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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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! :)