Wednesday, August 20, 2008

... Umrey daraaz maangkar, laaye they chaar din
Do aarzoo mein kat gaye, do intezaar mein...
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Thursday, August 14, 2008

Dream On..

Dream, you should. I know I don't, but guess will do, sometime.

If you have an hour to spare, click below - exciting stuff. Inspirational. Ecstatic.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008


I have had this discussion many times, with many people, under various circumstances - and whatever one may say, the crux of the matter is that "everyone is good".

Come what may, even when circumstances galore, just like entropy that always increases, goodness in the world can only appreciate.

Sample this - I host many people from International Hospitality Club; infact, recently more often than not, I've had someone at our place, spending the night, on a stopover or having a look around delhi. And in all cases, I have only heard cases of people helping each other - never has been the case that ANY HC member would tell me that they've had a shabby experience anywhere.

Curiosity is one thing; personal interests could be another - but other than that, I've seen that people don't trouble each other. Agreed that there is a cold war kind of culture change happening everywhere, where people don't even know their neighbors properly these days, but that is mostly because of busy nature of people, and don't say anything about people not being 'good' to each other.

Every day, I greet many people. Many greet me.

"Hey Abhinav, how are you today?"
"I am good Deepak. Thanks. How are you doing?"
"I'm good - thanks"

Having this conversation time and again, everyday, with everyone, doesn't bore me. That's because, it gives a 'good' feeling - a feeling which tells you that you 'indeed' HAVE a life - a life where people do care - although very in a very passive way, as it emanates from this example, but it does make sense, doesn't it?

Don't you think you're doing good? Or you are good? Or if nothing else, I'm good?

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with arms wide open

Creed performs to bring out the most sensational of the feelings inside, while giving this number.

Another one says:

...when you are with me,
I'm free,
I'm careless.....

...My sacrifice
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Monday, August 04, 2008

my lady..

The best thing about My Fair Lady perhaps is the way she portrays herself - its awesome. The quick wit gives life and she is nothing less than a pure joyful experience.

Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns,
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again-
And yet
I've grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.

Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet,
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.

a few things..

Good: This thing that the modern day commercialism has started - called as "Friendship Day". Even those who don't really have ample time to let those who matter know that they really matter, take some time out one way or the way, and drop in a message, to say the least.

Awesome: India wins, finally. Defeated SL by 170 runs.

Bad: Massa had an engine failure, with only a few laps to go - sad that he lost out on the championship lead.

Interesting: My folks shifted home recently, and shifted to our home where I grew up as a kid. Since me and my younger bro have been out of home for a long time now (owing to studies first, and then work), all the boxes with stuff came out in the limelight when the shifting happened last week. And boy-oh-boy, what a pandora's box it has been. Reminds me of the F.R.E.I.N.D.S episode, where Monica and Ross go to their parents' home, to pick up their stuff, while the latter were moving. Obviously, all of our stuff was intact (unlike Monica in the TV series, who lost all her stuff to rains, but instead got a Porsche!), and I could feel a kid yet again, while going through my childhood stuff. I did bring a couple of things back to my place from those boxes, to remind me of the good ol' times. Guess I'll start with a few things soon enough.

Awaited: Lots of things. Can't pen down all right now - infact, can't pen down many, ever. Catch 22. Perception. Good will. Confusion. Loads to come..

Friday, August 01, 2008


Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?

- Before Sunrise