Words

the talking pictures tag

pictures that talk and tell you a lot…

i’ve been tagged by starry starry nights. she writes good & somehow gets loads of clicks on her blog.
man, am i jealous.

anyways, that blog deserves this huge traffic. just have a look at,
http://stargazer-lalitha.blogspot.com/

here i go,

desired celebrity


sachin tendulkar or maybe the ‘me’ of future

sachin for all the humility he has, despite being the no.1 sportsperson in this part of the world & me because of the many promises i hold within.


want to do this someday


act in movies & theatre, be a vj & rj, make documentaries, write loads of stuff & hopefully get published too, bungee jump from the eiffel tower, be the big name in the indian advertising industry, travel all around the world, buy a football club, heck, why not travel to uranus & back…


this life is too short to do all the things i wanna do.

god i need more.

a place i would wanna visit


this is really difficult, i’ll list the first three spots that came into my mind.

the valley of flowers in uttaranchal, india

the pyramids

the city of vienna

basically sweetheart, the world is waiting.


random favourite

words. always.

was tagged by

lalitha, starry nights.

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old yellow me


Book by Graham Dean; Image: © Graham Dean/CORBIS; Photographer: Graham Dean; Creator Name: Graham Dean; Date Created: 1989

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Thu, 29 May 2003


Subject: a dreamy monday evening

a dreamy monday evening
intensely i tried to remember her
to think about her
but in vain i pursued
the images of past
it seemed even her memories had left me
dejected, i opened my eyes,
and she was there
my head in her lap
and her delicate fingers caressing my eyes
touchingly she asked
why do you search for me in rememberances past?
i’m here, and will always be there with you

the last time i’d met her, it was months back
the last time i talked to her, it was weeks back
but she’s still here with me
and i know she’ll always be

didn’t she said so?
as on my part

i do not need to remember her
not any more
cause she’s within me
how can i forget someone
someone who’s a piece of my soul…???????

adi ‘the dreamweaver’

my dear bard said, what’s in a name, a rose by any other name would still be a rose.

i must admit, i’ve chuckled n grinned a lot at all the confusion i’ve created, regarding the sudden decision to change my name. the mails n phone calls i’ve received reveal a variety of expressions, from cases of mistaken identity, to plain horror to mild surprises to full throated laughs – originating from deep within the belly. but those who know me a little deeply, were not surprised that much, they know how eccentric i can be at times, well, er, most of the times….

now to clarify a little bit,
first of all, it has not been a sudden decision, most of them r not in my case, but they do appear abruptly like a volcano being in the layers of mind for quite sometime – it might be days, weeks, months even years.

secondly, i’ve not changed my name as u guess, i still remain the one n only, true blue alok saini. all i’ve done is to collect all the sundry nicknames i was associated with, wrapped them in a nice polythene sheet ‘n threw them in the waste basket. okay, remove that polythene bit, it is not eco-friendly , use paper instead. now, for my convenience, ‘n resultantly urs too, i’ve decided that u should all call me adi. nice isn’t it??? one man- one name.

thirdly, this adi is not short of aditya or any other name like adil, adinath, adilabad or whatever. it is a small, sweet, truly complete word with a truly complete meaning in hindi. care to pick up that dictionary, no, okay, adi means the first one or the beginning. not etcectra pheebes 😉

now, i guess, i’ve removed all the cobwebs from ur mind. hope to give u some more shocks, some other time, some other day. and i would like the replies at my rediffmail id, but as it is down now, u can send a bcc to this hotmail id.

bye, take care, abracadabra, ooops!!!!!!!!!!! i’m gone, pearl, call me, again, save me…

love 4 life & life 4 love
thus, spake the dreamweaver

blimy old mail i found in hagrid’s inbox yesterday. i dont even have those mail-id’s now, still this was good. remembering those times…

i’ve often complained to god, he didn’t give me enough memories to hold on, to cherish, to live them again. like the ‘mirror of erised’ i’ve to cling on to every little piece of my past i liked. and there are not many. and i haven’t heard her voice since ages…

The Blue Room by Paul Uribe; Image: © Albright-Knox Art Gallery/CORBIS; Creator Name: Paul Uribe; Date Created: 1940

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the boy who wrote letters


This Week’s Topic @ Illustration Friday: Sticky
Illustration Friday is a weekly illustration challenge. A topic is posted every Friday and then participants have all week to come up with their own interpretation. Topics are picked each week from a list of suggestion that have been emailed by participants.
Illustration Friday was created by illustrator Penelope Dullaghan. Brianna Privett is the genius who helps with the technical side.
I’ve sketched anything after a long-long time 😉
Loved drawing & sketching a lot during my school days. Nobody thought i would become anything else but an artist. But, somehow along the road, i lost that ability to create magic with visuals. And words crept instead into my being.
Have been dying to make something on an illustration friday topic. This week’s topic is ‘Sticky’. So, what better than a postage stamp?
And tinkering with visuals, words just tumbled in. Maybe, i’ll sing this some day.
What matters most, i’d fun with colours after a long wait & then garnished them with words. Bless me.
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this weirdness of mine


tagged by aklant to list atleast six weird things about me, i’ve been scratching my head for the past one week or so. the world outside seemed full of weirdos & strangely there was nothing weird enough in me…
but i persevered and these are what i found. i respect my friends’ discretion enough to invite them to add to this list.

I,

  • often forget the difference between yesterday & tommorrow.
  • can’t eat without distracting myself from the actual eating process.
  • can’t walk in a straight line. zigzag works best for me.
  • sing old hindi songs when ‘m really blue. lata, rafi, mukesh & kishore are the favourites.
  • religiously go through every packaging instruction and mandatories.
  • ‘m too bad with locks. even if i’ve locked the lock properly, and i know it perfectly well, my whole day will be spent in dread of what if…
  • love water, but ‘m very much scared of any natural water body. something within tells me there is some crocodile/octopus/shark hidden below that’ll grab my leg and pull me down.
  • i sign blog comments putting the ‘word verification letters’ before my name.
  • being french cut/hagrid/dee’s friend ‘m fully qualified for any weirdness award.

and this can continue, provided i think hard and scratch more of my head.

and next, ‘m tagging jess, starry nights, meet_me, apsy, peenuts & dumbfunk.

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phir se teri yaad hai – VI


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a picture without posts

“jag ne cheena mujhse, mujhe jo bhi laga pyara
sab jeeta kiye mujhse, main hardam hi hara”


sometimes m scared of losing it all…
that, which i haven’t achieved yet
and what i’ve is not worthy to be… talked about

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teri yaad – v



for dee, the happiest person in this world…
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teri yaad – IV


a name that brings light into light…

and paris is romantic because it spells pairs

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a girl who talks too much


my dushman celebrates her birthday today

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