Saturday, September 29, 2007

Generally!

Like a ghost don't need a key
Your best friend I've come to be
Please don't think of getting up for me
You don't even need to speak

When I've been here for just one day
You'll already miss me if I go away
So close the blinds and shut the door
You won't need other friends anymore

Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home

If you're cold I'll keep you warm
If you're low just hold on
Cause I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home

Oh how quiet, quiet the world can be
When it's just you and little me
Everything is clear and everything is new
So you won't be leaving will you?

Friday, September 28, 2007

Indian!?

Of crowds, hindi, samose's, loud conversations, chai's, dark skins, street smartness, and an impressive knack of minimum work-maximum output! :D :D

I have never been so inseparably attached to this particular category, branded so markedly nor did I ever identify myself this consciously as yet another Indian. Back home it never mattered where I belonged to, not the sprawling state nor the tiny town that I came from.

But now we're tagged and thrown into a tangle of presumptions and prejudices. In fact it's amazing how coloured my own view has become. The first thing that I notice when I come across anyone is whether they are American - White or coloured? or Chinki ( still can't tell apart the Chinese from the Korean :P ) or wow! yet another Indian. To this last I have been pretty accurate except for one Pakistani in my class ( In hindsight it would have been fun to watch the match with him :P )

As if others bracketing me weren't enough, I cling on to whatever little scraps of my culture I can! Imagine an aethiest like me- or agnostic at the least, planning early morning trips to temples on festivals! or craving to watch even the sobbiest of Karan Johar flicks! digging up autorickshaw numbers on the net to listen to! :P
Every whiff of Indian flavour adds to the aroma.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Ghazal

Kitne dinon ke pyase honge
Yaaron socho toh...
Shabnam ka qatra bhi jinko
Dariya lagta hai...

Kisko Kaisar patthar maaroon
Kaun paraya hai?
Sheesh mehel mein ek ek chehra
Apna lagta hai...

Try this if you like Ghazals:
http://www.raaga.com/channels/hindi/movie/G0000169.html
Kya jaane kab kahan se, churayi meri ghazal!

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Sand in my Shoes

Two weeks away feels like the world should've changed
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch sunset
I don't have time

I don't have time....

I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
Why, why would I want to?
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again

Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
Should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
Try to remind myself that I was happy here
Before I knew that I could get on a plane and fly away
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To real life where I can watch sunset
And take my time
Take all our time

Simply did not expect Dido to be this gorgeous or hot.....! some prejudice thr!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

scrambled

....assignment...............grade...........IIT............wing....not wing- batch..........
calls..............distance.......time............guitar...........time..........schedule...
.....................calendar...........promises..............work ethics...........
home..........:) :) :)..............why................why............why
.............who...............when..................maybe............:)
.............................................................. ... ...m..m ..u.sic
IIT again!......friends...........:)

one fine day..................

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Euphony!

As Rand says and as I have seen since "All of love if selfish! "

I guess I love something because of what it gives me, my being!
Held my own guitar yesterday and struck a few chords! :) And there was this sudden surge of feelings: happiness, bliss, excitement, relief from the humdrum and a sense of well being! :)

That's what music gives me and I guess that's why I love it. :)

The Solitude ....

I AM monarch of all I survey;
My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre all round to the sea
I am lord of the fowl and the brute

The beasts that roam over the plain
My form with indifference see—
They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me.

The solitude of Alexander Selkirk! It is enchanting- now more than ever. Strange how somethings you read just stick to your mind unattended and then flash back some day. We were made to mug up these poems in childhood- to what end I wonder? So that years later, at some point they might come back to us when we had the ability to appreciate them!

Selkirk is marooned on an island, where no one knows him, the animals are too trusting, too naive to be afraid him and include him in their brood. He is finally free to do what he wants, no society, no bonds, no rules, no haunting past, he can make a new life starting from scratch! He feels like he rules the place!!
He can as Rand would say live only for himself at last!

But he is alone, no family, no friends, no one to think about, no one to talk to, no one to compete with, no one he would want to impress. Only a bunch of animals he knows he does not belong to!
What a life..........
But then there's hope as he says:

There's mercy in every place;
And mercy—encouraging thought!—
Gives even affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot. :)

Monday, September 3, 2007

Categories..Will you please..

Name some..Names of... ??

Intelligent people? ..Met many of them in the last four years atleast! :)
Dumb People?...Met many of those too :D...and actually also met many who overlap with the above !!! :P
Saw a few who are intelligent AND hard-working

Recently came across a person who's intelligent and dedicated AND smart...who knows how to work hard and also knows how to get work done out of people, knows his way around society and its people, who knows exactly how genuine which person is.

Maybe I should learn this trick!

Pablo Picasso Art of The Day