Emptiness

My granddad passed away on the 9th. So blogging is off for some time. I don't even know who I am giving this explanation to. 

How to create a time capsule: A step by step guide

This is the first of its kind post on Pigeonheadophobia. It's my first How To and it's my first post on Time capsules. 

Creating time capsules is one of the many projects I will take up this year. 

So what exactly is a time capsule?

A time capsule is a historic cache of goods or information, usually intended as a method of communication with future people and to help future archaeologists Time capsules are placed with the intention that they will be , anthropologists or historians. Time capsules are sometimes created and buried during celebrations such as a World's Fair, a cornerstone laying for a building or at other events. Time capsules are placed with the intention that they will be opened or accessed at a future date. Source : Wikipedia


A time capsule can be created b anyone. I love the idea of a time capsule because I feel it's necessary for the future to know what the past was. 

How to create your own time capsule: 

A step by step guide

Sunday blogpost delayed

Today was a weird day. It started off really well. We saw a silly movie.  And  we shopped. And was fine. 

But right I am I am feeling weird. I am not exactly upset, but neither am I happy. Feeling bleh. I think I have Sunday evening blues. I have to get back to work tomorrow and I am really sleepy. I just want to lie down, quietly and not be disturbed by anyone. I just don't want to think  and I don't want to talk to anyone! 

I really don't want to talk to anyone. 

I'll probably go to sleep and post this tomorrow. I am too bored and tired to switch on my laptop. 

So bye.

( I recorded this last night on my phone and it's only fair that I post this today. I do have another post for today :D) 

Adios. Next post up soon!

I am cheating on my boyfriend but he doesn't seem to mind

It was at the age of 19 that I developed my love for cooking. I may not like the chopping part, the rest of it; I love. And I  am not exactly a foodie but  I adore feeding them. 

Cooking, collecting recipes' trying them, baking; gives me as much joy as writing does. I had never thought I would enjoy any activity as much as I enjoy writing but I do! And it amazes me!

A week ago a friend of mine told me how I can smoke vegetables easily without  using any expensive equipment. It's simple and cost effective. 

So the next day I bought some charcoal, skewers and an earthen pot and today I tried smoking half a green capsicum. 

So here's how you do it:

Ours is not a mere paragraph; a short story or novel. Ours is an infinity of words.

Did you know that

 when I share  love quotes

 with you,  I mean them?

 I may not have written them

 but I relate to every word.

 I wish you were the kind

 to get poetry, I wish you

 loved poetry.

Who would marvel over Eliot

 and Kafka and Murakami and

O’Henry and Shakespeare and

Pablo Neruda and obscure

writers who touch me with their words.

I know everyone is not

wired the same;

and there are so many things

we do have in common;

and there are so many things

I don't get about you ;

and there are so many other things

about me that you DO get.

Yet I crave for this too.

Because words, simply put;

are beautiful, in every possible way.

 And I don't know if you know

 the nuance that separates

always from "Always".

Or that gibberish also has meaning.

And that "lost in translation" is a real thing.

 And I don’t say it but wish

 you understood when I make

literature references.

Or that I refrain from making them

coz it's too difficult to explain the context.

 And that by the time I do explain,

the spontaneity of saying it gets lost.

I will always have other people

to talk poetry but

sometimes I wish I could talk about them

with you too.

Because I want to be able to

talk about everything with you.

We are not made of atoms;

 whatever science claims.

We are made of stories.

That is NOT a romantic notion.

 And I guess being practical

and not caring for romance

is a facade for the world.

I have never been a cynic.

And I still wish that flowers never die.

And I laugh when I say this

and I hate to admit

that I am, after all

a romantic.

And if you're my Fitzwilliam

and I  your Elizabeth;

we still don’t have

our very own dance yet.

And when I found you, I knew

you were my Flynn, Ron and Darcy

all rolled into one.

But I wish I could tell you that.

One day I will; and if you're listening

you will hear me whisper:

Will you be Jim to my Della?

 (and I will be hoping that you say “Always.” )

~Anjee Bhatia

27^th November 2013

Dedicated to A, my poetic license.