If A Room Was Your Home

Have you ever imagined your  room being your entire house? And I’m keeping those in mind who don’t have as exciting a life as those who live in studios.

Think of one name: Lavender Chang. An upcoming photographer from Singapore, she did a project on the famous HDB accommodations in the district of’ Block 12’…


Housing and Development Board flats known as ‘public housing’ in Singapore. It is generally credited with clearing up the squatters and slums of the 1960s and resettling residents into low-cost state-built housing

However with these shots, I think it will be evident that HDB’s mean more than just that:

Courtesy of : http://www.lavchang.com/ Do check out her astonishing work

‘Hey Girl’

I just embarked upon an ongoing meme centering Ryan Gosling , called ‘Hey Girl’. I know we all love this man to bits so I don’t think this meme will die out so soon!

You Sweet Beast. Slurp.

What the hey is this Meme thingo?

The term ‘Internet meme’ is used to describe a concept that spreads via the Internet. The term is a reference to the concept of memes, although the latter concept refers to a much broader category of cultural information. It should be pronounced to rhyme with ‘cream’.

clotted cream

An Internet meme is an idea that is propagated through the World Wide Web. The idea may take the form of a hyperlink, video, picture, website, hashtag, or just a word or phrase, such as intentionally misspelling the word “more” as “moar” or “the” as “teh”. The meme may spread from person to person via social networks, blogs, direct email, news sources, or other web-based services.

Apparently, the basic concept behind the hilarious blog, F**k Yeah! Ryan Gosling, is: What if you and Ryan were involved, and he said “Hey Girl” a lot? Examples :

What the guy actually has to say:

Love Thy Master

My stout tailor, or ‘Master Ji’ has his own workshop in a 2 x 3 hole on the corner of a corridor in the heavily polluted car park of a market place. His eyes have grown smaller and darker over the past year and a half, ever since the widowed lady who employed him and his men at a reputable Stitching-Tailoring shop near the entrance of the market place, realized that the venture was too much to maintain. The business had shut down within 2 days, and well Master Ji decided to grab the best two tailors of the kharkhaana and start his own little thing. His clients have remained loyal to him through the dark murky times where they have had to choke and splutter on sudden bursts of fumes of exhaust vents leading down directly above the tailor’s shop, scream till their jaws ached on top of the deafening hum of mega-electricity generators that groan and shriek diagonal to Master Ji’s long flat table. Yesterday this table was found inside the shop itself, with a new face sewing behind it. He was squished in such a way that the mind boggled when it tried to map out a possible exit route. Inspectors had decided to survey the area and opined that the flat table was a security hazard of some sort-forget the vents, the tiny corridor suffocated with open wires, that goddamn table had to be inside the shop or they would be out.

Master Ji’s supervision over his worker men (never more than two at a time) has been efficient on a general level, despite the ups and downs, or rather the too-loose and too-tights. His main talent (thanks to me- a behenji who thinks that buying branded clothes from malls is a waste, when there is so much good running material  and skilled labour around) lies in the ability of copying designs from magazines-especially chic cuts from editorials. People usually donate magazines to him , or forget them there, or are promised that they will be returned once he has made something for his wife. Flipping through them for immediate inspiration is great.

But sometimes things get so tempting you just want to rip them apart. Today I ripped a few pages from a Grazia magazine dated to 2008.

I was flipping away when I saw (in my opinion) the most creative and endearing editorial shots taken of models in the setting of an Indian railway platfrom/train. As he was furrowing his dark eyebrows while listening to a client, I gasped and pressed my fingers down on the top edge of the page pulling it with a loud RRrriiip! (the generators don’t function during winter) He stopped and gave me a few “what the hell are you doing to my property” blinks. I showed him the spread of a girl in tiny shorts and shook my head at him “It’s not like you’d ever make THIS would you?”-he shook his thick carpet of hair back in response. This happened 5 more times when he began to chew on a tiny white toothpick with his front teeth more violently than ever. I had to give him that smile (you know the one where you have to scrunch up your nose)  and put the magazine down….

One Way or the Other

I’m currently reading two books at the same time. I’m not sure if it’s a common thing- or normal even, but it sure does make things rather thrilling. Especially when it’s
4am and you’ve got the story lines confused. It just adds a little spice to something that’s already so beautiful…Like some cutting cinnamon with a dash of cardamom to a sweet vanilla cupcake. People have told me that the habit is unhealthy for someone who wants to be a full-time writer. “How can you be a writer if you can’t focus on one story or a book?” They ask without wanting a thoughtful answer. I have also been told that such a thing will only further exacerbate my mild attention deficit disorder.

Sometimes it’s nice to have a double sided approach. By reading two completely different books, won’t I get a more varied perspective on life and the world? I guess it’s” commendable”  for a literature student to read a classic and the modern equivalent of it in some graphic novel, since it would heighten his/her understanding of the text and the times, however that person would be slightly overloading his/her brain with the same information in two different forms. It’s like watching these two old movie clips :

These two movies have the same plot, and were made in the same year:

I found something more worthwhile though…When I watched the trailer of this film, it reminded me of another movie with a similar title:

The Funny-Light version:

The Heart Wrenching Depressive one:

So you see two similar types of stories which have been coloured in by totally different shades. I would love to wrap myself in a thin old woolly blanket with chewy chips to watch these two together one day-pausing one movie half way, to do the same with the other and resume back to it again. Yes that would be extremely nerve racking for the person who happens to join me for the session, but I think it’ll be an experiment worth the grouchy company.

Hands Up!

Well winter’s definitely catching up here in Delhi now, without the monsoons of course. I can safely tell everyone that when I wake up I can’t see the railing of my balcony and when I sleep, the ‘moon don’ shine’ because of the bloody fog….

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