since its Jan!

They are turning my head out..

Its been so long since I wrote anything, its been horribly LONG since I even visited my OWN blog... but alas, such is life.
The year is almost over, and if I had the time or the inclination to, I would have pondered over every thing that happened this year.. but for the FIRST time I actually can describe something in ONE word... and the word I would use to describe this year would be EVENTFUL....I mean it was a constant rollllller coaster ... really.

"They are turning my head out
To see what I'm all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day the sun will come out"

Coldplay again... !
I LOVE Coldplay and their music... plagiarism cases be damned.

Every river that I tried to cross....

How is it that Coldplay ALWAYS knows what to say? ! :)













"Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm in a cross

Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved
No better and no worse.."

There was a time when I had loads of solitude, and really to be honest, I love being alone. I love writing (like this), putting on a lovely tracklist and singing along, or watching the stars, sometimes reading re-read books, or watching something feel-good like "Gilmore girls".. really, walking alone around places I know, or even just sitting at churchgate sipping coffee watching the trains...
I have recently taken to re-reading the most inspirational book of my life, ie "By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept" (Paulo Coelho). You know, I know its not really SUCH a great book, and there are parts I don't really understand, but its a book about opening yourself to love, to taking chances and risks. I read the book last November and what has followed has been exceptionally wonderful.
So recently I chanced upon it at a book store and I did what I LOVE to do... buying a favourite book! One of my most cherished dreams is to buy up all the books I loved. (Costly dream though! ) And RE-read them! (ok, I know Mr. Cute Guy thinks "NERD ALERT!") :D

There is probably nothing more sacred than having a dream, an aim in your life. However mundane and everyday it may seem. It may be the same dream as a hundred million people, but really, to work towards something, I think thats what life is all about. To be on a constant journey of learning to live, to love and to fulfill your dreams. Maybe our dreams take us to places we've not anticipated. Sometimes we have a lot to discover and a lot to travel till we can rest, and sometimes our dreams overtake us, such that without them, we find that we are LOST....

You are my dream and my journey. The manifestation of all my desires is to spend a day with you. To laugh at silly things you'd say, and to listen intently to any wise words. To play with your fingers and to see my happiness in your eyes. This is my heaven and also, my hell, MY road to Santiago. My journey and my destination.


“....But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for." Paulo Coelho, By the river...

trouble that can't be named...

have you ever felt so lost? and music seems the only thing that makes sense?
no love no hate and no anything else. the best part of every day is when i can lock myself into my darkened room and look at headlights make patterns on my walls. when i can lie in a soft bed staring at the ceiling wishing for stars. wishing. wishing is a dangerous thing. look at what i wished and how it was granted. if i knew that this would ensue, would i have wished for you. i should hope so, i should wish so.

trouble that can't be named, and tigers waiting to be tamed.

Of sticky fingers...and dry toes!

There are some things in life I JUST can't stand. They irk me almost senseless. I have irrational fears about stuff, and I have meaningless habits, but thats just the way I am, unexplainably weird.

Like take sticky hands for example... I can't stand if my hands are sticky. Like the stickiness you get after sunday morning jam-n-toast breakfast. The pink jam that somehow always finds its way onto your hands. Or like the stickiness after eating fruit. URGH! SO I HAVE to have to wash my hands when they get that sticky. Before anything.

And take dry toes. I have this habit I picked up from living admist shifting sand-dunes (ie ,Rajasthan) , that you've GOT to be moisturized at ALL times. And your toes HAVE to be nice and PINK! Yeah, I know there were a hundred times MORE important things in this world, but I CANT help it. Irrational, I know!

Ok, the whole point of this rather 'pointless' post is that I ate pomegranate seeds a while ago, and got my fingers pink and sticky thanks to the lovely pink-purple juice, and I'm itching to go and wash my hands.
WHY am I not going then?

Like I maintain, unexplainably weird!

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?