The Kalimpong Diaries

2011-04-30T05:39:00.000-07:00

Guess this place....

2009-06-15T01:08:00.000-07:00

Does this look familiar ??

Guess This Place???

2009-06-15T00:35:00.000-07:00

guess this place...

Days go by...

2007-04-21T09:41:00.000-07:00

Ladies,
I leave this post here to put a date and a word to describe our day here.
That way we can see who is having fun and who is fighting for world peace.
Yes fighting for ... world peace. get it? Fighting!
Never mind, I'm convinced I'm not funny.

So I begin
(like always)

STRICTLY ONE WORD. Cumming permitted.

April 21
slow
sleepy
smiley
generous
feelingfatlike

May 4
restless
slow
aching

July 10
lazy
boring
low

August 21
crazy mix
rain
cycling

2007-04-05T00:27:00.000-07:00

I don't know what to write so...

2007-04-04T05:15:00.000-07:00

Are you guys avoiding me?
You guys!!!!
DO you REMEMBER!

If I leave a comment on your blogs, you guys don't respond.
Every one is busy talking about hostel life and hostel friends.
I put your potraits here!!!!

Am I invisible?
Yes, that I am.
But I still exist you know!

Fine!
FINE!
(door bang)
Exit stage left

This is supposed to be a photo at Marble Stairs

2007-04-03T04:47:00.000-07:00

Ok. I know you guys don't like this right now. Ok you never looked like this and never will. Now just excuse my poor drawing and say something funny before i have to sulk.

Miss M.

2007-04-03T04:08:00.000-07:00

I made a drawing of Mahima and did something terribly wrong. Well, try not to spot it and try not to remind her of it. Also, the lips which are a typical of Miss M are very hard to perfect. They have been coloured on photoshop to save me and my drawing skills of ridicule. Nice cover up na? Looks like I only got the glasses right. See... it may not look like our very own Miss M but it looks like someone who must have lived or will live on the face of this earth someday so thats a considerable improvement and I must be congratulated, don't you think?

chamki

A treat of poetry: Hands by Siv Cedering

2007-01-15T08:58:00.000-08:00

When I fall asleep
my hands leave me.
They pick up pens
and draw creatures
with five feathers
on each wing.

The creatures multiply.
They say: "We are large
like your father's
hands."

They say: "We have
your mother's
knuckles."

I speak to them:
"If you are hands,
why don't you
touch?"

And the wings beat
the air, clapping.
They fly
high above elbows
and wrists.
They open windows
and leave
rooms.

They perch in treetops
and hide under bushes
biting
their nails. "Hands,"

I call them.
But it is fall

and all creatures
with wings

prepare to fly
South.

When I sleep
the shadows of my hands
come to me.

They are softer than feathers
and warm as creatures
who have been close
to the sun.

They say: "We are the giver,"
and tell of oranges
growing on trees.

They say: "We are the vessel,"
and tell of journeys
through water.

They say: "We are the cup."

And I stir in my sleep.

Hands pull triggers
and cut
trees. But

the shadows of my hands
tuck their heads
under wings

waiting
for morning,
when I will wake

braiding
three strands of hair
into one.

Posting something to save the life of this blog.

2007-01-14T11:15:00.000-08:00

We all have stories and its interesting how our stories connect.
If God is anything , I'm sure he is an excellent writer. For he connects our lives in ways we never thought of, in way we possibly can't think of. It amuses me how we met and how are now. The urge to meet to do something then a comfortable sort of passivity. Or am I just clueless again?
Anyway, since we plan to kill this blog, I, the only Satvik in this group (Ha! I just wanted to say that) step forward to do something. Because saying something is saying a lot sometimes. In this case, it might be a start.
College sucks our life out, at least mine. Simply travelling to college drains me of my energy and leaves me numb to everything around. I begin to live in a little imaginary world, with friends who live in the mirror. I can talk to reflections on tables, windows, any shiny surface. At least the face in the mirror moves, so what if its mine.
May be you are my reflections in real life. Only we don't know how real this world is. Another cave is it, Plato? Or an illusion like Sankaracarya says. I think we should just let the world be where it is and think about us for a while. What do you say?
I'm home next weekend like this one, feel free to drop by.

chamki

2006-11-11T10:42:00.000-08:00

I'm waiting for Mahima and Divya to upload todays photos. But they just seem more engrossed in other stuff. I guess It'll just have to wait. Seems like I'm always waiting for stuff to happen. Ah, well..

2006-10-28T23:29:00.000-07:00

Quote from a film I saw.
I think it means different things to me
and different things in the film.
I want good people to be lucky
why does it have to be either or?
I like the film but it makes me sad
for a million reasons.
You guys should watch it.

thoughts of you in kathmandu

2006-10-20T22:28:00.000-07:00

i made the loveliest
coffee
this morning
...rich and strong.
and drew it too!

thought of you guys.
and the
coffee guy.

..just letting you know :p

2006-10-20T00:43:00.000-07:00

Mahima Shrestha you are now saved on my hard drive
Officially!
You have a folder on my computer
with all the pictures and scans.

25 posts

2006-10-15T22:51:00.000-07:00

I completed 25 posts on pallavigurl! Ye!!
It took me seven months, but what the hell! It's an achievement.

'M'

2006-10-15T00:04:00.000-07:00

Chamki

2006-10-14T04:44:00.000-07:00

Chamki has been hoarding all the space on Kalimpong. Wait till Mahima and I get home and have computers of our own!

Comp. Lab Illu

2006-10-12T21:58:00.000-07:00

Chamki

Exams

2006-10-10T12:10:00.000-07:00

2006-10-10T06:54:00.000-07:00

Surprise!

Look>>>

We have fancy
new labels!

HELP!!

2006-10-09T12:00:00.000-07:00

They are brown and they are coming!
(Pallavi, no! Stop thinking that!)
While you are busy with click clack click clack
They are right behind your back!
Runnnnnn! Forest Runnnnn!
Or they will burn your bum!

I, Chamki, hereby declare that
I publish these words voluntarily,
knowing that I can be disowned
by my friends due to
the embarrassment caused
by this post.
XXX

To the new book and possibilities

2006-09-30T02:28:00.000-07:00

2006-09-29T21:20:00.000-07:00

One step ahead and two backwards
painting the windows
windows the paintings
paintings the windows
clarity focus sensitivity
hazy foggy mist
lazy dull unintelligent
boring slow passive
losing shine
chamki

To Vincent

2006-09-27T21:45:00.001-07:00

To artists
To dreamers
To lovers

To people like us
who love the song
and cry when we hear it

To everyone who shares
the starry sky with us

page written by Mahima
painted and posted by Chamki

I'm feeling sad.

2006-09-26T23:06:00.000-07:00

Thank God for this blog. At least some essence of "this" time in our lives will be captured here. I feel afraid of what is to come, but I look forward to it too. At the same time, I am already sad far what will not be anymore. And I am sad because I didn't sooner what could be. For not realising the possibilities.

But I love what we have. And I only have the best hopes for the future.

2006-09-26T22:50:00.000-07:00

dear tamatar and dear fungified slice,

your company makes me

think
laugh
be.

i wish we could have JUST this aspect of our current lives. forever. you know, just carry it around no matter where we are, where we go...

2006-09-19T11:15:00.000-07:00

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