with you if you take a similar course!
We reached Hotel Suman Grand and were shown an hour-long or so documentary about the life of tigers from birth to death, breeding, hunting and survival ways thrown in. It was quite informative and seemed to be the work of National Geographic or some other similar channel. The effort and hardwork that went into the docu was evident because they actually followed a tigress for more than two years during which time she mated, cared for the cubs, saw some cubs die and saw other grow into adults. Tigresses mate after every two years when their previous cubbies are grown-up enough to fend for themselves. That was a lot of work for an 'hour-short docu...!' 2 years aint a joke...Hmmm...! Oh, and by the way, males or tigers never partake in the care and growth of the cubbies. They mate and go their separate ways... kind of sad.... Maybe thats nature's law. Dont we see that happening many a time in the lives of humans too? So, I think one cant blame (human) men of being irresponsible or straying after their whines and moans are taken care of... Maybe they are just made that way! I digress...
(I foresee some strong counter-comments and arguments regarding my comment above! Especially by male readers! :P)
On The Rocks!There was a little half-dried riverbed, a little way behind the hotel. It was fun crossing over the wet soil and rocks. This is my shadow! On the rocks!! :P
Standing SkeletonsThroughout the 5-hour safari, we were surrounded by trees. Some trees looking over us, bending, like a teacher towers over here errant pupil. And at some places, the trees were far off... You want to feast your eyes on something else for a change but everywhere u see, TREES!! And then one cant help thinking how eerie those trees look. Like these far-off standing skeletons over here!
Tiger Pugmarks!Alas!! Pugmarks were all that we could see. Unlike some other people in the jeeps ahead of us, we couldnt spot a tiger. As they say, tiger sighting is all on luck! But we did see a lot of deer. Corbett looked more like a deer-reserve than a tiger reserve. You shall see as u Scroll down for the pictures. Our logic was correct in a way, when we say that where there are a lot of deer, at least one tiger has to be there. Tiger got up and left as we reached the famous and most coveted spot!
Narrow Path. Trees Towering...
Dried up Riverbed.Inside Corbett Park. this place seems to be swimming in water during the monsoons! Its extremely cool where the dense tree cover doesnt let much light and heat touch the ground. This place swarms with anthills. So big that they almost look unreal and man-made!
(apparently) A Rare Bird.
Another Scary Tree!And so ends my week long break. :(
I wish I could live in a jungle like Corbett, close to nature. At least I would be living the natural way without a mask to my face, without any pretenses that one has to don in this fast life here...
Too depressing I know. But my heart longs for the place. And, it kind of, is amusing to me, because ever since I have come back, I have been having dreams of Nainital and Corbett and my train journeys!! Just cant seem to come out. And some of my friends, too, echo the same thoughts!
Cheers!
I wish I could live in a jungle like Corbett, close to nature. At least I would be living the natural way without a mask to my face, without any pretenses that one has to don in this fast life here...
Too depressing I know. But my heart longs for the place. And, it kind of, is amusing to me, because ever since I have come back, I have been having dreams of Nainital and Corbett and my train journeys!! Just cant seem to come out. And some of my friends, too, echo the same thoughts!
Cheers!
Part II: Nainital
Here with the Nainital post! This is one of those places that I want to come back to. Jim Corbett Park is also one of them. My tiger-sighting is still left. How long will that tiger evade my eyes?
;-)
Balrampur HouseBalrampur House: The palace of some Raja/Maharaja called Balram. This pic would have looked much more beautiful sans our wet towels hanging from the railing, which did not dry properly even after a whole day of letting it out in the sun. Such was the cold of Nainital! But this was one hotel that wasnt anything less than grand! Huge rooms and the size of the washrooms was as big as a room fit for 10 people to sleep in, excluding the bathtub that could fit another person! ;-)
Lake near the Nainital MarketHuge lake that this is, it also enhanced the scenic beauty of this place. Maybe it was almost in the heart of Nainital but I cant be sure because I did not have a directly overheard aerial view of this place, in spite of being on the ropeway! Beautiful maple trees and it was a nice, light, jovial atmosphere seeing the locals gather for discussion on news, locals matters, chit-chatting. This place even had a movie-house called Capitol Cinema, which showed old films like one of those when Salman Khan was young. Nainital Market was close by and it was a lovely place to be at, with comfortable buzz. This place didnt have the arrogant buzz in the air like Mussoorie has. Mussoorie, as and when I saw it, was crammed with students of boarding school, which made me deduct that they were rich kids! Nice place to people-watch, seated on the cold benches while having a steaming cup of Nescafe (which everywhere was sold for 10 bucks!).
On the Ropeway
Un-chill your bones!
Nainital Market
Tasting 1-2-3Just a local kid, his tongue rolled out alongwith his mother. I found the lil boy (or is it a girl? You never know what with all those sweaters and hoods and monkey caps..?!?!) very cute and amusing amd so got his/her pic covertly! In the background is a tradesman with his wares as well as the Nainital lake. This area is one of the most beautiful with the lake, market, cinema house, one or two churches, a mosque a little farther away, and narrow winding roads, all placed together.
Nainital @ NiteDusk starts falling at around 5 pm at this hill station, quite like any other place atop a hill. The tradesmen with the roadside stalls as well as some shops have to take the help of lamps. I do not know if it's an issue regarding scarcity of electricity here, as I saw many shops with a tubelight or fan, but going by the hotel's grand use of it, there seemed no special dearth of the energy source. But water can be quite a problem here. Especially when you suddenly stop getting hot water in your bath or have to wash your bum with chilling, ice-cold water!
Nainital @ DawnThis was chandamama at 7 am in the morning! The moon was just a tiny pebble in the morning sky and the temple in red and white that you see were extremely far off on a hill. Zooming in gave me this big pic of the moon! The fog is great in the mornings and when one reaches atop this hill on horseback or waslking, the fog is so thick that is barely not possible to see your own hand if you held it in front of you!
Just some timepass...This place has amazing flowers!!!
Even the trees look so graceful in spite of scarce leaves on them!
Even the trees look so graceful in spite of scarce leaves on them!
Bhimtal LakeBhimtal Lake: Enroute to Jim Corbett from Nainital. there was some legend or story behing this lake, which i could not catch properly, while the tour guide was blabbering away. apparently Bhim had a fight with someone and flung the enemy so hard that a crater developed and water filled in. and hence the name Bhimtal! (Sorry, I felt too lazy to Google it)
PS: Please do not steal/ dhapofy any pics. Ask first if you want to save any on your PC!
PS 2: All said and done, I'm sure the small note above is not going to help!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Part I: Dilli
It was way to difficult to shortlist a sane number of pictures to upload because I would go crazy uploading even half of the 700 pictures. So here are the ones I liked and thought should be put up here. I shall put up the pics in three parts, that of Delhi, Nainital and Jim Corbett Park. Here's Part I. Unfortunately, I dont know how good the travelogue that will accompany these pics will be, cause there's so much to tell... one might as well resort to watching Travel & Living or Musafir Hoon Yaaron!
Caution:
My opinions about certain places/locations + cuisines may be exaggerated and boisterous. You shall know as you read further.
Part I: Delhi
Sarojini Market, New Delhi.
Delhi saw us having a short stay plus it wasnt a city that made me get my camera out and start capturing the sights...Old Delhi is a horrendous place to stumble upon. If you do have the unfortunate luck to stumble there or are dragged by peers/ family, let me warn you of the 'dirrrty' streets. Paan stains/spit AND insect hovered faeces will mock you at every few yards of the steps that you take. So my advise to you is dont get out of the bus or whatever vehicle you are travelling in when you are in Old Delhi, more so if you are woman; because you will get stared at by the 'bhaiyyas' ( maybe i got the term 'bhaiyyas'wrong) even at 8 am in the morning when you step out in urgent need of medicines!
Eww...gives me the creeps, that place.
Also, they boast a lot about 'Dilli ka chat'. It's utter crap. You would be doing your taste buds some favour by not letting the 'aloo chat' enter you mouth. The fruit chat is passable, but these Delhi chaps take it seriously when it comes to 'chat' and stay true to its name by sprinkling truckloads of chat on the aloo...man, where's the aloo disappeared, we wondered?!?!
New Delhi is much more organised and clean and how can one forget the National School of Drama and its spacious lawns, and the nice two lil portions of 2 plays I saw there and the cute guy...oops! Thats too much information!
The Delhi Metro is a nice place; you can occasionally spot an idiot or two taking pics of empty escalators and making it starkly clear that they have either never seen an escalator in their life ever before or have been in the Metro for the first time!!
I wonder when Mumbai will get a Metro of its own. Photography inside the Metro was forbidden! But I love to break rules at times!! *chuckle chuckle*
Haha!!
Metro
A post on Nainital is coming up next! One of my best stays in the whole trip...
Caution:
My opinions about certain places/locations + cuisines may be exaggerated and boisterous. You shall know as you read further.
Part I: Delhi
Sarojini Market, New Delhi.Delhi saw us having a short stay plus it wasnt a city that made me get my camera out and start capturing the sights...Old Delhi is a horrendous place to stumble upon. If you do have the unfortunate luck to stumble there or are dragged by peers/ family, let me warn you of the 'dirrrty' streets. Paan stains/spit AND insect hovered faeces will mock you at every few yards of the steps that you take. So my advise to you is dont get out of the bus or whatever vehicle you are travelling in when you are in Old Delhi, more so if you are woman; because you will get stared at by the 'bhaiyyas' ( maybe i got the term 'bhaiyyas'wrong) even at 8 am in the morning when you step out in urgent need of medicines!
Eww...gives me the creeps, that place.
Also, they boast a lot about 'Dilli ka chat'. It's utter crap. You would be doing your taste buds some favour by not letting the 'aloo chat' enter you mouth. The fruit chat is passable, but these Delhi chaps take it seriously when it comes to 'chat' and stay true to its name by sprinkling truckloads of chat on the aloo...man, where's the aloo disappeared, we wondered?!?!
New Delhi is much more organised and clean and how can one forget the National School of Drama and its spacious lawns, and the nice two lil portions of 2 plays I saw there and the cute guy...oops! Thats too much information!
The Delhi Metro is a nice place; you can occasionally spot an idiot or two taking pics of empty escalators and making it starkly clear that they have either never seen an escalator in their life ever before or have been in the Metro for the first time!!
I wonder when Mumbai will get a Metro of its own. Photography inside the Metro was forbidden! But I love to break rules at times!! *chuckle chuckle*
Haha!!
MetroA post on Nainital is coming up next! One of my best stays in the whole trip...
Monday, October 30, 2006
Chrono Cross - Time's Scar
Chrono Cross - Time's Scar
Chrono Cross is a video game made by Square soft, but the real purpose of posting this YouTube video here is the soundtrack that goes along with it.
I find it so completely soothing and everytime I hear it, it brings goosebumps along with it. Though I have never played this game, the concept and the quest of its central characters is quite interesting. But more than anything, its the soundtrack that has completely taken over me.
Composed by Yasunori Mitsuda (the Japanese are really good Mangas and such lovely compositions), this instrumental piece doesnt need a video to back it up!
:D
Imagine one's self reclining in your chair, with eyes closed and being completely engrossed in this music...
P.S.: The video requires some time to load or buffer up. so, I suggest that you dont imediately hit the Play button. No fun watching a video that halts when it should be playing consistently!
:-)
Chrono Cross is a video game made by Square soft, but the real purpose of posting this YouTube video here is the soundtrack that goes along with it.
I find it so completely soothing and everytime I hear it, it brings goosebumps along with it. Though I have never played this game, the concept and the quest of its central characters is quite interesting. But more than anything, its the soundtrack that has completely taken over me.
Composed by Yasunori Mitsuda (the Japanese are really good Mangas and such lovely compositions), this instrumental piece doesnt need a video to back it up!
:D
Imagine one's self reclining in your chair, with eyes closed and being completely engrossed in this music...
P.S.: The video requires some time to load or buffer up. so, I suggest that you dont imediately hit the Play button. No fun watching a video that halts when it should be playing consistently!
:-)
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Diwali!
And a few more...!
Hi everybody!
'Froh Diwali' to all of you! Er...that's the German equivalent for 'Happy Diwali'!
Wish You all A Very Joyful New Year!
:D
Take care, all ye, especially from those awful ear drum-bursting firecrackers!
:-)
Hi everybody!'Froh Diwali' to all of you! Er...that's the German equivalent for 'Happy Diwali'!
Wish You all A Very Joyful New Year!
:D
Take care, all ye, especially from those awful ear drum-bursting firecrackers!
:-)