Surrounded by SUNFLOWERS!

I went away on a trip this weekend and got THIS back for my dear blog!

and i ADOREEEE sunflowers... i love the way they turn to the sun, follow it wherever it goes..

n life currently DOES seem surrounded by sunflowers!

Well I say I love the rains, and I DO... but sometimes, I'm just a sunnny person!

Stay Safe Tonight.

And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage that you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

U2

Happppy First Buuuuddddaaaayyyy!!!

SO, my dear blog turned a year older on the 14th of May this year! Happy First Birthday Blog!!

I remember this blog was born outta sheer frustation during my CPT days... when even the thought of tackling those (then) monstrous books seemed to almost send me into a deep dark black place!! LOL... SO one lazy afternoon after endless hours of orkutting, I decided, DAMN man.... lets blog! To tell the truth, I thought it wouldnt last this long.... that I would give up, like most of the things I do... Butttt, the thought of studying propelled me into more time wasting techniques, and blogging topping it all! Lately though, thanks to the hectic lifestyle that has seemed to descend upon me, I find hardly anytime to write anything worthwhile... how horrible, i agree! This blog has seen a lot of me, many thoughts and feelings that I have decided to openly share with the entire web space.. It has been one of my creations I have been the most proud of.... It has also earned me some of what I'd like to call, my "fans"...! ( yes, I'm very modest!) ... And very many thanks are due to all those kind people at blogger who insist on making it better all the time! I loveee u blog!

Happpppppy Birthday!

(ooooh! and mannnyyy more to come!)

May

And into that gate they shall enter, and in that house they
shall dwell,where there shall be no cloud nor sun, no
darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light, no noise nor
silence, but one equal music, no fears nor hopes, but one
equal possession, no foes nor friends, but one equal
communion and identity, no ends nor beginnings, but one
equal eternity.

John Donne.

come away with me

to you,

"Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away with me where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows
knee kigh

So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top

Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me "


-Urs

norah jones might have written this song, but I swear I mean it more than she could have.

as if you have a choice...

Light up, light up

As if you have a choice

Even if you cannot hear, my voice

I'll be right beside you, dear...

snow patrol.

So after Coldplay, I think I like these guys the most...

I remember telling someone recently, "I listen to obscure music"... I do, I do! and I love alllll of it... I like a song for what it speaks to me, and for what it talks about. Sometimes I just like songs because of the name of the song. Sometimes I like songs because it reminds me of places I've been to, or people I've met. Mostly, I like songs because, there is hardly a truer form of self-expression. Words and sound. Written and sung. Crafted on paper, and strummed on guitars. Some songs are palpable, reach out, and you can touch the melody.

Its past mid- april. wow!

and because i was early...

I happened to once, albeit by chance, reach work early. And since I am quite the dreamer, I decided to sit and watch the early morning rush at Churchgate Stn. It was like clockwork, a train would pull in, and you would be hit by the sheer numbers of preoccupied, busy, unsmiling Mumbaikars. Each as busy as the the next person. I was just sitting, sipping Himalachal Pradesh railway tourism apple juice, enjoying the irony. Try walking against the crowd, and you'd feel like you are breaking every rule in the book, the amount of dirty looks the people would throw your way. Soon all this crowd would disappear, peter out of all these various exists. But not before another train would pull in, carrying another million stories, another million loves , hopes and another million disappointments.

Safety in numbers, very much so. All these people I don't know. I can be whomever I want to. All these people who don't know ME... and I can be whomever I want to. Read a book, and drink juice all day.... Spend time writing long letters, running graphite on paper. How lovely and idyllic!

"Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
to remind me
to find my own "
snow patrol....

a flower in my mothers garden

how lovely is this demarcation? between water and land? between dark and light? between you and me? and in the middle, in this thin curve of insanity, i find us. the holes in this beautiful flower reminds me of how flawed perfection is. Perfection is flawed? or are flaws perfect? We have faults, and we tend to them with love. We have difficulties and we look at them fondly, because however difficult life gets, after all its ours to live. and love.

a walk about town

Aaah! Flora Fountain!

Salvation!

The other day I was in FORT area of town for an audit. When I decided to learn a little bit about this area, by walking it. So I began my wonder-wander, and roamed about my own city like a tourist. Happy and lost, satisfying this immense wanderlust that I have. I walked with this huge bemused grin on my face, twirling sometimes mid-step. Walking through the pretty, run down architecture, taking pictures of this and that, asking for directions.... (and as per my observations, pan-beedi waala's and mochis are the BEST people to ask an obscure question like "Bhaiya! XYZ building kaha hain?!")

My way of realising I am not at lost as I appear to be is reaching Flora Fountain, or Hutatma Chowk, as B.E.S.T buses know it. Once on another of my 'Learn-Mumbai-Jaunts', I remember reaching Fountain and whooping with joy! That time, I'd been in too much of a hurry to reach my destination to take a picture of this wonderful monument. So when I reached these ladies this time, I knew I was right in all that lane-guessing. And thus, Salvation.

Ooh btw, if you see Hindi movies, there is no way you would not have seen this building, conveniently morphing into Courts, Police stations, libraries and colleges, depending on the demand of the script... Pretty building too.

(Please excuse the not-so-great pictures! Not that I claim to be an expert photographer, but i use the camera of a nokia phone!)