the sexiest lyrics EVER!

"When the future's architectured

By a carnival of idiots on show

You'd better lie low"

violet hill

Coldplay, but ofcourse!

WHATS going on?!

You know, I'm a rather passive person I'd say... I rarely get kicked about anything social and even when I am, its a chance possibility that I'm going to DO anything about it. Im just very caught up in my own life. Infact, much to chagrin of a close friend, when I said I wasn't SHIT excited about India winning a gold at the olympics, I was told I'm not patriotic.
Now, dont get me wrong. I'm an army daughter. I will always be one. When I go to see a movie and I hear the National Anthem, I give it the "civilian salute". Till I was about three, I had seen more tanks than cars. AND I was more excited that India would import Airconditioned Tanks than I was about us buying a airconditioned car. And I STILL see the Republic Day parade with much gusto, and feel sentimental about MY country, and so, unpatriaotic, I am NOT.

So it really pains me, when learned and educated leaders divide up the people of our country on the basis of LANGUAGE. I mean isnt it enough that a country as vast as ours, having to deal with communal riots and problems in almost every state, has to be divided on regional basis as well? I really think, that if that was the case, and only marathi should be spoken in Mumbai, then why the gujurathi hoardings? Infact I find as an erstwhile student of a south mumbai school that it is more important to learn gujurathi to survive in the city. I am now currently interning with a chartered accountancy firm and I see that almost all large stand alone businesses are owned and manned by Gujurathis in Mumbai. Why, my college has a Gujurathi division too.
So, I would like to ask the learned politicians (who, btw do not even form the opposition in the state), why single out north indians? If only marathi people can live and reside in Mumbai, Id like to see then uprooting the gujurathi businesses and households. Can such a thing be imagined? I hope not.
We live in a democratic country, and HINDI is our national language. I dont think anyone can put a gun to my head and tell me speak in marathi, if i speak in Hindi.
And lastly, dear learned politician , maybe when you were in the sixth grade, there was a subject that was taught, called CIVICS and I distinctly remember having being taught a rather essential part about out constitution in that... ie Fundamental Rights... heard of those?

Really, Mr Politician, as if bombs every two days weren't enough worry for Indians that you should now demand SUCH irrational things!

(The author that is ME, would like to mention that I am an marathi, and honestly, I dont see quite the fuss about it! To me, I'm an Indian before anything.... but hey, maybe thats not the way YOU think! )

its almost the end of this DEADLY month! seriously, WHATTAAA month... ! If you are in anyways connected to income tax return filings, you shall probably sympathize with me... ! basically i just didn't want the blog to feel SO left out... and so here i am, writing JUST to mark the end of a disastrous month ! hopefully October shall be better...
u know i have always associated characters with months... like February is a pleasant month,... march ALWAYS sucks... inspite of my birthday being smack in the middle of the month, its just an EXAM month... hatee march... ! Im particularly neutral about May... i mean with a name like that... May... the only thing about May is the heat! but really what a silly name! May I? No u may not!

July is a favourite followed by autumn... because of the rainnnnn! I love what it does to people and this place I stay!

:)

"Nothing like your smile made of sun"

-the one
shakira

What I remember the most about your smile is that I have never felt that happy.

a play of lights...

Love is sacred, and it is pure. The knowledge of loving has been imbibed in us since we were born. It is a need, to dedicate your life to a person, an ambition, a happiness, a dream, a song , a cause, a thing. It takes us through journeys we couldn't have imagined we had the strength for, it makes the hardest things easy. Love is a play of lights, sometimes its as brilliant, as iridescent as a sparkling ray , and sometimes, as dark as gloomy shadows. It is as natural as the rain, and as true as the earth's blood. To have loved someone, deeply and truly, makes us a different person. I truly feel that if all of my achievements were to be arranged and scaled, then loving you would be the thing I'm most proud of, of what I'm most sure of.

More than anything, love is instinct. The way one just knows the person, the right person. So I fail to understand, how can loving someone or something be wrong?

My life is brilliant, my love is pure...

Stand under a yellow street lamp and look up at the falling rain. It looks like little drops of amber colored liquid falling from the sky. Every distinct rain drop falls on my mad faded smile and when I twirl, the illuminated drops of water twirl along with me. It makes me feel as if I'm looking into a kaleidoscope. Spiralling in and spiralling out. Very pretty.

I have a wonderful song playing on my phone, and there are people on the road hurrying home. I walk slowly as usual and turn into my street. To be honest, this very street sent me into throes of depression four years back... there is a moss covered wall, sectioning off some quaint house into a corner. The stones that cover the walkway are stained with the colour the fruit of the overhead jamun trees, purple- blue, like the night sky. In the day, there is a jewel green shady glow to this corner of the street, and at night, it is pitch black. I run my fingers along the edge of the soft green velvet sometimes, and pretend it is some beautiful tapestry.

:)

"You know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you

You came along just like a song
And brightened my day
Who would have believed that you were part of a dream
Now it all seems light years away"

barry minlow!

hehehehe...( YOUUUU like this song!)

He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)

Miracle Drug

Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit...

I am you and you are mine
Love makes no sense of space
And time...will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love...

U2

hope...

Its unfortunate that the only thing we seem to depend upon is hope. For what is hope really? To me I'd think its just the desires of the heart repeated over and over again. So when some of life's biggest decisions are based on hope, what does it mean really?
My sister, quite the adventurist, found out about some silly website a few years ago, Death clock or something. Where supposedly, you could find out the exact date you would die.Aaah, but there were options too... If you are an optimist and live with Hope, then automatically add 15 or so years to your life.
I hope that one day I will be able to look at these miserably despondent days and laugh. I also hope that when I do that, I feel that life wasn't as bad as I thought it was. I hope that one day I shall see the days taking shape of what I keep wishing them to be. I hope one day I shall decorate a kitchen with hand painted tiles of the colour blue, that one day I will feed fresh fruit, breaking it off heavy laden branches.

There is hope and that is all that there is. Do not allow complacency to creep through the heart I guard so vigilantly, like cold, sneaking in through cracks at night. Do not let the dreams grow musty and old, fearful of decaying. Keep these hearts safe from all that threatens.

There is hope and that is all that there is. Its a lot to ask for. And its more than everything to have.