I'm never getting over this song, am I?

feels

Someone Like You.

I don't remember the finer details of the movie, since I saw it ages ago on HBO... but I remember the central idea is tht the female lead (Ashley Judd) falls for the wrong guy, and lives with a totally detestable (only to her though!) dude, and in the end she realises tht the detestable dude, is actually THE one!! and hence, Someone Like You.

Wht I like most about the movie is the title, and I wish I could elaborate here as to wht it means to me. Its just so nice. So there. Like if someone were to ask you, wht sorta guy do u want, and you'd say "Someone Like You", wudnt tht be awesome?
(though it'd be really sad tht the person you want is actually daft enough not to realise tht!)


Is this making sense? Not to me!!

Charlie brown says...

Charlie Brown once said that the secret of life was to own a convertible and a lake. "If the sun is shining, you can drive around in your convertible and be happy . . . If it starts to rain it won't spoil your day because you can just say, 'Oh, well, the rain will fill up my lake!"

CHARLIEE!!!

I luv you, charlie brown.

“Happiness is anyone and anything that's loved by you.”

at my most beautiful...

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!

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?

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....

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.

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!