Top 5 Tim Burton-Johnny Depp Collaborations

1. Dark Shadows

An imprisoned vampire, Barnabas Collins, is set free and returns to his ancestral home, where his dysfunctional descendants are in need of his protection from a witch.

2. Corpse Bride

When a shy groom practices his wedding vows in the inadvertent presence of a deceased young woman, she rises from the grave assuming he has married her.

3. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

The infamous story of Benjamin Barker, a.k.a Sweeney Todd, who sets up a barber shop down in London which is the basis for a sinister partnership with his fellow tenant, Mrs. Lovett. Based on the hit Broadway musical.

4. Sleepy Hollow

Ichabod Crane is sent to Sleepy Hollow to investigate the decapitations of 3 people with the culprit being the legendary apparition, the Headless Horseman.

5. Alice in Wonderland

19-year-old Alice returns to the magical world from her childhood adventure, where she reunites with her old friends and learns of her true destiny: to end the Red Queen's reign of terror.

Back Home...At Last!

My Artwork

This painting was inspired by Stephen King's novel 'Bag Of Bones'(Maine).

Stephen King's most gripping and unforgettable novel, Bag of Bones, is a story of grief and a lost love's enduring bonds, of a new love haunted by the secrets of the past, of an innocent child caught in a terrible crossfire. Set in the Maine territory King has made mythic, Bag of Bones recounts the plight of forty-year-old bestselling novelist Mike Noonan, who is unable to stop grieving even four years after the sudden death of his wife, Jo, and who can no longer bear to face the blank screen of his word processor. Now his nights are plagued by vivid nightmares of the house by the lake. Despite these dreams, or perhaps because of them, Mike finally returns to Sara Laughs, the Noonans' isolated summer home. He finds his beloved Yankee town familiar on its surface, but much changed underneath -- held in the grip of a powerful millionaire, Max Devore, who twists the very fabric of the community to his purpose: to take his three-year-old granddaughter away from her widowed young mother. As Mike is drawn into their struggle, as he falls in love with both of them, he is also drawn into the mystery of Sara Laughs, now the site of ghostly visitations, ever-escalating nightmares, and the sudden recovery of his writing ability. What are the forces that have been unleashed here -- and what do they want of Mike Noonan?

Based on Christopher Pike's book 'Sati' (Arizona)

I once knew this girl who thought she was God. She didn't give sight to the blind or raise the dead. She didn't even teach anything, not really, and she never told me anything I probably didn't already know.

On the other hand, she didn't expect to be worshipped, nor did she ask for money. Given her high opinion of herself, some might call that a miracle.

I don't know, maybe she was God. Her name was Sati and she had blonde hair and blue eyes.

For all who meet her, Sati will change everything. Sati may change everything for you.

My Pet Pigeon

Sun in 8th house (Scorpio's House)

A couple of astrological facts that have come true for me being a Sun in 8th house person..

1. No matter how much distance I try to put between my father's side of the family and me, I never am quite able to. Any joint allainces we strike up with them tend to be fruitful and links with them have always been beneficial. I tend to benefit more from links with them than with my mum's relatives.

2. I was separated from my dad for most part of my childhood when he'd gone abroad to the gulf and left me behind in India to stay with mum and the remainder of my family.

3. I'm an extremophile. I either really dislike something or absolutely love it. Same thing applies to personal relationships. I never grow fond of someone I hate at first sight...the hatred may get diluted..enough for me to interact with him/her professionally but it won't ever be true genuine affection.

4. I get even with enemies. Forgiving and forgetting isn't my kind of thing at all. I save all memories for later and get my revenge when the time and setting's right.

5. I never give up on the challenges that life throws at me. I keep overcoming obstacles and become stronger and more powerful with each one...never losing faith in myself. Like a Scorpio which regenerates appendages, I keep getting transformed with each problem I encounter and develop new qualities and skills that make better equipped to handle future obstacles. I may feel depressed once in a while but a new day brings new rays of hope.

6. I intimidate people I meet without being aware of it. They do admit to being a teeny bit scared of me because they've no idea what to expect and also due to my initial frosty attitude to them that eventually thaws off.

7. I tend to be psychic at times. I trust my instincts and am more inclined to listen to my gut feeling than anything else in times of emotional crisis.

8. I'm very interested in occult sciences such as astrology, tarot and numerology. Anything taboo tends to capture my attention. Criminal behaviour and psychology are two subjects I love reading up on and researching even more as compared to occult sciences.

9. People often think I'm upto no good and get paranoid regarding anything I do because of my deeply probing questions. Thing is, I can't help asking questions about what makes me curious... superficial small talk can never satisfy me. I'd rather go dumb and deaf rather than carry on casual conversations with people.

10. Complete strangers on the street are attracted to me in a way that's really weird to describe...as though I generate a magnetic forcefield around me that they can't resist or something. And no matter how modestly I dress, I attract stares from people wherever I go.

Knight of Swords

He realizes just how much he hates me,
every single time we exchange an SMS.
There isn't a single thing in this world,
the two of us can agree on.
'Love dies when bound in marriage', I say
'That's ridiculous', says he,
'The sanctity of marriage is one to be cherished for life.'

I hate him in turn,
for being so much like his logical sibling,
whose every action is dictated by mind,
every word uttered is thought over so much it loses emotional value
and the pros and cons of every decision made are weighed icily
using that trademark logic and reasoning
leaving the heart playing no role whatsoever.

We realize just how much we detest each other
and should have let go of our love-hate bond
years ago and would have lived never to regret it.
But for that extraordinary communication between us
that doesn't only flow...it leaps and bounces,
giving neither of us the will
to terminate it for good.

Cruel Me

What makes him think he's the most handsome guy on this planet? With a stick thin profile that could easily be blown away by the slightest breeze..his skin so greasy; no girl would ever want to look at him, let alone kiss him..his speech so heavily accented and never quite being able to get the message across with all his annoying lisping..His third grade english and his sickeningly huge ego that no one can ever pierce through...If I had the time I could go on and on with this many defects but I don't care any more. He's the kind of guy you could have fling after fling with and break his weak little heart into a million bloody pieces, but what's the use, if he never opens it up to anyone? I don't regret having told him to buzz off and get out of my life in the cruelest manner possible. I actually feel damn satisfied and quite happy with myself for standing up to such manipulation and abuse for the very first time.What's the most he can do anyway? Cry to his nice mama about what the mean girl next door said to her precious darling? Or drive off like a maniac on his scooter to complain to all his dumb friends who can't do shit about anything? I'm sorry I wasted precious time and phone credit on a selfish prick like him who couldn't know Love if someone slapped him in the face with it. I'm not the one in jeopardy of having had my heart broken this time...I haven't anything to lose since I closed myself to him a long time back leaving behind only the superficial small talk...the kind that frivolous socialites at high society parties are well versed with. It's time to begin a new chapter in my life and to close the previous one for good..and let go of you completely.

The Place I Call Home

Its strange how much I miss that place. I've tried ignoring that familiar pain of separation more than once..but it haunts me everytime I long for a little stability in a life that's prone so often to sudden, disruptive and very permanent chaos. Forget an emotionally stable life, is geographical stability too much to ask as well? I wish for those never-ending long lanes lit with their dim lamps after sunset, like strings of fireflies lighting up the infinite skies. I try enjoying the greenery that's now in abundance around me but end up thinking subconsciously of golden brown landscapes dotted with dusty floating greens that get camouflaged in it's shimmering sea of gold. I dream of those long walks in bright sunlight which beats down on you but never burns. It feels like I've left a part of my soul there. Which isn't surprising, considering it was there that I first truly fell in love and where I'd experienced the most painful heartbreak uptil date. I'd spend hours struggling to find stars which hid behind buildings in their desperation to avoid my gaze. It made me mad at the time but I now understand that they were just trying to help the fool who'd stuck her head too high up into the clouds to see how deep she'd have to fall once the illusions had faded. It was the beauty of the City which assisted the stars in their mischievous game of hide and seek. Something I'm now immensely thankful for. I can never appreciate the place that saw me being born into the world...not as much as the 'concrete jungle', which helped me find something precious that I'd risked losing forever.

STOLEN - Lucy Christopher

I recommend this lovely book written by Lucy Christopher, to all those readers who'd enjoy a well-written, forbidden and beautifully tragic love story. It speaks of the kind of love that's socially unacceptable; yet it doesn't fail to blossom between two individuals amidst the red sand dunes, scrubby terrain and scorching heat of the Australian outback. Tall, blonde and blue eyed Ty McFarlane kidnaps sixteen year old british Gemma Toombs at Bangkok Airport and takes her all the way to his homeland (Australia). She wakes up in a house located in the middle of nowhere with only the most basic facilities. She attempts to escape from him a couple of times and even tries to commit suicide once, only to be stopped forcefully...but continues to have hope that she'll one day be rescued. She learns to cope with the unbearable heat of the desert, all the while keeping a distance from her seemingly 'evil' abductor whom she once found so attractive. He refuses to believe that he did the wrong thing bringing her there, saying that he'd only just saved her from the empty, purposeless life of the city and brought her to a place full of spirit and meaning, where the stars at night show you the way and the entire place sings out secrets of the Universe. As time passes, she gradually begins to see him in a different and more positive light. His creative style of artistic expression by painting himself with colours from his natural surroundings, the tearful moaning in his sleep that seemed to come from deep within his soul, the hurt visibly etched in his features whenever he speaks of his neglected childhood and of parents who never cared...touches her deeply. She opens herself up to his magical world where there aren't any unnecessary restrictions and where each and every thing around them has its own importance, living or not. Before she can return his love, she gets bitten by a Death Adder, forcing him to make the difficult decision of returning her to the city to receive urgent medical attention. Meanwhile, he turns himself in.

Back in the city, she writes Ty a letter (the entire book) as a means of controlling the overwhelming emotion she feels for him; this being a suggestion from her psychiatrist who accuses Gemma of suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. She cries as she types, asking him to forgive her for accusing him as being guilty during the courtroom trial and for being responsible as to having him sentenced to several years in prison. She hopes that he'll go back to the outback after being released and grow properly into the light this time, never having to go to such dangerous extremes to find the love he has always desired.

Valentine's Day (Venus square Pluto Transit)

I have to say, this isn't an aspect you'd want in your natal chart. People with this as a natal aspect almost always suffer from want of true love and an extreme lack of it. At some point in their lives, they come across their perfect lover only to discover that he/she is already emotionally attached to someone else. This pain keeps repeating itself in every relationship thereafter, in a vicious cycle, making it near impossible for the native to let go and come to terms with the immense disappointment. These relationships are ill-fated with jealousy, suicidal depression and heartbreak waiting right round the corner.

With sweet and cuddly Venus having squared Intensely passionate Pluto on the 14th of Feb, it's not surprising to note alot more broken hearts, in comparison to, loving embraces and candlelit dinners. A guy I wouldn't normally look at twice, demanded centre stage in my love life. It was an emotionally draining Hell, with him showering me with love one minute and threatening to break up our potential romance, the next. How could I have developed such strong feelings for some stranger who I'd gotten to know in just two days? How could this man with is broken english and sub-par grammar have created such havoc in the life of someone who detests anything less than perfect communication? Well I blame it all on this planetary transit which made this year's V-day the worst by far.

Watch this Video to understand more about the Venus square Pluto aspect and the suffocating emotions which accompany it.

                                                           

                                                    

                                                     

Xavier

I'm not much of a party animal, yet, something last night made me alot more sporting than I usually am. Waiting anxiously for the party to commence, I scanned everyone who walked through the front door. Half an hour passed by and the room filled up with strangers who'd come just for free drinks and small talk. I went out onto the verandah and gazed up at the stars, sighing for no apparent reason and feeling disappointed about something I couldn't understand. Forcing myself back to reality from daydreams that get me nowhere, I sat down to read my horoscope and make sense of the commotion in my mind. Then He arrived. Seeing him enter, an involuntary smile lit my entire face the way it does when I encounter someone special and I dropped everything in my grasp. He sees pleasure written in my features and teases me a little, hoping to provoke an explanation for that unexpected response. At that instant, my mind travels back a few weeks in time as I see him recreate magic on a stage to elicit louder applause from a satisfied audience. Time, being like a huge void which sucks out everything in existence, save for for the two of us facing each other...him on the grand podium enacting the role of someone so unlike himself... and me utterly enchanted by his every theatrical movement. I could recall how that handshake had felt during our brief introduction...how our fingers had made contact like pebbles rubbing together to create a friction that could light up the whole sky, in flames which could never be extinguished. He may just be another stranger...or more?

Unrequited Love

I sit basking in the warmth of day

When I accidentally look your way.

Then I see your face turn crimson red,

And I can rightly discern from the look

What could have stimulated such a response.

But I shall never reciprocate that emotion

Atleast not where you’re concerned.

You make such a show in class

About your talent and your unique style.

But let me tell you something,

You’re as special as that pebble on the street

That gets stepped on by ever pedestrian

Who happens to pass by.

Female attention is a great way

To pamper an ego which need none.

But you keep the flattery going

Thinking you’re the man they’ll remember

Next morning

Little do you know that they’ve

Forgotten you even exited

Before they retire to bed at night.

It’s pitiful seeing you preen

And clear your throat to say something

You’re sure will make my head spin

And cause a commotion of butterflies

In my stomach.

But my heart beats only from Him.

Sadly, ‘Him’ isn’t you.