Some songs are so simple, so plain about being in love. The writers havent made a fuss about being in love, and getting with it, u know. I hate songs that have lyrics like "Come over, suger-cube, i wanna touch you..." Not only is tht icky, it also makes for bad music taste! (lol!)
"I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile
I read bad poetry
Into your machine
I save your messages
Just to hear your voice
You always listen carefully
To awkward rhymes
You always say your name,
Like I wouldn't know it's you,
At your most beautiful
At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly
With every one, whisper I love you
I let you sleep
I know you're closed eye watching me,
Listening
I thought I saw a smile..."
R.E.M
or this one, poignant and no hang-ups,
" Just a Perfect Day
Drank Sangria in the Park
And Later, when it gets dark
We go Home
Just A Perfect Day
Feed Animals in the Zoo
And Later, a movie too
And then Home
It's Such a Perfect Day
I'm Glad I spent it with you
Such a Perfect Day
You Just keep me hanging on
You Just keep me hanging on....."
duran duran.
I think I should have been born 10 yrs earlier thn wht I was!... atleast by music tastes!
August 15, 2007
August 14, 2007
thts me in the corner...
Well, since its my blog, Id like to write about me, or rather my perception about me.
I think, whatever is viewed closely, is most skewed. And so i think the most common mis-conception people have is about themselves. Because to be detached and think of oneself as someone else, well, I think that's capable of only great people, who've achieved Moksha!
So, us lesser mortals, well we fumble and founder but somewhere along the way, we find ourselves...
I've always had a mental picture about myself... when I was growing up, it was of this awkward and grumpy kid with short hair and a permanent frown... who didnt quite speak until spoken to, and once I broke the ice, well, then I'd never stop speaking at all.
The hair outgrew the rigourous haircut, and contact lenses replaced the heavy spectacles. The forever-frown eased into easy smiles, and people stopped recognising me. NO ONE from my dog-eared childhood recognises me.... (I wonder hw foolish!)
But did my mental picture change? I dont know. I dont think so. I'm still the easily-perturbed lil tubby kid, still the poet, still the over-hopeful romantic, still the lazy ass. Sometimes walking around town, I come across myself, during my stuck-up phase, or sometimes when I see a bunch of school girls laughing in the rain, I see my childhood again. (though I dont think I'm all tht far, anyways...)
Sometimes, I long to be a slender beautiful brunette with lovely lace dresses and maroon lipstick, and lovely sexy fingers, sipping margaritas... sitting at the edge of a beautiful fountain and with the breeze in my hair... Sometimes when I'm walking down the road I feel I'm her....
Do we change, or does our perception change? Or does people's perception about us change? When we do something tht we are ashamed or embarrased about, do we try to hide it because the picture that people have about us will change, or do we lock it up in our hearts because we dont want to change the way we think about ourselves?
I think, whatever is viewed closely, is most skewed. And so i think the most common mis-conception people have is about themselves. Because to be detached and think of oneself as someone else, well, I think that's capable of only great people, who've achieved Moksha!
So, us lesser mortals, well we fumble and founder but somewhere along the way, we find ourselves...
I've always had a mental picture about myself... when I was growing up, it was of this awkward and grumpy kid with short hair and a permanent frown... who didnt quite speak until spoken to, and once I broke the ice, well, then I'd never stop speaking at all.
The hair outgrew the rigourous haircut, and contact lenses replaced the heavy spectacles. The forever-frown eased into easy smiles, and people stopped recognising me. NO ONE from my dog-eared childhood recognises me.... (I wonder hw foolish!)
But did my mental picture change? I dont know. I dont think so. I'm still the easily-perturbed lil tubby kid, still the poet, still the over-hopeful romantic, still the lazy ass. Sometimes walking around town, I come across myself, during my stuck-up phase, or sometimes when I see a bunch of school girls laughing in the rain, I see my childhood again. (though I dont think I'm all tht far, anyways...)
Sometimes, I long to be a slender beautiful brunette with lovely lace dresses and maroon lipstick, and lovely sexy fingers, sipping margaritas... sitting at the edge of a beautiful fountain and with the breeze in my hair... Sometimes when I'm walking down the road I feel I'm her....
Do we change, or does our perception change? Or does people's perception about us change? When we do something tht we are ashamed or embarrased about, do we try to hide it because the picture that people have about us will change, or do we lock it up in our hearts because we dont want to change the way we think about ourselves?
Losing My Religion.
I've known and loved this song by REM for a long long time, but I dont know why today it had to hit me like that. The words and the way tht they have been written, struck me as odd. Like I ve always wanted to say it, but these ppl just got there earlier, much earlier.
The new blog name, as well is also a line frm the song.
"Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up...."
Choosing my confessions, how true. Isnt that what its all about? I wish we were allowed that! to choose wht we'd like to say. And thats how a blog comes about....
The new blog name, as well is also a line frm the song.
"Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up...."
Choosing my confessions, how true. Isnt that what its all about? I wish we were allowed that! to choose wht we'd like to say. And thats how a blog comes about....
August 10, 2007
Daddy's Girl!
"Little woman gonna break your heart
Gonna miss her when you're both apart
She's a lady, but she'll always be Daddy's Girl "
Every little girl has her father around her little finger! At least I did! My father was my hero, and like every little girl, every time my mum said "No!" to anything, I stuck out my lip, and went to Pa. And, every time, his heart melted quicker than ice-cream in the Sun! He was proud of me, like I was of him. I loved it when he came home in his Army uniform, and gave me one big bristly kiss on my cheek. I remember once when I was six, I wore his shirt, and it reached my ankles! Growing up, we were the typical Indian family,- one elder son, younger daughter and two doting and very much in love parents. I wrote him letters when he went to the Exercise Area, with great big vines of flowers drawn with sketch pens in the margins. And he always wrote back, drawing an oval mustachioed face with a huge grin saying "Love, Pa".
Being little, allows us a few misleading facts about life. You cannot imagine days where you will not climb into the arms of a big loving man, on summer afternoons, and hear him say "Bimchooli". You cannot begin to comprehend that he will not get better. Its horrible being so little and being so lost.
"...And nothing quite so least as truth-
-I say though hate were why men breathe-
-because my Father lived his soul
Love is the whole and more than all "
...E E Cummings.
And now, God has been kind to give us a second chance, a chance to proudly claim to be a daddy's girl. A father to look upto and look towards for advice. Most importantly, a father to help a mother in the daunting task of bringing up children to be good persons. Its not always perfect, but its beautiful in its own disjoint way. Very few people get second chances, we are lucky to be one of those.
Gonna miss her when you're both apart
She's a lady, but she'll always be Daddy's Girl "
Every little girl has her father around her little finger! At least I did! My father was my hero, and like every little girl, every time my mum said "No!" to anything, I stuck out my lip, and went to Pa. And, every time, his heart melted quicker than ice-cream in the Sun! He was proud of me, like I was of him. I loved it when he came home in his Army uniform, and gave me one big bristly kiss on my cheek. I remember once when I was six, I wore his shirt, and it reached my ankles! Growing up, we were the typical Indian family,- one elder son, younger daughter and two doting and very much in love parents. I wrote him letters when he went to the Exercise Area, with great big vines of flowers drawn with sketch pens in the margins. And he always wrote back, drawing an oval mustachioed face with a huge grin saying "Love, Pa".
Being little, allows us a few misleading facts about life. You cannot imagine days where you will not climb into the arms of a big loving man, on summer afternoons, and hear him say "Bimchooli". You cannot begin to comprehend that he will not get better. Its horrible being so little and being so lost.
"...And nothing quite so least as truth-
-I say though hate were why men breathe-
-because my Father lived his soul
Love is the whole and more than all "
...E E Cummings.
And now, God has been kind to give us a second chance, a chance to proudly claim to be a daddy's girl. A father to look upto and look towards for advice. Most importantly, a father to help a mother in the daunting task of bringing up children to be good persons. Its not always perfect, but its beautiful in its own disjoint way. Very few people get second chances, we are lucky to be one of those.
August 08, 2007
Love or Infatuation?
Love or Infatuation?
Infatuation is instant desire. It is one set of glands calling out to another. Love is friendship
that has caught fire. It takes root and it grows-one day at a time. Infatuation is marked by sense of insecurity.You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy.there are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine closely. It might spoil the dream. Love is quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you- to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his presence even when he is far away. Miles do not separate you.You want him nearer. But near or far, you know he is yours, and you can wait. Infatuation says "We must get married right away. I cant risk losing him".Love says "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement.If you are honest, you will admit it is difficult to be in one another's company unless you are sure it will end in intimacy. Love is the maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can be lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. When he's away, you wonder if he's cheating. Sometimes you check.
Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. He feels that trust, and it makes him even more trustworthy.
Infatuation might lead you to do things that you'll regret later, but love never will.
Love is an upper. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person than you were before.
Ann Landers,
From "Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul.
This is undoubtedly my favourite piece of writing. I had to write it up and put it here! Lurve it!
Infatuation is instant desire. It is one set of glands calling out to another. Love is friendship
that has caught fire. It takes root and it grows-one day at a time. Infatuation is marked by sense of insecurity.You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy.there are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine closely. It might spoil the dream. Love is quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you- to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his presence even when he is far away. Miles do not separate you.You want him nearer. But near or far, you know he is yours, and you can wait. Infatuation says "We must get married right away. I cant risk losing him".Love says "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement.If you are honest, you will admit it is difficult to be in one another's company unless you are sure it will end in intimacy. Love is the maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can be lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. When he's away, you wonder if he's cheating. Sometimes you check.
Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. He feels that trust, and it makes him even more trustworthy.
Infatuation might lead you to do things that you'll regret later, but love never will.
Love is an upper. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person than you were before.
Ann Landers,
From "Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul.
This is undoubtedly my favourite piece of writing. I had to write it up and put it here! Lurve it!
August 06, 2007
over and over and over...
"Feeling your styles the causes your blankets that saved me
Over and over and over and over you played me
Afraid of rejection the places we went that defaced me
Over and over and over and over you saved me ...."
the coral sea.
I dont really know wht these lines mean, but I have a pretty picture in my mind!! Its a nice enough song that I heard on Grey's Anatomy.
Afraid of rejection. Damn, I hate it, the fear of rejection.
Stops us frm most of everything, right. Like something as simple as a new hair colour could be a thing you wouldnt do because you are afraid tht ppl might not like it, and will say "Yikes!"
But the nicest thing is when you are scared and afraid and they go out and save you. Over and over and over and over.... lolz!
this is crap, i dont evn understand wht i am typing anymore! i love this, no one reads my blog, and i can write whatever i want!!! lolz!
Over and over and over and over you played me
Afraid of rejection the places we went that defaced me
Over and over and over and over you saved me ...."
the coral sea.
I dont really know wht these lines mean, but I have a pretty picture in my mind!! Its a nice enough song that I heard on Grey's Anatomy.
Afraid of rejection. Damn, I hate it, the fear of rejection.
Stops us frm most of everything, right. Like something as simple as a new hair colour could be a thing you wouldnt do because you are afraid tht ppl might not like it, and will say "Yikes!"
But the nicest thing is when you are scared and afraid and they go out and save you. Over and over and over and over.... lolz!
this is crap, i dont evn understand wht i am typing anymore! i love this, no one reads my blog, and i can write whatever i want!!! lolz!
the great Nose-dive.
Well, life's just taken a nose-dive and I want to wallow in self pity, but I guess Im not even entitled to that, after doing everything that I do. I think its a rotten thing, this. What irritates me most is that ALL those plans that we had are down the drain, chute and pipe. Its so crappy, though I know that everything will, one day be fine, its just tht the waiting and anticipation has been so much that I guess only I know how much shattered it seems. Im not even bothered about the studying, just tht I believe, I deserved a break... whose prospects seem rather bleak now.
And then there are always the other things going on. I wish I could be one of those persons who could just stop feeling. But I dont and hence am not. Its so blue, my "love life", if you please. But its funny how happy one person can make me! And what sucks most is that my best-laid plans are well all gone now.
I guess life's trying sometimes but the sheer un-fairness of it all sucks!!!
"Life could have been, lovely and uncomplicated,
If the dreams that we were fulfulling were our own,
And days could have been lucky and iridescent,
-Look at how we've grown."
The worst part is how easy it is for someone to say "Its just 2o more days, yaar, cmon. "
And then there are always the other things going on. I wish I could be one of those persons who could just stop feeling. But I dont and hence am not. Its so blue, my "love life", if you please. But its funny how happy one person can make me! And what sucks most is that my best-laid plans are well all gone now.
I guess life's trying sometimes but the sheer un-fairness of it all sucks!!!
"Life could have been, lovely and uncomplicated,
If the dreams that we were fulfulling were our own,
And days could have been lucky and iridescent,
-Look at how we've grown."
The worst part is how easy it is for someone to say "Its just 2o more days, yaar, cmon. "
CRAZY CRAZY NIGHTS!!!!
"And they try to tell us that we don't belong
But that's alright, we're millions strong
You are my people, you are my crowd,
this is our music, we love it loud
Yeah, and nobody's gonna change me, 'cos that's who I am "
KISSSSS!!!!
But that's alright, we're millions strong
You are my people, you are my crowd,
this is our music, we love it loud
Yeah, and nobody's gonna change me, 'cos that's who I am "
KISSSSS!!!!
August 04, 2007
ONE MORE #$@#%#$% DAY
ONE
one
one
less thn some hours.
one
just one more day,through this crap. im so close now, im waiting for the panic to set in.
ONE
one.
one
one
less thn some hours.
one
just one more day,through this crap. im so close now, im waiting for the panic to set in.
ONE
one.
August 03, 2007
Do Opposites Attract?
The other day, I was wondering if the proverbial opposites do attract. I asked, my esteemed and grown-up cousin, tht, well, since I am insane and weird, the guy that I hook up with, should be mad like me or sober and sensible. Accordingly to him , since opposites attract, the guy tht I shall end up with will be *hopefully* sober and sensible. Also, if he was half as mad as me, our kids would surely be demented. SO.
There is a sort of security when the person involved is so different from you. The fact tht you and them have very few common interests might be daunting but I dont think thats so much of a problem, coz all u need is love! I dont know, but I really like it, being sure that where you'll falter, he'll not. Being certain that he'll understand evn if he doesnt approve. And being sure, that the differences we have arent a hindrace, but they bolster us, make us wht we are, and thus lovable. I love being so different, we're wired so differently, we're great.
Though, I love the look on people's face when I do something characteristically mad, and "me."
I could grow old looking at the astonished at first, and then the amused expressions that everyone usually has! And, its just cute.
"We're like night and day - White and black
But what we have is a perfect match
When I say this - you say that
But love comes easy 'cause opposites attract"
A Perfect Match, A*teens!
There is a sort of security when the person involved is so different from you. The fact tht you and them have very few common interests might be daunting but I dont think thats so much of a problem, coz all u need is love! I dont know, but I really like it, being sure that where you'll falter, he'll not. Being certain that he'll understand evn if he doesnt approve. And being sure, that the differences we have arent a hindrace, but they bolster us, make us wht we are, and thus lovable. I love being so different, we're wired so differently, we're great.
Though, I love the look on people's face when I do something characteristically mad, and "me."
I could grow old looking at the astonished at first, and then the amused expressions that everyone usually has! And, its just cute.
"We're like night and day - White and black
But what we have is a perfect match
When I say this - you say that
But love comes easy 'cause opposites attract"
A Perfect Match, A*teens!
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