sunday morning ramblings!!

As I listen to Anna Nalick's .Breathe..2am...it just makes you think that women are just so sensitive, like a real justification and consolation her voice brings...it just makes you want to sit quiet and ponder...that particular litany is just so soft and melancholic, just like KT Tunstall singing other side of the world.It would have been different. And it is. Things are different. Yet the same. The internal fabric is so destroyed that it's difficult to become the same person again. And like we move forward. And lovers who turn around at the wrong times. You just know that things are not going to be the same. You want to work it out, but you leave the effort. You just want to be. And now you try to cradle the memories in your hands. Hold them close as you move from one cloudy weather to the other.

Yesterday was really relaxed.

Went shopping to Lokhandwala, bought me white leather shoes with brown sturdy laces. They look classy, but nothing that i'd wear. Got myself a really good skirt...hehe..and my free kurta..it was wonderful. I and shruti end up having so much fun! have gotten thru life with such precious frends and my family..sometimes, i am crushing harder in melancholy. than anyone wud ever know. anyways..gotta get back to work. and its a sunday!!! :D

Muffled scream

Tears in my eyes.
Wanting an escape, trickling down the beach,
and mating with the sea.
Pure me, pure me.
I scream from the wild and make an echo in the wind,
running, free from independence, now howls of agony burst forth,
and I am troubled.
Yes, I see.
Me troubled,
and I ask for help, in setting me free.
Will you come and help me? Will you? Do you know me?

I have awakened from my beauty sleep

A vacation is what you need when you just want to feel that pampered again. A vacation reminds you of the lovely kindergarten days when you can just lie about and do nothing, and it seems you're doing so many things...AAh never mind. Life is just that I guess. When it comes to vacation. But the brain isn't resting. It is more like restless. Forever wanting to dive in and out of things...wanting to find a way of how to make bloody good money, or just scheming a way to be happy 20 years from now. You get what I mean. This vacation was a lot of that. It was about letting yourself free. See I am not the abstract one, I will tell it like it is. But I will evade what I am trying to say to you and you'll probably just get it.

Calcutta is where I was. It was wonderful.Friends, Family and so on and so forth. Wow. Why haven't I travelled before. i need to find some travel buddies. Lol.Travelling is just so much fun. I need to have read Jerome K Jerome before left that would make me less schizophrenic...ha ha.

Even as I sit back and ponder, and write a few reviews which I have seen, it seems like I love to be enveloped in a thick sweater of comfort. Never wanting to get out of this cocoon. happy the way I am. Just the way things are.But really is this how I want to be?

Sure.

:D


A cold morning, which felt as a breeze
A clothing line, overlooking a tram line
The future seemed bleak with a strike in preparation
Words and conversations
interrupted with welcoming food
Sumptuous and home cooked
love and care
A tinge of excitement
Lucid and soft feet
wondering in the streets
A journey that became a loving ride
Memorials and Paintings
Taking you to an era gone by
Splendid city, marvels you
The prayers of a distant shore haunt you
The sight of the goddess entices
as her world in which you try and rejoice
The journey carefully treads on mystic verses
With happiness you smile as you close your eyes
Taking it all in, Now or Never
The Smell of Calcutta will linger forever


:)

The palm of comfort

Long time no see.

Lot of things happen, mostly we come to acknowledge them and most times we don't.Like a child who gets down from a free ride, shows her drawing to you and you appreciate it, she claps, and you smile, her mother gets down, not acknowledging your presence and then she walks off. You take the ride to your destination. You stare at faces in the train, sadness, anger, a daze. A journey is mere contemplation, a reflection on the thoughts of idiosyncrasies, weird as they are but very individual and itchy. At times, they move you, at times they ennervate. I am here now, I am happy now. The world is moving on.

Things change, people move. And in their hearts they are still the same. You watch a movie, it takes you in on a life's secret. A peepshow, A gossip column for you to later elaborate on, as a review or as a recommendation. An act that is completely natural. You listen to Beethovan and you dream, you move with the rhythm and you beg it to not stop. Just one more time.

Don't you just love to run, run wild, amok? I like to run. It's freedom, when I would run in school I would do it because I wanted to win, I now want to run because it makes me feel better, maybe I want to remember what it was like...

I observed a sparrow, Passer Domesticus, I observed how quaint they are, chirping away, so cute indeed, and I wondered that they would be the most free birds in India today besides the crow. So free. Indians believe crows to be freespirits of those who have left us for the heavens and it is such a beautiful notion that besides the stork and the hawk, a domestic bird lives a free life. Now as more and more concrete buildings come up, the numbers diminish. Maybe the crow will live, for it is well fed by the orthodox society. But the poor lil sparrow will vanish, as she finds that the cities have begun to ignore them. I remember an old poem in Marathi which went, chimni bai chimni bai kuthey jaata ghai ghai?

Hey Sparrow lady , Hey Sparrow lady, where are you off to?

Well, in a few years, that poem will diminish too.

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Children of Heaven

I saw the movie Children of Heaven; here's my review on it:

http://www.mouthshut.com/review/Children_of_Heaven-137321-1.html

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