Time, tide and food on my plate, don't wait for anyone.
~Abhimanyu Sarvagyam
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Beauty lies..
.. in make-up skills, for the most part.
I'm one of those few girls who don't really understand make-up. And how can one look attractive if they can't tell the difference between eye-liner and mascara?
The only time I endeavored to delve into the complicated world of lipsticks (simple), foundations (troubles begin) and eye-liners (complicated); was when I was in class eight. After having successfully poked myself in the eye several times and having applied eye shadow instead of blush (or is it rouge?), I appeared looking like something straight out of a kindergarten colouring class. After that I haven't really gathered the courage to experiment.
Another very interesting encounter with the vanity case was in class ten, when I had to deck up for a play. I think it was then I fully appreciated the phrase donning the greasepaint. Wonderful people, stage artists. Just imagine the patience needed to sit still when the make-up man is slapping all sorts of itchy creams across the map. And the courage required to suppress the urge to run screaming from the chair when that lethal thing (eye-liner or mascara - I still can't decide) is brought closer and closer and closer. Gak!
Make-up remains the only area where the sister earns my admiration. Ah, the swiftness of the hands when the eyes are made up with kohl and the deep rationalizing that goes into choosing a lip-balm. Impressive.
I'm wondering what I'm going to do for the wedding. Sigh!
I'm one of those few girls who don't really understand make-up. And how can one look attractive if they can't tell the difference between eye-liner and mascara?
The only time I endeavored to delve into the complicated world of lipsticks (simple), foundations (troubles begin) and eye-liners (complicated); was when I was in class eight. After having successfully poked myself in the eye several times and having applied eye shadow instead of blush (or is it rouge?), I appeared looking like something straight out of a kindergarten colouring class. After that I haven't really gathered the courage to experiment.
Another very interesting encounter with the vanity case was in class ten, when I had to deck up for a play. I think it was then I fully appreciated the phrase donning the greasepaint. Wonderful people, stage artists. Just imagine the patience needed to sit still when the make-up man is slapping all sorts of itchy creams across the map. And the courage required to suppress the urge to run screaming from the chair when that lethal thing (eye-liner or mascara - I still can't decide) is brought closer and closer and closer. Gak!
Make-up remains the only area where the sister earns my admiration. Ah, the swiftness of the hands when the eyes are made up with kohl and the deep rationalizing that goes into choosing a lip-balm. Impressive.
I'm wondering what I'm going to do for the wedding. Sigh!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Curtains down..
What does one say when something comes to an end after over 3 years of extreme involvement; immense passion and endless learning?
I'm referring to my team which more or less wrapped-up recently. Once you're out of denial, I think the only thing that comes to mind is that it was awesome while it lasted. To have been a part of the team from the early stages, to have seen it merge, grow, and then finally wrap-up. To have given the work involved your heart and soul and all that you had. The sense of loss is so intense, it's almost painful.
And then there is the personal side of it all. The people one works with, the rapport that is created, nurtured into friendship and finally it grows into some kind of a family that starts paralleling the family that you have at home.
Finally, there's change. Exciting, scary, interesting and uncertain. I only hope I can live up to whatever it brings along.
It's time to take the last bow. It's time to pull the curtains down... :)
I'm referring to my team which more or less wrapped-up recently. Once you're out of denial, I think the only thing that comes to mind is that it was awesome while it lasted. To have been a part of the team from the early stages, to have seen it merge, grow, and then finally wrap-up. To have given the work involved your heart and soul and all that you had. The sense of loss is so intense, it's almost painful.
And then there is the personal side of it all. The people one works with, the rapport that is created, nurtured into friendship and finally it grows into some kind of a family that starts paralleling the family that you have at home.
Finally, there's change. Exciting, scary, interesting and uncertain. I only hope I can live up to whatever it brings along.
It's time to take the last bow. It's time to pull the curtains down... :)
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
I know this is pretty delayed
"...If You Want To Know Why
There's A Love That
Cannot Lie
Love Is Strong
It Only Cares For
Joyful Giving
If We Try
We Shall See
In This Bliss
We Cannot Feel
Fear Or Dread
We Stop Existing And
Start Living.."
Rest in peace, Mr. Jackson.
There's A Love That
Cannot Lie
Love Is Strong
It Only Cares For
Joyful Giving
If We Try
We Shall See
In This Bliss
We Cannot Feel
Fear Or Dread
We Stop Existing And
Start Living.."
Rest in peace, Mr. Jackson.