tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46053717060989843072024-02-08T03:44:02.825-08:00A well adjusted personalityPhaedrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718389682192259160noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605371706098984307.post-2624632220345225182008-09-06T08:40:00.001-07:002008-09-06T09:42:44.513-07:00It's Christmas!<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">It's christmas</span><br /></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">but why this emptiness?</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">lots of people around</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">there's music, there are gifts</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Still.</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">feel lost in the crowd</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">not sadness</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">just a numbness unexplainable</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">May be.</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">that small chocolate cake </span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">those balloons, colour papers</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Your laughter</span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">that small gift </span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">distant images now </span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">time to dust those photos </span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">silently whisper into the air </span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"happy christmas" </span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">And treasure that wonderful gift </span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Memories.<br /></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; ">I wrote this a long time back. This one's dedicated to a very special friend of mine..someone who has a very unique approach to life..is enormously crazy..is dyslexic..cant spell words for nuts..studies astrology..has studied psychology..worries about losing her intuition..is a counselor..taught me how to give gifts..share her miniscule lunch with me and a squirrel (which blessed me and got me a seat at iim-a)..likes talking..has a scooty..wants to marry for alimony..thinks all mallus and outsiders should be thrown out of bangalore..and hails from maharashtra..introduced me to roadside chat in jayanagar..and an awesome roadside aloo paratha joint....that's about it..and if she gets to know that I described her in so little words..she might kill me too. She is a genius and is my bestest friend.</pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><br /></pre></span>Phaedrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718389682192259160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605371706098984307.post-10148736045052414392008-09-05T12:01:00.000-07:002008-09-05T12:10:11.736-07:00Song of the day!Chocolate Brown by Cranberries<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">But I tried and I sighed<br />He didn't listen to me, I felt that way<br /><br />Still I tried and I sighed<br />He wouldn't understand me, I felt that way<br /><br />But you're so young and you don't get me now<br />I feel so guilty and you are Chocolate Brown<br /> <br />Chocolate Brown, I can't play<br />Not too long, I will make it up to you<br />Chocolate Brown<br /><br />Still I learn and I learn<br />There's so much to think about you<br />So much to lose<br /><br />But it's just so fine and you don't see it now<br />Don't make me guilty<br />Please don't Chocolate Brown<br /><br />Chocolate Brown, I can't play<br />Not too long, I will make it up to you<br />Chocolate Brown</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">So much love, passion, tenderness in the lyrics and rendition. Not sure if the song was written after Dolores became a mom... but I'd guess so. </span></div>Phaedrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718389682192259160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605371706098984307.post-69482768754710502272008-09-05T11:56:00.001-07:002008-09-05T11:56:52.469-07:00Profound thoughts!Wish i could come up with some.Phaedrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718389682192259160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605371706098984307.post-26825907909448220452008-09-04T10:01:00.000-07:002008-09-05T12:20:50.115-07:00The little pleasures!Ah! the little joys of life!...<div><br /></div><div>The usual routine at office...leave at 7:30..go to a restaurant near by...have some food..a beer...and then when about to leave realize that its pouring outside..then get drenched attempting to get into an auto...feel cold...feel good about getting drenched..as the auto moves on...</div><div><br /></div><div>..the whole day just went up couple of notches...</div><div><br /></div><div>..and then comes a maruti car...faster than the speed of rain..and splashes water all over!</div><div><br /></div><div>..things even out.</div>Phaedrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718389682192259160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605371706098984307.post-71361751125002261002008-09-03T12:48:00.000-07:002008-09-04T10:09:36.184-07:00Let me start with Ghalib..Mirza (Asadullah Khan) Ghalib.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">"Hum ko maloom hein jannat ki haqiqat lekin..</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Dil ko khush rakhne ko Ghalib..yeh khayal achcha hein.."</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Ghalib says...I know the truth about heaven</div><div>But..to keep this heart happy..the idea is good.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>What is it that fascinates me with Ghalib's writings?</div><div>His obsession with himself? His sadness? His rejection of authority? His wishfulness?</div><div>May be its because he is a great..but sees his flaws..his failings so clearly..</div><div><br /></div><div>Like when he says..</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Yeh Masail-e-Tasawwuf..Yeh tera bayaan Ghalib,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Tujhe hum wali samajhte, jo na baadakhwaar hota</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Ghalib..the way you talk of philosophy ..the way you explain it..</div><div>You would have been considered a saint...If you did not drink so much</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh ya...and his really wierd sense of humor.</div></div>Phaedrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718389682192259160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605371706098984307.post-35801515337390211272008-09-03T12:42:00.000-07:002008-09-03T12:48:06.283-07:00Is there a reason..Is there a reason why I shouldn't be blogging ? What if i dont want to be a 100% honest ? What if there are things I just dont want to put out there ? Does it matter that what ends up written is just a small part of this really really complicated me? Is there a higher purpose to all this ?<div><br /></div><div>BS.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me just write. </div>Phaedrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718389682192259160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4605371706098984307.post-7455934449957104632007-02-22T03:20:00.001-08:002007-02-22T03:20:51.717-08:00Watch this space!Watch this space!Phaedrushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10718389682192259160noreply@blogger.com0