A new leaf!

Agra's Taj Mahal is real and beautiful.
Saw some pics mom got from her trip will be posting one of em here. She had the flash on, even after the one hour training I gave her. hehe, she'll catch on.But I am so glad, her pics look just as beautiful as the Taj. My Mom the real Mumtaz, for in her world, she is really the greatest :)

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When you close your eyes, and listen closely to Dido's voice, it sounds like you are sitting by the shore, and soaking in the songs of the waves. It's like your conscience is singing. It's your inner self.Even if it's not yours. She is surely singing mine. :)

New songs, eh?
It's Hard Sun, by Eddie Vedder, powerful and exotic, and the voice of Vedder has the same power and the passion.Simply fabulous.Makes you weak in the knees, and the intellectual brain takes a rest, or rather gets invigorated at the most creative approach to life. The guitaring is simple strumming and the breeze moves with a force that baffles you, and you simply gape in awe.

My favorite part of the lyrics :

Once I built an ivory tower
so I could worship from above
when I climb down to be set free
she took me in again

Vedder rocks!


Listening to the new album by Collective soul : Afterwords

New vibration and a couple of songs are really beautiful. NV is reminiscent of Heavy, but Heavy rocks forever. But NV is a good feel, its a fresh feel of Heavy and its always great to be hearing collective soul again!

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Advertising is crazy, makes you THINK!

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Salman Rushdie, I know him since 40 pages. He is quite a writer, only because I can picture him talking and jumping from one topic to the other. But I cannot see him. He gets lost in a minute. I have to yet discover him.

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Che Guevera sits on my shoulder, it's a tattoo I got my bag, and now many more will follow. If not motorcycle diaries, then it will be something I yearn for and find. One day, I will have it.The search is definitely on.

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Ok one important news is that Shreeja is finally going to be a part of the Kanoria family. A perfect consummation, to a perfect start.
P.S : Shreejey, Me loves ya very much!

Astalavista!

On the other side of 30

It's been a while I have posted here. What shall I write? Where shall I begin? Past few days, I've had them all to myself. Though dreamily waking up only with spasms of cough that i leap to my feet, and instead of welcoming the beauty of the blue sky, I am unable to smile because of the sadness within. Getting lost, minute by minute. For a while I know where I am. Know what I am doing. Happy with my work. But there is always something missing. Losing my youth? Is it alrite?

But am I learning more about being old. About, sadness. About the loss of youth in my youth. The reflections. Yes, I am learning that. I have seen someone swallow his sadness in coming to terms of old age, someone agree disbelievingly, with tightly shut eyes, that youth does, really does go away, leaving that little finger only for another little finger to grab hold of that one, a child's little finger. Saw men, struggle with existence of some. Curb their enthusiasm because of someone's dictatorship. Listen to someone else's songs as they soothe them, while others wring their hands in agony, and always wondering, and expecting, of a new day to come.Maybe being 30 is about compromises, coming close to one another despite misunderstandings, being young forever in the hearts,but still being the same person. Is it possible? Intrinsically. When you meet them at the right time at the right place. At that right moment, when that beautiful note hits them. They probably know where they are going, carrying that stash, and hungrily grabbing at it,while they sulk in one of their cubicles, wondering about life.

oh here's something i have been wanting to send as my resume! :)