tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61982241720288041122024-03-18T21:07:38.285-07:00DewDropsMy world as I see it ...Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-7787097847081630942012-07-18T13:53:00.000-07:002012-07-18T13:53:32.184-07:00Follow me there !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Dewdrops have changed. As much as I enjoyed writing here, it is time for a change.<br />
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Remember that episode in Tom and Jerry when Jerry puts spots all across Tom's face and treats him for chickenpox. Well, I kind of felt sorry for Tom for all the hardships he had to endure (at Jerry's hands) because of the disease. I feel all the more sorry for him because I am diagnosed with chicken pox and is bed-ridden now. <br />
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I wish mine was also a fake chicken pox and I could get up and run around in two days. Alas, that is not true. I was diagnosed the very next day I got back from my Eurotrip and is in bed since then. And it is so not fun when you get this disease as an adult. Here is to a speedy recovery and less scars from all the lesions on the body.</div>
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<strong>Getting up before the alarm and realising that you still have one more hour to sleep</strong><br />
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Alarms are dreaded instruments, especially on weekday mornings. You feel like you have just hit the sack when you are suddenly woken up by a sreeching sound. You try to snooze, demand and finally beg for some more sleep. But eventually you have to get up and start with the daily routine. Then what happens when you get up well before the alarm rings and realise that you can sleep for one more hour? You thank your stars and go back to sleep with a smile on your face, snuggling happily to your blanket. Ah, simple pleasures of life.<br />
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P.S. I am travelling for the next one week and will be moderating the comments till the time I am back. I will be replying to the comments and reading your blogs as soon as I am back.</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-75354424530486779512012-05-23T00:30:00.000-07:002012-05-23T00:30:02.101-07:00Simple Pleasures of Life - 6<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong>Watching a movie trailer and guessing the entire story of the movie</strong><br />
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Oh yeah ! You are at your home watching the previews of upcoming movies and you and your sister/friend/husband make up the entire story of the movie by just watching the trailer. It is quite a fun thing to do. Especially when you watch the entire movie once it hits the theatre and realise that the actual story of the movie is quite different from what you had envisioned ! You look back and laugh at your creativity. At times, you wish the actual story of movie was indeed what you made up, it was more fun that way :)<br />
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P.S. I am travelling for the next two weeks and will be moderating the comments till the time I am back. I will be replying to the comments and reading your blogs as soon as I am back.</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-71867800779588765042012-05-21T00:30:00.000-07:002012-05-21T00:30:02.355-07:00Pitter Patter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She hit the ‘Shutdown’ button and watched small windows dancing up and down on the screen. To her right, she could see the raindrops making indecipherable patterns on the windows. She stretched her hands and let out a small sigh. “When will it stop raining in Mumbai?” She laughed at herself. Such a rhetoric question! She got up from her seat and started collecting her belongings.<br />
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There were two other people in front of the elevator. She waited impatiently, watching the floor numbers flash in the descending order. There were more people inside the lift. Blank faces, haggard from a 10 hour work day, with a distant look in their eyes, pre-occupied by the thoughts of the long hours of commute ahead of them or better still, of a home cooked dinner awaiting them at the end of it. How she wished she had similar thoughts in her mind. She shrugged at the thought of her empty apartment and some left-overs in the fridge.<br />
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She walked out of the elevator into the lobby. Many people were waiting in the lobby hoping that rain will subside sometime soon. But she didn’t hold such thoughts. She took out her umbrella and ventured into the rain. There was dirty water all around, nevertheless, people were walking on the road, avoiding potholes with the skills of an acrobat. Wind was gushing in the opposite direction, but she held on to her umbrella with a vengeance. She tried to stop a good number of auto-rickshaws, but no one seemed to be going in the same route. She continued walking aimlessly. She was passing by a slum area and that is when she saw a group of children playing with the rain water. Seeing the paper boats floating around, she felt something tugging at her heart.<br />
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A loud splash of water and she was brought back to reality. The mud water fell on her too and she bit her tongue hard to suppress the curse words that were about to fall out of her mouth. The wind was playing a tug of war with her umbrella, but she didn’t have any intention of giving in. She continued walking looking for an auto-rickshaw, but in vain. In front of her was a mother-daughter duo; the mother was carrying her daughter and they both were under one umbrella. They held on to each other as if they were inseparable. She looked fondly at them.<br />
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<i>She had always loved rain when she was younger. The smell that emanates from ground when that first raindrop hits the ground, the beauty of watching the rain through a window, the cozy feeling of curling up inside the blanket, eating pakodas and drinking hot tea – she loved each and everything associated with the rain. But she still feels nobody loved rain more than her mom. She could see her mom perched in front of a window for hours watching the raindrops hitting the ground. She had always hugged on to her mom and slept during thunderstorms, with the wind and rain singing a melodious lullaby in the background.</i><br />
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Another splash of water and this time it was a car. She was at her wit’s end. Fully drenched and walking in the muddy water for the last half an hour had really made her irritable. She started looking for some shelter around her. Not so far, she noticed a group of girls, barely in their 20s, giggling and walking in the rain. They were jumping up and down, dancing and enjoying the rain to the fullest.<br />
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<i>“It is raining, come on everybody let’s go to the rooftop”, her friends were shouting. In no time, twelve of them were on the rooftop of their college hostel, jumping up and down and running about in the rain. Hold no bars; the first rain of the season should be enjoyed to its fullest. They played antakshari, pulled each others legs and danced away the evening in rain.</i><br />
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Again a strong gush of wind; but this time instead of holding on to her umbrella, she let it go. She opened up her arms and experienced the raindrops falling effortlessly on her face. She could feel a small tear drop forming on the brink of her left eye, but she just let it be.<br />
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P.S: This story of mine was voted to be in the top ten stories and got published in my office magazine about a year ago. I thought of sharing it here today.<br />
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P.P.S. I am travelling for the next two weeks and will be moderating the comments till the time I am back. I will be replying to the comments and reading your blogs as soon as I am back.</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-53614436554479091822012-05-17T00:30:00.000-07:002012-05-17T00:30:01.222-07:00An adventure is about to begin !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Passport : Check <br />
Visa: Check<br />
Flight Tickets: Check<br />
Hotel Reservations: Check<br />
Train Confirmations: Check<br />
Husband a.k.a Best Friend a.k.a Favourite Travel Companion: Check<br />
Entry tickets for many of attractions that need to be reserved ahead: Check<br />
Stuff all the clothes into one carry on baggage: Quite a difficult task, but still check (yay!)<br />
Filling travel size bottles of all the necessary toiletries: Again quite a daunting task, but still check (phew!)<br />
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Yes, an adventure is about to begin. I leave you with this pic for a sneak peek into some of the books that had been keeping me company during my bedtime, for the last few months.<br />
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You may be sporting a different hair or your fashion sensibilities may have taken a 180 degree turn. You no longer have those crooked teeth, neither are you that cute chubby child who always sat down while the picture was being clicked. One thing is for sure, for better or worse, you look a lot different now. Browsing through old family albums is a nice way of reminiscing those good old days. A trip down the memory lane is always bound to bring a smile on your face.</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-26158636154501291322012-05-13T17:25:00.000-07:002012-05-13T17:25:41.929-07:00When you start trusting technology more than your senses<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I attended an awesome Ustad Rahat Fateh Ali Khan concert yesterday. For the uninitiated, Rahat Fateh Ali Khan is a Pakistani singer, primarily of Qawwali genre, a devotional music of the Muslim Sufis. He is the nephew of Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. In addition to Qawwali, he also performs ghazals and other light music. He is popular as a Bollywood playback singer too. The concert was conducted in Music Hall, Detroit. I was shopping some essential items for my upcoming trip on a gloomy Saturday and a call from my friend informed me that Rahat Fateh Ali Khan was performing in the town. Plans were made rather very quickly and we found ourselves in the Music Hall within an hour. In that one hour, I had a small cup of salty caramel yoghurt, drove 30 miles, changed cars at my friend's house, drove 35 more miles, reached the venue, collected out tickets and were in our seats just in time. <br />
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The concert started on time and we were enjoying fine music in no time. A few of my favourites that he sang were "O Re Piya", "Afreeen", "Dil toh bacha hain ji" and "Bol Na Halke Halke". We were absolutely dumbstruck by his voice, rendition and his ability to sing continuously without even taking a drop of water. The other members of this group contributed equally with their efforts on drums, guitar, trumpet and tabla. It was an experience which any music lover would have loved to be a part of. There were people in the crowd shouting, whistling or even dancing to many of his songs. The crowd was enjoying very song to its fullest, hmm, or where they? <br />
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When you witness a once in a lifetime event like a Rahet Fateh Ali Khan concert, are you enjoying it to its fullest if you are only seeing it through the screen of your smartphone or your camera? Agreed you are recording every moment possible to enjoy it at a later stage or for someone else to enjoy it at a later stage, but what about being in that moment at that very second. How about concentrating and enjoying the music that is being sung by a maestro without any distractions? How about giving your entire sense of perception to the moment and thereby respecting the genius of the person rendering it?<br />
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When you sit in a theatre and try to record every possible moment through a camera, then more than anything else, you are distracting the other people with your camera light. You are clogging their line of vision too. If we keep these 'small' things aside, think about those previous moments when you could as well enjoyed the concert rather than 'safe-keeping' your enjoyment for a later date. A similar thing that irate me to no end is someone travelling to a whole new place and spending all the time on earth just clicking photographs. I myself have had the misfortune of travelling with such people. Any place you visit, all they want is click one pic in front of the famous monument and we are done with the place. How about just walking around the place and appreciating its beauty? I should say that FaceBook has added a lot of shenanigans to this breed. The whole concept of "profile" pic? We better don't go there.<br />
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Trying to capture every moment in the camera is not a bad thing always. You meet your friend after a long time; you may want to go crazy and click a few (hundreds of) pics. It captures the sense of happiness you feel and something you can treasure for a long time. If you both are having fun in between all the soul searching(and silly) conversations you are having, then we are all for having fun. You may want to drag him/her to the nearby photo booth and give some crazy shots there too ! Or you are a food blogger, then you would want to capture a shot of every possible meal that you ate at a restaurant. Or you are witnessing a breath-taking sunrise, you may want to capture it in a few shots. Understood. But after that few clicks, don't you want to keep the camera away and just capture all the beauty in your mind? We are not talking about professional photographers here. We are talking about common man, like you and me. Common Man who was given five senses of perception to utilise it in the best possible way.<br />
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Be in the moment. Live it. Please don't see that once in a lifetime concert through a camera screen. Trust your senses. Senses like sight and hearing are given to you for a purpose. There are many unlucky people in this world who don't even have the privilege to use them. When you start trusting technology more than you senses, then it is time to unplug. When you sit in front of me and make me also see the concert through your camera phone, then we have a real problem.</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-29824217640384515282012-05-06T08:06:00.000-07:002012-05-06T08:08:49.986-07:00Once Again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This post has been published by me as a part of the <b>Blog-a-Ton 27</b>; the 27th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blogaton.in/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>. The topic for this month is 'Once Again'.
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I feel sorry for Aishwarya Rai, I really do. Though I have never considered her to be a great actress or a wonderful person, I feel sorry for the way media is all hullaballoo about her post pregnancy weight. The woman has just given birth to a baby girl. A feat many dream to achieve someday. Let her enjoy the motherhood and please compliment her on the new addition to the family. Why the whole attention on her weight? Maybe this is whole downside of being a celebrity, especially if you are labelled as one of the most beautiful woman in this world. I am sure Aishwarya would very well be adapted to all this attention considering the fact that her whole life (her previous relationships, temple visits before her marriage, her pregnancy, etc.) had been ripped apart with equal fervour.<br />
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Please see the below photo from the cover of Femina from June 2010. The picture juxtaposes her pics from 2000 and 2010 and tells what a timeless beauty she is.<br />
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Going from this to being criticised for the post pregnancy weight can be hard. Considering the fact that responsive journalism is something we are far far away from and any gossip related to celebrities sells like hot cakes, I shouldn't be too aghast with this unwanted attention on her post pregnancy weight. However what makes me irritated is the message that is being send out with this. Are all the new mothers supposed to lose weight and be bikini-ready in a matter of few weeks? Does this mean we aren't supposed to put a little bit of weight whether we go through a pregnancy, disease, medicines, steroids or any treatment? How unfair it is. Come what may, don't you dare put on a few kilos, be still in your weight and inches because you are a woman? Really?</div>
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All this hullaballoo reminds me of the my own weight (gain) issues. For the first twenty years of my life, I had been skinny, skinny to the point of being underweight. My mom and aunts used to force feed me. They used to think I am not eating anything because I wanted to be skinny when such a thought had never crossed my mind. I used to eat to my heart's content and still remained slim. My (under)weight had been a topic of many a family discussions and I was pretty much bored/irritated the entire time during these discussions. I failed to understand how my weight can be a topic of grave concern.</div>
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I moved out of my house and got my first (sedentary)job when I was 21 and I easily piled on kilos in the next three years. My weight again became a concern for my family and relatives. The same people who used to force feed me made comments about how much over weight I have become and how 'ugly' I have become. I on the other hand was disillusioned. I was staying away from home for the first time; I used to get very unhealthy carb-rich food in my paying guest accomodation; it was my first job and it didn't know how to handle many things. On top of it, I was sad due to various reasons. My (over) weight again became a topic of family discussion. Sigh ! I tried hard and lost all the piled kilos in the next three years. But the point I am trying to make is it is difficult to lose the extra kilos quickly (in a healthy manner) and it is even more difficult when your weight is constantly under scrutiny. Even now, whenever I visit my hometown, the first thing people say is "You have put on/off weight". Is there something called a "weight that satisfies everyone"? Either you are too fat or too skinny. Funniest thing is my in-laws think I am too skinny. Everytime I talk to them they tell me to eat properly and put on weight when I am trying hard to eat healthy and maintain my weight :)</div>
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So lets cut some slack. Don't be too judmental about someone's weight. Every person's body is different and a workout/eating habit that works for you may not work for someone else. Throw in some genetic factors and you get the bigger picture. Let the new mommies enjoy their motherhood; let the people recovering from disease/medicines take their own time and enjoy their health; afterall life is not measured in inches or kilos.</div>
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As I sit in this busy Starbucks sipping on my coffee, I feel overwhelmed.<br />
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I feel overwhelmed about so many things in life.<br />
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I feel overwhelmed by the fact that I don't know in which city of this world I will be 4 months done the line. Such is my job which keeps me on my toes with its uncertainty. Though I find it exciting most of the times, today I am scared of the same fact.<br />
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I feel overwhelmed by the fact how dependent we have become of technology. How connected we are all the time with our smart phones, laptops, television and internet. How many passwords I have to maintain for all these accounts (Gmail, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Yahoo, WunderList, Itunes, TripAdvisor, Amazon.com, Pinterest, etc.).<br />
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I feel overwhelmed by the fact that people come together, become friends, make beautiful memories and then move on with the life. You try your best to keep in touch and if you are lucky enough, the friendships survives the weather of time. Otherwise you gradually grow apart and ‘life’ takes over. Such is life. Such is the rule of universe. You can try hard to resist it, but eventually the only person who remains with you throughout is you.<br />
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I feel overwhelmed by the fact that I still haven’t found my purpose of life. You go about with your routine job, try to make it as challenging as possible, handle clients, get paid, receive accolades (and brickbats in equal amounts) and repeat the whole drill. All the while, a small doubt lingers in your mind: Is this what you really want to do with your life? Most of the time, you try to beat down that doubt and go on with the daily drill. Other times, you think hard and worry. But are we all destined to find the purpose of our life? I mean is everyone lucky enough to find and follow a passion in their life? I truly believe every one of us deserve to find the passion of our life. But at times I also wonder whether the whole idea of the purpose of life is fabricated. Maybe this is life. You struggle, suffer and drudge through; with a few moments of happiness thrown in. Maybe this is life all about. Nothing more or nothing less.<br />
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I feel overwhelmed by the fact that I am so far away from all the people I love. Everyone whom I have known for the most of my life is on the other side of the globe. My hubby stays in opposite coast of the country. Sigh !<br />
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I feel overwhelmed. Maybe it is just today. Maybe it is just me.</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-28868062481548711952012-04-25T15:14:00.000-07:002012-04-26T15:38:49.522-07:00Simple Pleasures of Life - 4<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dance as if no one is watching, Dance to your heart's content and soul's desire. Don't let anyone deter you and tell you that you are bad dancer. Dance is a form of expression, enjoy it to the fullest. Dance as if no one if watching.<br />
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Elaine (of Seinfeld fame), you go girl. Let everyone make fun of you, but I find your dance quite interesting :)<br />
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</div>Watching rain through the window as it plays its owns ballet on the ground. A book and a coffee adds charm to the experience !</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-65687669971264821932012-04-10T13:12:00.001-07:002012-04-10T13:13:51.019-07:00The Last BookStore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Famed as one of the 20 most beautiful bookstores in the world, The Last BookStore is situated in downtown LA. Unless you checkout the exact same address in the map, it is easy to miss this gem of a place. It doesn't have huge billboards directing it to the inside of the bookstore nor does it have flashy exteriors. Only thing that distinguishes the bookstore is a writing on its huge glass windows. <br />
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I came across the list of <a href="http://flavorwire.com/254434/the-20-most-beautiful-bookstores-in-the-world#12">20 most beautiful bookstore in the world</a> two months back and it instantly struck me that I haven't even been to a single one of them. Since the list spanned across various cities across the globe, I decided to first visit the one that is closest to home. The Last BookStore in LA began in 2005 in a downtown Los Angeles loft and is currently in its third location. They are one of the last bookstores in LA which still buys the used books.<br />
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The books are arranged in various shelfs by genre and author. All the books in the front room of the bookstore are priced at $1 and if you search hard enough, you are bound to find some rare gems. Though most of the books are used books which are prices reasonably, the bookstore house new books too; but those are priced at the stored prices.The bookstore also house music records, some rare ones at that too. There is an in-house coffee house which serves up a cup or two of coffee if you are tired from looking at the books.<br />
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According to the owner <a href="http://www.latimes.com/custompublishing/ketelone/last-bookstore/">Josh Spencer </a><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><em>the coolest book to ever be placed on the shelves is a giant-sized sample of Taschen's "Dennis Hopper: Photographs 1961-1967." Only 1,500 copies were printed and signed at $2,000 a pop. The Last Bookstore's was the rarest because it was never for sale. Another gem is a vintage paperback of Philip K. Dick's "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?," inspiration for the film "Blade Runner."</em></blockquote>There<em> </em>is a <a href="http://lastbookstorela.com/about/">story behind its name</a> too<br />
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<blockquote class="tr_bq"><em>The name was chosen with irony, but it has become a self-fulfilling prophecy as physical bookstores are dying out like dinosaurs from the meteoric impact of Amazon and e-books. With our constant turnover of stock, regular musical and literary events, and the addition of coffee and a vinyl LP shop, we book-lovers at the Last Bookstore hope to last as long as we can in downtown LA’s vibrant new community. Join the cause! Buy, sell, trade, and above all read real books…before they’re gone.</em></blockquote>I love the last line "Buy, sell, trade, and above all <strong>read real books</strong>…before they’re gone". I hope they are never gone. I hope that even in the time of Amazon, Flipkart and e-books, <a href="http://dewdrop-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-dimension-to-reading.html">the real books survive forever</a>. To help the cause, I bought a second hand copy of the book "Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck, something I wanted to read for a long time now.<br />
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Which is the most beautiful bookstore you ever visited? Do you think real books are becoming extinct?</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-43757765623835987112012-04-04T00:44:00.001-07:002012-04-05T00:48:19.882-07:00Simple Pleasures of Life - 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><strong>Smell of books</strong><br />
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How many times have your opened a new book and tried to smell its pages? Never ?!?! Then you should do it very soon. You can try it with an old book too. What you sense will be a rustic smell, sharp enough to tinkle many of the old memories. I wish I could put a name on that smell. Alas, somethings in life are meant to be felt and not explained in as many words. That's why it is called a simple pleasure of life. Doesn't all the booklovers out there will agree with me?<br />
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</div>I had been wanting to watch Separation for a long time now. I was fascinated by the trailer of 'A Separation' that I came across while watching the movie Pina, the Germany's official entry to the oscar. 'A Separation' went ahead and won the Oscar for the Best Foreign Language Film. <br />
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A separation tells us the story of a couple faced with a difficult situation in which wife wants to move abroad for a better future for their daughter and the husband wants to stay back in Iran to look after his father who suffers from Alzhemier's disease. How the couple deals with the situation along with several complications added onto it along the way forms the essence of the movie. One thing that struck me instantly was the brillant performances by all the protagonists. The vulnerability of the maid, the misguided anger of her husband, the precocious and innocent daughters; I loved all of them. The two kids in the movie were adorable; they said so much with their facial expressions that the dialogues were quite unnecessary. As the movie progresses, all the characters are faced with moral dilemmas and each one of them have to take decisions that allow them to live with their conscience. <br />
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One of the scenes that I particularly liked in the movie is where the wife is driving the car and is speaking to herself. She says "Ten years of marriage and he doesn't tell me once to stay, he doesn't tell no to the divorce". She says this inspite of the fact that she is the one who filed for the divorce, which makes me think as women, why are we constantly looking for validation of the love? validation of yourself? Guilty myself, that one scene gave me enough food for thought. <br />
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A Separation is one of the most brillantly made movies that I have watched recently. It is also my first iranian movie. Please give yourself a treat and do watch the movie. In the meanwhile, have you watched any other iranian movies? Do you have any suggestions for me?<br />
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<strong>The rules of the game are:</strong><br />
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You must post the rules.<br />
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Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and create eleven new questions to ask the people you have tagged.<br />
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Tag eleven people and link them to your post.<br />
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And, let them know you have tagged them.<br />
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Here are the questions assigned to me and without further ado, let me dig deep into them.<br />
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1. What inspired you to start blogging?<br />
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Well, interesting question. I had always loved reading and it included all the online content too. Way back in 2005, I started reading a lot of blogs online. Somewhere in that process, I had this sudden urge to start a blog. Hence, Dewdrops were born. To this day, I spend more time reading other blogs than writing the content for my blog - something I surely need to change.<br />
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2. Who’s your favourite author and which book by that author do you like best?<br />
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My favourite author is Saumerset Maugham and a book of his which I absolutely love <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Of-Human-Bondage-Signet-Classics/dp/0451530179/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1333405946&sr=8-1">'Of Human Bondage'</a>. I believe anybody who have read this book will agree with me when I say that this is one of the best books ever written in English Literature.<br />
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However, if I can alter the question to read which is your favourite book of all time? then the answer is will be entirely different. My favourite book of all time is '<a href="http://www.amazon.com/To-Kill-Mockingbird-Anniversary-Edition/dp/0061743526/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1333406162&sr=1-1">To Kill a Mocking Bird</a>' by Harper Lee. If you were to read one book in your entire lifetime it should be 'To Kill a Mocking Bird'. An all time classic that I can read many times over. My hero is Atticus Finch.<br />
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3. Do you identify with (or wish you were) a fictional character? Who is that?<br />
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Do I identify with a fictional character? Well, I don't think I do. There are many fictional characters whom I adore, but don't think I identify with any of them. Maybe because I think I am quite unique, ha ! But there sure is a fictional (comic) character whom I absolutely adore and that is Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes comics. I should proudly announce at this point in time that I own the entire Calvin and Hobbes collection and I find reading the comics quite stress-relieving. They put a smile to my face each and every time.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Calvin echoing my sentiments ;)</span></em></div><br />
4. What’s your all-time-favourite food?<br />
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A difficult question because I love food across the cuisines and regions. But being a true blue malayalee, I should say that my favourite food is appam with vegetable stew.<br />
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I love colours. I try to keep my wadrobe as colourful as possible. I love experimenting with a range of colours, however if I have to pick one colour for my clothes, it had to be black. Classic, elegant, yet stylish. I don't think I have even met one person in my life who doesn't look good in black. Everyone looks good in black.<br />
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6. Do you experience/Have you experienced mood-swings? How do you help / how have you helped yourself out of it?<br />
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I do experience mood-swings. What is the whole fun of being a girl/woman if you don't go through mood-swings ;) Best way to deal with them - Exercise. Move your body - go for a walk/run outside, breathe in some fresh air, soak in some Vitamin D from the sunshine and let the endorphins pump up your mood. I have always noticed that a little bit of exercise gives you more energy and takes you out of the slumpness instantly. Another easier way to get out of a bad mood is watch your favourite sitcom. Laugh out Loud and keep that smile on your face. Seinfield does it for me almost all the time.<br />
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Hard to choose one considering the fact that I love love travelling. At times I believe the whole reason for my existence on earth is to travel. Because I still call Kerala my home I don't want to call it my favourite holiday spot. If I have to pick a favourite holiday spot in India, it has got to be Goa for its beaches, awesome sea food and rustic charm. Another favourite destination would be one of the northeastern states for its untouched beauty. I had never known that north eastern part of India is so beautiful until I made a trip to Sikkim.<br />
8. Do you have any favourite word in the English language? Which one is it?<br />
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My current favourite word in English Language is <a href="http://wordsmith.org/words/petrichor.html">'Petrichor'</a>, simply because it is my favourite smell on earth and I recently found out that there is a name for this smell.<br />
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I like all of them, hehe :D One post of mine which is very close to my heart is <a href="http://dewdrop-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/war.html">The War</a>.<br />
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10. Is there any trait/attitude/quality that is an instant turn-on for you? Do share.<br />
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Yes, ability to hold an intelligent conversation is an instant turn-on for me. <br />
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11. Have you ever written about a crush you had? If yes, please share the post/s.<br />
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No, I never have. I need to do a post on my long standing crush on Hugh Jackman soon :)<br />
Phew ! That was hard :)</div>Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-90607017669651992462012-03-12T17:19:00.002-07:002012-03-12T17:20:27.895-07:00MarchPhotoaDay - Day 9 - Red<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmA4IHImylPMM6LaDSNTyWTSrLhNglCfjUadZ0HIwFwUhuVlp44WrB0e08qF9jh0Eml4_6aGihf46sVYE3wZks-DrXXQdIqOMBvxi_HvqvXyYqRezSZt2zxsZMaZiTHVuPyt03Py3bp8V/s1600/Red.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmA4IHImylPMM6LaDSNTyWTSrLhNglCfjUadZ0HIwFwUhuVlp44WrB0e08qF9jh0Eml4_6aGihf46sVYE3wZks-DrXXQdIqOMBvxi_HvqvXyYqRezSZt2zxsZMaZiTHVuPyt03Py3bp8V/s400/Red.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719169882194307010" /></a><br /><br />My favourite red mugs. Aren't they cute?Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-38183069389390432302012-03-12T17:15:00.003-07:002012-03-12T17:19:07.725-07:00MarchPhotoaDay - Day 8 - Window<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcUU-PqoZ6yNAqdamI_uGGsgW6hM8_3Q4nFXfUB_9FTDAmP0_Ce3ItYdzsoLh3vtZtYhEnbWXPsfnSam-kBODIVyYJKmxbpJahf1R4xcm4M1aqLjLBbdeMeOdKzfjRgTmmMrOyFCesRoe/s1600/Window.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcUU-PqoZ6yNAqdamI_uGGsgW6hM8_3Q4nFXfUB_9FTDAmP0_Ce3ItYdzsoLh3vtZtYhEnbWXPsfnSam-kBODIVyYJKmxbpJahf1R4xcm4M1aqLjLBbdeMeOdKzfjRgTmmMrOyFCesRoe/s400/Window.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719168828213449570" /></a><br /><br />Travel - Window to the world. A pic taken during my journey to Holland. No, it is not the real Holland in Netherlands, but the Holland in Michigan,USA where the tulip festival is celebrated in a smaller scale as compared to the real Holland. The picture shows a traditional folk dance being performed by artists as a part of their local tulip festival.Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-69179781323108078782012-03-12T17:11:00.001-07:002012-03-12T17:13:24.346-07:00MarchPhotoaDay - Day 7 - Something I wore<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8JI_vgrhGHntfqExLqLx-dJjSuTmkQbs9iKN3Y4y97FZvM4jYbVHs4ur6kFDWGM_g9HX7Jg2a0PtNyoTBB5gh47sHRSIDcOA4gRg1dWFciTiJ7w_2tMicrcoQOMW9baESYGb4DwZZ6AV/s1600/wore.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8JI_vgrhGHntfqExLqLx-dJjSuTmkQbs9iKN3Y4y97FZvM4jYbVHs4ur6kFDWGM_g9HX7Jg2a0PtNyoTBB5gh47sHRSIDcOA4gRg1dWFciTiJ7w_2tMicrcoQOMW9baESYGb4DwZZ6AV/s400/wore.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719168029645954562" /></a><br /><br />My favourite BearPaw boots on a snowy day !Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-52137558613723500772012-03-12T17:09:00.003-07:002012-03-12T17:14:36.160-07:00MarchPhotoaDay - Day 6 - 5PM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ziw5iGV1TtRaW8ZJ-KGu74aX8Icw5tCHU2cVjczr6G4B3PMRxkVj6hC2fIxa65503dnnYVwVBsmsgU0UWyQH08IJ_TMDZzz8D6exLM7SPs4DEGblrAjoGxKSVBlOQD4Unre9lt_aRGfR/s1600/5PM.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ziw5iGV1TtRaW8ZJ-KGu74aX8Icw5tCHU2cVjczr6G4B3PMRxkVj6hC2fIxa65503dnnYVwVBsmsgU0UWyQH08IJ_TMDZzz8D6exLM7SPs4DEGblrAjoGxKSVBlOQD4Unre9lt_aRGfR/s400/5PM.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719167408551901490" /></a><br /><br />Who said cupcakes can only be eaten at specific timeframes?Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-74890076713627865112012-03-12T17:08:00.001-07:002012-03-12T17:09:54.674-07:00MarchPhotoaDay - Day 5 - Smile<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkAYoVXyIeQQ3nDWnFf2gTBMyu142wl3Q7_CYMWhZarK0gjQQUDioMJ9izYRXnX-bBSUHSlrTuZ34B5AYwNg1byjVGWNKvtwZzUrG-RNedBWsK1v-tkSyUWKWbzxOKchOdLuqT5It-Fuo/s1600/Smile.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkAYoVXyIeQQ3nDWnFf2gTBMyu142wl3Q7_CYMWhZarK0gjQQUDioMJ9izYRXnX-bBSUHSlrTuZ34B5AYwNg1byjVGWNKvtwZzUrG-RNedBWsK1v-tkSyUWKWbzxOKchOdLuqT5It-Fuo/s400/Smile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719167000909499714" /></a><br /><br />A good workout + a power packed smoothie = Instant Mood Lifter. Brings a smile to my face everytime.Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-8637540005964377132012-03-12T17:05:00.002-07:002012-03-12T17:07:52.069-07:00MarchPhotoaDay - Day 4 - Bedside<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStPOXNwNmP87cunzjpT90ofkg2pArBUY7fBd8yoWdSoQQv59lwmwrgwm_sbaVYEzcv2wV64vRfRCL2H7zCZxZKMhU4urIyT4adfJMXpTi_JdVXnmvLhO1RLjM-KH27r2kGqpQo8cboqxV/s1600/Bedside.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStPOXNwNmP87cunzjpT90ofkg2pArBUY7fBd8yoWdSoQQv59lwmwrgwm_sbaVYEzcv2wV64vRfRCL2H7zCZxZKMhU4urIyT4adfJMXpTi_JdVXnmvLhO1RLjM-KH27r2kGqpQo8cboqxV/s400/Bedside.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719166567591812466" /></a><br /><br />Yes, books occupy a major part of my bedside :)Dewdrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124224202720411154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198224172028804112.post-71746376022628366242012-03-10T11:23:00.001-08:002012-03-13T16:53:18.016-07:00MarchPhotoaDay - Day 10 - Loud<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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