Does being happy need a reason? Can we just be childish and jump around as if high on caffiene? Today I was at a mall and I was bubbling inside. For no apparent reason. Can I honestly claim that talking to you made me that happy? I dont think you're all the reason . I wanted to jump around. Wanted to be five and pretty in a pink dress. Wanted to stand on a road divider between whizzing cars and sing some loud song. Wanted to smile at every unknown face. (Which I did as well!! and all those kind men offering me to try out perfumes probably though I was flirting with them!) Wanted to do something radical. Had anyone asked me if I wanted to go to Europe, drop everything and just go, I would have run to the airport!!
Its so much fun currently! Being as I am, flabby arms and everything! I'm on a happy mood upswing! I want to dance with everyone on the street. Give away my seat on the bus to the fat oily gujju lady and dance all the way home with the conductor!
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
All right now yeah! (HEY!)
Some songs, unless you're really happy sound absurd! This is another such song!
I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
LOLLLL!!
October 28, 2007
October 26, 2007
1st Factory Visit
Yesterday (25/10/07) was my first Factory Visit as an "Internal Auditor", if you please.
I wish I felt like writing more about it, I was experiencing the whole thing as if it were a blog entry. But now, I dont feel like writing about it.
I'm in a weird, cheesed off mood.
I wish I felt like writing more about it, I was experiencing the whole thing as if it were a blog entry. But now, I dont feel like writing about it.
I'm in a weird, cheesed off mood.
October 22, 2007
im loooooooooooooooooooooooooooosing you!
".....This is a blind kind of love
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
I'm losing you
Whoa haaa, I'm losing you
Ain't love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing ?...."
The ONLY U2 song I adore!!! Its the sorta song that makes you want to break out into a Karan Johar movie-type song... suddenly jump and click your heels, or twirl around poles in happiness!! Or fling your arms in sheer exuberance and want to envelop the whole world in your embrace! Or do an extremely well choreographed little jig.
BASICALLY, this song makes me happy!!
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
I'm losing you
Whoa haaa, I'm losing you
Ain't love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing
Ain’t love the sweetest thing ?...."
The ONLY U2 song I adore!!! Its the sorta song that makes you want to break out into a Karan Johar movie-type song... suddenly jump and click your heels, or twirl around poles in happiness!! Or fling your arms in sheer exuberance and want to envelop the whole world in your embrace! Or do an extremely well choreographed little jig.
BASICALLY, this song makes me happy!!
October 21, 2007
Are you lonesome tonight?
Elvis Presley. I have never felt so completely touched by a person's voice ever before. In the middle of this song, its more of a monologue, and its been written so beautifully, anyone could fall in love with the person who's written them. (Or Presley for singing them like that!)
(Words & music: Roy Turk / Lou Handman)
"Are you lonesome tonight,do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
(Words & music: Roy Turk / Lou Handman)
"Are you lonesome tonight,do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
I wonder if you’re lonesome tonight
You know someone said that the world’s a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I’ll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I’m standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won’t come back to me
Then they can bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?"
There is that something about those old hollywood romances. The proper-ness and the cliched-ness of it all. Its heart-breakingly sweet. There are few things better than an out-an-out romantic film/book/song. Something plain and simple, but so beautiful in its simplicity.
The Hero is always a Robert Redford, and the heroine is just the prettiest. He's all macho, and she's chiffon-and-ribbon frail . Its so perfect.
No wonder everyone loves Mills n Boons. Its just a bit of Paris in everyday life! It appeals to almost all uncycnical, romantic females because probably we all would want that Paris in our lives. But we're grounded, and the fountains of Veinna are reserved for a whirlwind trip of Europe (in 14 days!), so whats wrong with a li'l old fashioned romance, even if it is in a dog-eared paperback? It's so nice to put down a book with a huge grin on your face!
You know someone said that the world’s a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change and you acted strange
And why I’ll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I’m standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won’t come back to me
Then they can bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?"
There is that something about those old hollywood romances. The proper-ness and the cliched-ness of it all. Its heart-breakingly sweet. There are few things better than an out-an-out romantic film/book/song. Something plain and simple, but so beautiful in its simplicity.
The Hero is always a Robert Redford, and the heroine is just the prettiest. He's all macho, and she's chiffon-and-ribbon frail . Its so perfect.
No wonder everyone loves Mills n Boons. Its just a bit of Paris in everyday life! It appeals to almost all uncycnical, romantic females because probably we all would want that Paris in our lives. But we're grounded, and the fountains of Veinna are reserved for a whirlwind trip of Europe (in 14 days!), so whats wrong with a li'l old fashioned romance, even if it is in a dog-eared paperback? It's so nice to put down a book with a huge grin on your face!
potty on potter!!!! LOL
I don't understand how people can accept shit that people write in the name of magic, but wont accept love as magical. And how can ANYONE accept liking a book, or a series of books, that a confirmed non-reader reads? Case in point being Harry Potter. I cannot stand them anymore. Partly because its a whole lotta crap, secondly because the dog on the footpath reads Harry Potter. By that I mean, EVERYONE, everyone, everyone has read those books. AND NOT because they like to read, or because they found it by trial and error, but just because it's a craze. Because everyone from a 7 yr old to a 70 yr old reads it, and they all feel kicked about reading a book with 782 pages. (WOW! ). She writes well, no doubt. Fast and exciting, but is that all reading is about? A book like that doesn't stay with you. Though everyone MUST buy alllll seven books, and must regard them with reverence, how many people actually re-read them? With immense and increasing reluctance I read the 5 and 6 th book, solely because I was damningly free. (AND trust me, I can't remember what happens in either!) But the seventh book, I refused downright. Probably someday, when I'm old and wrinkly and I want to know what finally happens to that potter boy, or I want to converse about books to absolute nincompoops, I'll read them. But till then, Potty on potter!!! LOL
(Hey! I just sounded like a first class bookish snob!...YAYYY! THAT is something I wont bristle if you call me!)
(Hey! I just sounded like a first class bookish snob!...YAYYY! THAT is something I wont bristle if you call me!)
random musings.
So, I have been travelling to and fro Chembur for a week, and needless to say, I've had loads of time to ponder bout stuff. And to day dream. But no time to blog! So I'm just probably going to ramble today -there's this huge list of things I've been dying to write.
Yesterday I saw this little cute girl of about 5 very obviously happy because she was wearing a very pretty dress. I don't know what it is about young girls, but put them in a pink frilly frock, and you have instant happiness running about!! The frillier the better. Ask any 3-9 year old her favourite color, and it IS pink. I remember, birthdays were all about one thing, getting to wear that new pink frock, with those pink shoes!! LOL. (yeah so maybe, some girls were the exception and played those horrible WWF cards, but yes the majority of the cute little girl fraternity loved pink in all its variants)
Also, I believe in Gaurdian Angels. I read ' The Valkyries' (Paulo Coelho) recently and it was all about finding your angel . And I believe in signs. So when I'm walking along an unfamiliar track, and I see something I like, or love, I take it as a sign- that I'm on the right track... its funny how a tiny insignificant thing can be so reassuring....
A few days back I was in a dilemma, very complicated. And I was sitting in this stationary train at Churchgate, with my head in my hands. Too tired and too confused to figure out what I should do. And then I made a decision. Making that decision set me free. I got down so happily from that train, and there was a joyous bounce in my step. It was almost like my angel was leading me, helping me. And inspite of the horribleness I had to do after that, I was maha-pleased with myself.
Yesterday I saw this little cute girl of about 5 very obviously happy because she was wearing a very pretty dress. I don't know what it is about young girls, but put them in a pink frilly frock, and you have instant happiness running about!! The frillier the better. Ask any 3-9 year old her favourite color, and it IS pink. I remember, birthdays were all about one thing, getting to wear that new pink frock, with those pink shoes!! LOL. (yeah so maybe, some girls were the exception and played those horrible WWF cards, but yes the majority of the cute little girl fraternity loved pink in all its variants)
Also, I believe in Gaurdian Angels. I read ' The Valkyries' (Paulo Coelho) recently and it was all about finding your angel . And I believe in signs. So when I'm walking along an unfamiliar track, and I see something I like, or love, I take it as a sign- that I'm on the right track... its funny how a tiny insignificant thing can be so reassuring....
A few days back I was in a dilemma, very complicated. And I was sitting in this stationary train at Churchgate, with my head in my hands. Too tired and too confused to figure out what I should do. And then I made a decision. Making that decision set me free. I got down so happily from that train, and there was a joyous bounce in my step. It was almost like my angel was leading me, helping me. And inspite of the horribleness I had to do after that, I was maha-pleased with myself.
October 19, 2007
Sitting in the pools of your sheets.
Sitting in the pools of your sheets, resting my head on your pillow,
What am I without your love, without your merest illusion?
Drinking from your lips, following your paths,
If it isn't love, it must be devotion.
Standing in your bathwater, living in your embrace,
Travelling in your city, wearing your cotton,
Listening to your voice, walking on your land,
The only thing that is mine is the dreams I've spun.
Holding your hand, following your lead,
Unburdened, free- love is freeing me unto you,
Carefree, reckless, fierce like the Sun,
Deeper than my blood, deeper into you.
18/10/2007
Everytime I open a book to study, a hurriedly-jotted down poem pops out of nowhere! And the only time I can write anything of substance is when my exams are abt to begin... Needless to say, I cn never give away my notebooks to people. Maybe someday I'll compile all these lil smippets together and make an actual book.
What am I without your love, without your merest illusion?
Drinking from your lips, following your paths,
If it isn't love, it must be devotion.
Standing in your bathwater, living in your embrace,
Travelling in your city, wearing your cotton,
Listening to your voice, walking on your land,
The only thing that is mine is the dreams I've spun.
Holding your hand, following your lead,
Unburdened, free- love is freeing me unto you,
Carefree, reckless, fierce like the Sun,
Deeper than my blood, deeper into you.
18/10/2007
Everytime I open a book to study, a hurriedly-jotted down poem pops out of nowhere! And the only time I can write anything of substance is when my exams are abt to begin... Needless to say, I cn never give away my notebooks to people. Maybe someday I'll compile all these lil smippets together and make an actual book.
October 17, 2007
LOL
nothing to write...
but I dont want this 'date' to go away without mention...
I had sucha hard time trying to keep it inside.... but I survived!
LOL!
17/10/2007
but I dont want this 'date' to go away without mention...
I had sucha hard time trying to keep it inside.... but I survived!
LOL!
17/10/2007
October 16, 2007
a particle of an article!
So, FINALLY working!! The days that we have been anticipating/ dreading/looking forward to in equal proportions, are finally here! Yesterday was my first day at work! And by the time I reached home I was so dead tired (this is just to explain yesterday's quick-dash entry). Today was less exhaustive that ways. I sat with the entire ledgers cross checking them three times. And using Tally!
I'm sitting amidst all the accountants in this huge company's accounts dept, in a tiny corner called "Internal Audit" and I can hear noises which are so unfamiliar. I SO don't belong! And all the time that I'm entering records in Excel, crossing them over in Tally, I range from feeling utterly proud of myself (How grown up!) to feeling a sense of extreme loss. Because all I can see is numbers and figures. And accepting these into my life, has in a way, bid adieu to the words I longed to see. Out of the blue, I think "Wtf am I doing here, sitting between all these men?"
And the very next minute I feel, "Wow! I know this stuff! and I can see my life heading into accountancy glory! yahoooo!! "
I'm sitting amidst all the accountants in this huge company's accounts dept, in a tiny corner called "Internal Audit" and I can hear noises which are so unfamiliar. I SO don't belong! And all the time that I'm entering records in Excel, crossing them over in Tally, I range from feeling utterly proud of myself (How grown up!) to feeling a sense of extreme loss. Because all I can see is numbers and figures. And accepting these into my life, has in a way, bid adieu to the words I longed to see. Out of the blue, I think "Wtf am I doing here, sitting between all these men?"
And the very next minute I feel, "Wow! I know this stuff! and I can see my life heading into accountancy glory! yahoooo!! "
October 15, 2007
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