This is the personal blog of Amit Karmakar about web, mac & life in Sydney, Australia
Just wanted to say thank you. It takes courage to be this open and honest about ones own self and acknowledge others especially strangers. Thank you for your kind email.
Hi Friend
I just finished exploring your website and I have to say that it is clear that there is a lot of talent behind the designs that you create.
Maxine’s flying high in the sky. Up above in the troposphere stratosphere above the clouds and all this humdrum living…far far away — only to be witnessing the majestic totally unparalleled Himalayas peeking through a sea of mystic cloud… I was born and brought up not too far away from the Himalayan ranges myself and have always loved the sumptuous splendid of mountains. It is innate to me. But thats not why I write this entry in fact it is for a quite different reason This morning I was pleasantly woken up by a rather intersting SMS. Oh Maxine you rock! Already miss you but I know you are gonna have a lot of fun! You go gurl!
Transcript: Sitting in seat 69A. I’m going 2 take this as a good omen
Friday surely was a very exciting day on two counts. One, I met up my a very old chat friend Danny after having only known him for 6 years and a bit. Wow! and two - I got pulled over and…. The internet is a living breathing space and here is proof again - it can and does transform lives, bring people closer, build bridges and can also help widen friend circle only if one is open enough. So there I was dashing off to Ultimo from St Leonards in peak traffic and then onto Hornsby and then onto dinner and then all the way over the Harbour Bridge to Bondi. Driving down Oxford street, Darlinghurst in the middle of the night on a Friday night dare I say… is not the best experience in the world and just as it should happen Danny and I were having a rather engaging conversation about the population of India and %$#^% I ran a red light!! $#%#@$^ My ephemeral elation of having gone unnoticed came to a precipituous end in the next ten seconds maybe twenty — we got pulled over by the cops. Our very interesting conversation had abruptly disengaged. The music inside the car seemed almost inaudible. My heart was pumping harder than I knew, was tad nervous and I said to Danny well there goes my budgeting for the weekend not that I really do that a lot There is always retail therapy to be done you know
I toyed with the idea if i should really write this entry and after two days of discernment I’m happy to say I decided for it. The reason for my dilemma is merely because this is fairly personal to me. But better judgement prevailed. Most that i write here is personal anyway so how does it matter? I bought ‘The Zen of CSS design’ during the WE05 conference. This book was co-authored by Dave Shea and Molly Holzschlag. And while Molly was right here in Sydney I decided to get it signed by her. I have never got a book signed before partly because of my belief of the fact that authors, at the end of the day, are mere mortals too. I just don’t see myself falling prostrate for them BUT with a few exceptions. I simply adore Molly’s passion for life, her zest and enthusiasm for making a difference. I admire the way she speaks right out of her heart and the way she writes her blog and the many that attack her (you’d know this if you read her blog) only leaving her more un-deterred :). The way she carries herself and above all the humble being she is even though she has been coined “one of the greatest digerati” and deemed one of the Top 25 Most Influential Women on the Web. Yet her humbleness and human-ness is touching! There is something about her thats totally charismatic, totally touching!
Continue reading ‘Molly signed my book’
This is a monologue I wrote in my creative writing class yesterday. Unedited, raw and in fifteen minutes flat. Yep! you got it, don’t judge
I cannot quite tell the colour of her eyes. I see green, tiny patches of soft china blue, green, more green and a smidge of yellow.
Am sure there are many ways of getting attention not sure I was doing this to get any b-u-t just after work I sat here at my desk and felt like painting an image I’ve had on my mind the last few days… oh look what I got in the next fifteen minutes…
Can one love a song this bad? Heres proof! And having looked high and low and asked friends who didn’t have the lyrics that refered me right back to google again (thanks! LOL) I decided I’d do it myself… Strange that Chillout Session website provides all the music info you need but not the lyrics!! The number that I SO LOVE is — ‘Growing On Me‘ by Taurine from Chillout Sessions 5, CD number 2, track number 15. Have a listen (low quality i must warn you).
Here’s the lyrics I figured… if there is something missing do tell. And if you love this song as much as I do lets meet up we will have a blast
The weather has been glorious, the sun shining bright and just right to give you that soft winter warmth, the sky — blue with little or no cloud, the breeze slightly chill, gentle and soft… its been such a beautiful day — such a beautiful weekend indeed! Catching up with friends, spending time with few treasured ones, going for a walk in the lovely comforting sun soaked winter day reminds me of my childhood… I don’t know the corelation but it makes me reminisce the nostalgia of the once less complicated life of a boy named Amit. That doesn’t necessarily imply life is any bad now, maybe just not as simple as it always used to be.
Yeah well, I though I’d better… Chumki has started blogging in earnest…for now its just a profile page but I hear rumours about podcasting… well you never know… do check it out…
A funny visual went past my mind just then… imagine you lived in a high rise building in a populated city.. .well hence the high rise… real estate was a premium and obviously you lived close to the train station… just that in crowded places you rather commute by train than your own wheel-barrow. Now think that the station was really close by… probably so close to the building, no scratch that… it was right under the very building you lived in… so every time a train went past you’d hear the noise… just enough to let you know of approaching and departing trains… hmm, wow doppler effect comes to mind… alright… you were having dinner with your buddies hmmm well with people… strangers… you had picked up off an internet chat.. and … a train came by and the building shook up a little bit… like a tuning fork on low frequency… and while at the table, well I hope, seated with your honarary strangers — stuffed plates in front… and the plates moved in a synchronised bouncy twitch and went on over close to the person on your right… hmmm… okie I am going nuts! But.. it was funny… *cracks up*.
A couple of weeks back Monica turned 40! We had a blast at her birthday party at Al Mustafa’s on Glebe Point Road. The food, the company, belly dancing… you name it. There were quite a few of us. Well 18 from memory or maybe 19. Thank you Monica for inviting me over, it was lovely to see you and your close friends.
Think am on a roll, there were days and weeks I didn’t write a bit and now am all fired up… only this time with a lot more personal stuff…. did I say I’m quite a private person?
Yeah you guessed it… this could be asked in many different ways and in different situations but what seems to the usual societal conditioning is the fact that if you show you are too eager (sometimes just eager) in an ensuing date/relationship it may be detremental! The idea somehow doesn’t hold water for me, then again what would I know about relationships when I haven’t had much luck myself 
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Continue reading ‘Showing eagerness to your loved one? Bad?’
It was a glorious day yesterday. Although I started with a sore throat, a bit of headache and that touch of ‘fatigue’ I knew deep down somehow that it was going to be a remarkable day… And it really turned out to be one. If only I could express how beautiful the feeling was or how relaxed and comfting the day, how memorable the evening or how emibriating the night… I’d probably fall short one way or other even with my choicest superlatives. It was a day when everything came together just at the right time and in the right proportion.
It was a day when I felt, as if I were a teen again. I felt rejuvinated within. I felt intoxicated with my youth, my ideas, my passion, about love, about venturing further and beyond and about letting myself BE. It wasn’t till the day was coming to an end that I realised something about my life had started to change. I stopped and looked up at the star studded night sky. I could almost see them twinkle against the black velvet. It mollified me! I noticed the evening mist more clearly than before and I spent time with people who mean to me. I spoke with friends near and far, I made someone catch a shooting star. By this time I had known, something within said — ‘You’ve grown!’
And there I was sitting in the cold waiting for my city-bound train to arrive on platform number one in Hornsby. No I don’t have a car. Yet! So there I was waiting for my train to arrive on a dry but very cold and windy night. The kind of night you feel good company or an engrossing fiction helps more than being battered in the winter chill. I sat on the edge of one of those metal platform benches. On the other end of the same bence was a guy — his face turned away in anticipation of a train. I probably assumed there but I think I was right. Yes we were both looking down the railway tracks as far as we could see… the floroscence glow from the low overbridge lights in the distance lit the tracks in places. It was cold indeed. Soon I heard a little murmur! A burly gentleman inquiring about the trains to one of the railway cleaners…. two consecutive trains had been cancelled! Customers are going to be a little irate for sure and it was a Saturday night! Cold and misty. About 3 degrees C!
Soon enough this same old gentleman was standing right in front of me…he was obviouly waiting for the eye contact and just as I looked up:
Harry, Kevin and I headed off to Toukley, Central coast on Saturday morning. Despite the threatening cloudy skies and light drizzle around Hornsby it cleared up a lot as we drove along. By the time we reached Canton beach it was a nearly clear sky. Wow what a change but chill as! Even during the day. Harry had booked in a Caravan park. Well, must admit I was NOT impressed! I’ve never stayed in a caravan Park, Eeeww! And dislike the very idea. Well this was a 3 star chalet. Phew! Right at the edge of the beach, Serene. Calm. Overlooking the black swans and huge pelicans drifting by and the sails afloat! Harry was forgiven!
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