Saturday, May 28, 2011

My mind forgets the places my heart's been to. Stupid.

It’s amazing. I thought it was about time I take out my Brahma book and stick some old stuff, so I went to my drawer like it was no biggie, and took out the pouch I knew had all the letters and wrappers and MEMORIES of the most amazing four years of my life.
The first thing I saw was the hundred rupee note my chemistry teacher from 9th grade (CRS) gave me because I’d tied him a friendship band for Friendship day.

Thursday, May 26, 2011


This was bound to happen. :)

No Name No.5 – Elliott Smith. 

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Dante Havisham.

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Alright, it’s Mozzie. Mozzie! Million <3's. :)                     |
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Castle - The Season Finale. *sniff*

The only words that are coming out of my mouth right now are “Shit.” and "No." so I’ll just cap some main pictures and leave the rest to you when you see. And I’m putting it under a cut ‘cause every word is a spoiler.

Ahem. It was epic.
*returns to crying mode*

Sunday, May 15, 2011

I never imagined.

That I would enjoy the trip to the Gandhi Ashram this much.
Well. Maybe not enjoy. I found myself wanting to capture every inch of the wall displays. It was pretty cool. Or maybe it’s been too long since I went to a museum. I don’t know.
I took TOO many pictures to show. I had to grab my Dad’s phone, too, since the memory in the phone I used was close to zero.

This is the Ashram from the outside, in Ahmedabad. It's bigger than it looks. They've adopted a whole section of 'Q&A' sort of displays. The answers are mostly what MKG really gave. 

A board I found: 

If you don't know Gandhi, I suppose this sums up his general theory. He was the one who gave the meaning to the word 'Satyagraha'.

The original ashram. \o/ It's TOTALLY different now.

Since no was sitting on it, I guess that bench and those pillows weren't touched after Gandhi used them. 

Yeah! There was a model of the final part of the Salt Satyagraha! Nice! That's Gandhi bending down. They walked, like, 240 miles or something. 

He made sure none of his letters were interpreted as threats.

His spinning machine! :)

A caricature depicting the British Govt. And here are real documents MKG wrote. 

I took it for his handwriting. :D 

What these people had to say about him.

His wife, Kasturba Gandhi, and him. He was 13, married to her when she was 14, and he called her Ba. I accidentally read it as Blah. It's not an offence if you don't get it. ;)

Lots of more pictures. These are the best. 

His name in different languages. M. K. Gandhi. I think I like him because he conquered the hearts of the world without special effects or even lifting a finger. 

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


Ashley! I always wanted to get to know his character. Turns out he's kinda sweet. And smart! He got all the colleges he applied for? Wow.

Laughed out loud towards the end of this scene. It was cliche, but I didn't mind even a bit. 

"Mr. Castle?" 


"Sorry to bug you at work, but Alexis established a no - calls, no - contact policy..."

"Yeah, she told me."

"... look, I made a big mistake. I thought if I chose Stanford, Alexis would think I was blowing her off. Instead she's mad at me because I chose her over where I wanna go to school.

"So now I'm going to Stanford, which is where I wanted to go in the first place, but -"

"- but if you call her and tell her that, she'll be even angrier at you for blowing her boundaries."

"Exactly, look, I think Alexis and I can really make the whole long-distance thing work, I really do!..." 

"Can you tell her that? Would you talk to her for me?"

Me: *cough. coughcough.*

Castle's half-mouth-drop expression. I bet he's thinking of the past, the same things I'm thinking. Like the first time Castle purposely broke in on Ashley and Alexis. 

"Oh, the gun. My bad." 

"Please. Ashley. Stay."

"You can check out the gun."


"Actually, I - I appreciate it. It must have been very hard to come down and talk to me, today, but... 
I just don't think it's very appropriate for me to -"

"Mr. Castle?"

My eyes become more observing.

"Have you ever been crazy about someone who's determined to push you away?"


"Hey Castle, I... oh. Sorry guys."


Why is Ashley staring at her, too? Oh. I'msorry. I'msosorry. :) *biteslip*

Saturday, May 7, 2011

My first time alone.

In an airport. All by myself.

I remember some people telling me, “Oh, wow! That’s amazing! I’d do ANYTHING to go on an airplane alone!” Well, I have four words to say about going to an airport alone for sixteen year olds like me who’ve never done that before.

Hell must be better.

I wish I was exaggerating. Maybe it was my luck. Maybe it’s my fate that everything I did until I reached Mumbai went wrong some way or the other.

My grandparents had asked their go-to guy the day before for a driver to take us to the airport at 11:45 AM, since the flight was at 1:30. Either the guy had a memory problem or he was already mad, ‘cause when he called at 12:00, he simply replied that he had forgot, and that he was on a boat in Kodaikannal, @##$#%@&%$.

So we caught two autos, one for the luggage and my grandfather, and another for my grandmother and me.

It was HOT. Hot would be an understatement. Hot air blew through my eyes, and the sting lasted until the night, even after I got my sunglasses out. We got there on time, thankfully, and but there was a small confusion on the way to the gate I don’t even want to say in detail. Stupidest thing ever.

So I got to the ticket counter with my FIITJEE IDC, somehow already tired, and I start stammering in the name of telling what place I’m going to.

“Baroda. Vadodara. I mean, Mumbai. Jet airways?”
That’s precisely what I said. I got an eyebrow raise.
*facepalm* “Bombay.”
“Are you sure?”

And I blinked for a while, wondering whether that was just a polite way of laughing in my face. I finally got the ticket, a printed string of letters, and I said goodbye to my grandparents.

I remember thinking that the tough part was over.


“Move!” someone behind me shouted. My trolley was too heavy to meet his requirements, though.
The bag I took was… complicated. It wasn’t your average pulling thing with the pullable long handle. It was something like a large ball with lots of straps and four wheels underneath. A heavy ball. I had to check that in all by myself with a huge line of grumpy people.

The phone in my pocket started ringing when I tried to lift my bag to get the tag thing. I had to ignore it, but before that could even register in my mind, I got shouted at yet again. :| :|

Then I pushed the trolley to the check in counter to what I thought was the end of the line. 
Well. What I thought was terribly wrong. I don't even have to say what everyone behind me in the actual line told me.

So after a long time, I went to the place they check hand luggage, and that was probably the only place nothing drastic happened. I first took my cell phone with me to the patting-down area, though, but that was no big deal. Just had to run and give it and stand in the line again.

It was 12:45, and 12:50 was the boarding time. I ran with a heavy school bag on my shoulders and a laptop bag in my hand.

I went to Gate 5 and stood somewhere around since the sign said that they were boarding passengers on the flight to Hyderabad. I called my father and told him everything I could until I noticed a new line start to form. I went there, and the time was around 1:00, so I was sure it was the line for Mumbai.

Until the whole line started dissolving. I stared blankly.

A lady with a pink shirt said some gate number and "First floor!" and I STUPIDLY thanked her and ran up the steps. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That was one mistake I could have avoided.

After I ran up the steps (the escalator actually wasn't working. I mean, come on, it's an airport!), I stood at that gate for two minutes.

Then my senses came back to me, 'cause I tapped the shoulder of the person in front of me and asked him/her, "Chennai to Mumbai?"

Head shake. "Delhi."

AAAH!! I ran like a lunatic. It was a miracle that the plane I was boarding was late and I could make it two minutes before the boarding. 

Don't ask. I don't remember where this is. 

i plopped down on my seat. I must have looked terrible, 'cause someone in the plane helped me put my bags up and offered to buy me a drink later. I fell asleep while I was talking.

It was a two hour flight. I woke up about ten minutes before the plane landed, and my ears hurt for a good one hour afterwards. I talked to my parents, and then Kaushika for twenty three minutes, which cooled me down. I remember her asking me why I was talking that softly. I simply couldn't hear anything at all, and I really didn't want to shout in that quiet Mumbai airport.

The second flight sort of made up for the first flight. There were two hours between the two flights, so I settled down with the latest Reader's Digest, two paneer wraps and a cup of awesome hot chocolate. 

The hot chocolate was extraordinary. :) I loved it. The second flight wasn't that bad. It was delayed by 45 minutes, though, as though it just had to satisfy the way that nothing went smoothly in the whole trip.

So. To all those people who think going on a flight alone is exciting. Well.

It sure is.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

To Love and Die in LA - Castle.

This week's episode was awesome! Lots of awesome scenes.

When Beckett left for L.A on her own to solve the murder of an old friend we've seen before, since Captain Montgomery said he wouldn't let her fly there due to close-ness issues, Beckett decides to go on her own during her holidays, not as a cop and stuff.

Everyone somehow knew Castle would be on the same flight.

This is the first time Castle drove a car on the show. Or so I think. 

Of course, Castle made sure Beckett would stay in his suite, and they started working and stuff.

Castle: (after some guy leaves) This is so weird.
Beckett: What?
Castle: I dressed up as him for Halloween. 


"I did too."

I love it when these two fist bump! *g* 


Beckett's reaction to seeing the two guys who were going to play Javier and Kevin was classic. 

"It was a huge break - through -"

"........................ I've got her address."


"That is just creepy." 

Dissolving bullets! :D

And again, I make the unnecessary comparision between Peter Burke and Kate Beckett. To my belief, unless Peter Burke had a warrant, he would never do anything illegal. He's worked behind the Bureau's back before for Neal, but Kate readily does the stuff that would be illegal even though she didn't have her badge.

That's her, picking a lock. Which is odd, 'cause she normally kicks the door down when the person inside doesn't respond. Guess civilians have more etiquette. *shrug*

And *sneer* after they see a bit of stuff, the LAPD somehow has to come running the same instant. I wasn't able to get a proper snap of the beautiful moment when Beckett was actually trying to escape from a cop. 

Very blurry. :(


"Will Captain Montgomery really fire you?"
"So we're going back to New York."
"Hell no."

"You know what I thought when I first met you?"

"That you were a mystery I was never going to solve."


And just before she goes into her room, Castle calls her, but she just turns around and says good night.


And hey! Afterwards, Beckett pokes him twice because he kinda made a mistake. 

But most of all, I LOVED it when Beckett jumped off the bridge onto the sand. I was on the phone 
when it happened, and the whole thing was crazy.

I know, I know, this is blurry too. But the moment was fantastic!

And in the end, she reads the letter she first found in his jacket, the last part she had left out before. Royce had written about her relation with Castle. Now I'm starting to wish he wasn't dead.

"Now here's the hard part, kid. I know you and Castle have something real. And you're fighting it. But trust me. Putting your job in front of your heart is a mistake. Risking our hearts is why we're alive.

The last thing you want in your life is to look back and wonder...  

... if only.