Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The morning lessons.

I was seeing some of my videos and came across one of mine practicing tennis early in the morning. And since there has been many instances where I have lost all of my data I am going to upload this video here for safe keeping. (My children ought to see this).

But now I have developed a resentment for these sessions. Because it is giving my skin a lot of pigments especially over my nose and cheeks. Plus my acne gets aggravated by the sweat and then my skin tone looks uneven and I stare at the mirror all day and cry about it. Talk about girl problems! Someday I might hate tennis when I wrinkle a lot earlier than my contemporaries because I am ALWAYS out in the sun.
But if I don't play, I am going to sleep the entire morning and miss the morning classes. And I am going to be physically inactive leading to a lot of conditions that come along with it. I love tennis and I have been playing since I was in grade 5, but I didn't make much progress during the school years. It's just that I find lawn tennis awe fully a glamorous game!


Sunday, November 18, 2012

The Making Of David Villa.

I spent 4 hours over a span of 3 days to get this piece of art done. It isn't so great but it is definitely one of my best works. The details are awry at certain places but I had no idea how to work at the tiniest detail!

The result of the making of (David Villa) digital art and this will go after some more provisions into my deviantart collection.
Have a great weekend.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Diksha speaks

Always compete with yourself because if you compare yourself with others there are many flaws to the equation. The universe has no equal for that. Your only equal is you and you have got to try to be better than the equal you are today.

I am feeling excessively optimistic tonight.

And with these words I go to sleep and going to wake up tomorrow for a great day. Make everyday laughable little by little because laughing even for silly reasons feel good. 

                                     pE@c3- dr.Diksha.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Angry for what reason.

(Expressing my anger and frustration. Maybe someday I would write a poem that genuinely ignites the pain of anger to my readers, not that I write so well).

Pernicious heart yield lethal results
The poison in me has spread.
Awakens the deadliest of the cult
(Of course its all in my head)
And even though its all the play of my brain
And I can absolutely control what I think
But never what I feel and so I maintain
This growing anger that doesn't shrink.
It is fed with the on-going confusion.
Many a times I find myself slow
I try to work, to play, to reason.
It's just that I keep falling down below.

The toxicity that poisons me has spread
I am no longer myself I am lethal.
The longer the feel stays in my head
It cripples my heart and apocryphal.
The burden doesn't go it has excoriated me.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Roller skatin.

I started skating when I was in grade 7 and I still maintain that Avril Lavigne has been the most influential person in my life when it comes to coolness.

And this image is not an extract from some horror movie. It's a clip of me skating through the corridors and the GIF quality is pretty bad. (This post was just an excuse for me to post this GIF image).
P.S. The AON football t-shirt was given to me by my brothers and I NEVER wear it when I go outside because there are some guys in my college who wear this kind of t-shirt.


Friday, November 9, 2012

Being the man she wanted.

The blue hair gel was container was nearly empty but he kept squeezing out more. His hair was not like what he wanted. Not like what she wanted. She had said spikes, not so prominent but visible enough "to give a boyish and a manly look at the same time". He wanted to be good enough for her.

Today he would show her he could be authoritative. He would no longer be a "follower who waits for his leader to lead by" anymore. After several shapings, he picked his nearly empty perfume spray. It was old but it smelled still the same and he sprayed it carefully not to let its vapor evaporate away from his body. Wasting was not an option for him.

It was a beautiful morning and he had his friends waiting for him at the casualty. His friends giggled upon seeing him. 
"This is a hospital and not a fashion show dude" said that boy with large spectacles.
He blushed,  "I bathed twice this morning. Maybe that's why I appear nice today."
The other boy prodded his spikes and said, "Oh so you get spikes on bathing more than once huh?"

They laughed and he felt slightly uncomfortable but their gathering was short lived. There were sick people everywhere in no time and his spikes outshone everything else. The nurse eyed him suspiciously. The spikes were no threat but his new attitude was. He was rushing forward pushing everyone behind to do something, anything. The problem was he wasn't behaving a medical student today. He was a doctor. He was a Leader.

She came in to the sickly ward with a pallid face as always. He stood there like a tall monument and he was storming. He appeared fierce and mighty while he ordered a nurse so many times his senior. She loved that man. She had finally got that man out of this nerdy little boy.

She didn't notice a hoard of angry nurses. She didn't even see his friends who appeared "too uncool all the time". Their eyes met and all she saw was a lion ruling his territory. He loved her dearly and how very pretty she was and he was sure he made that impact because her eyes were dreamy and smiling. He saw her real smile which was a very rare sight indeed. This filled him with pride and he thought he must be doing right whatever madness he fallen into.

Lunchtime it was and he had never experienced the passage of four hours in what felt like a few minutes. This manly transformation sure was dramatic as well as fun.

They were to eat lunch together at the college cafeteria. They always dined there and he had lessons there on being a gregarious person. First it's "the appearance, the style and everything else comes later" she had taught him.

But today he lead her to their table. And then he started to gobbledegook about his victory over the nurses and his superior medical knowledge, a smart nerd he was few hours ago now transformed into an unknown and unpleasant bloke. 

And he just wouldn't stop his gobbledegook for she had told him "an interesting person uses smart words at right places and will tell his interesting anecdotes of the day". How could one change so much in such a short span of time? She was thrilled and didn't seem to miss that little boy who had loved her so much. Now that he was a "man" did he still all the same worship her?

At the end of the day when he came back to his hostel room he was completely famished. Boy! Being a "man" surely took up a lot of energy. And he looked at his empty gel container and went to ask his friends if any one of them had gel left for tomorrow he needed to be what she wanted too.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

I got me a Brand New Header.

I had this header painted a week ago and I would proceed with it had my smart science-oriented boyfriend not pointed out that my 'diagram' is wrong.

What is so wrong in this cute digi-paint?

And he said, in his superior tone that my rainbow is scientifically incorrect. The red has to be on the outer side of the bow and then he jibber-jabbered on and on why is it that way and I listened perplexed, amazed and feeling dumb too.
He is extremely observant and fast. Good for me.                                           

                                                     pE@ce-dr. Diksha.

The Wedding.

I have had never attended anyone's wedding when I was in my country. Strange as it is since I have lived there for 17 years and never been to a marriage (except that one me and my best friend went to to eat dinner i.e in urban terms "crashed the wedding"). 
Personally I prefer Christian marriages. The white flowing gown and the red red lipgloss with red red roses entice me like no other feeling can. I want to get married in the white wedding gown and my boy should be in his best tuxedo with his best man and say 'I do' to my everything.
I don't know how a Bhutanese wedding looks like. Indian weddings are diverse as I have learnt here. 28 states, 7 territories makes up 35 different ways and many more regional differences. But their style has the distinct red glittery sari and the bride always looks so beautiful and there are lots o light, flowers, sweets-pompous, joyous and glamorous!

So far my 3 years stay in India and I have already attended one. Few days ago we were invited for one of my (girl) classmates wedding. 
Needless to say "a picture speaks a thousand words"...

And if you intend to eat a lot then sarees are a to be totally contraindicated because you never know when your belly swells up for the whole crowd to see.

                                                  pE@cE- dr.Diksha.