It's Christmas!

It's christmas

but why this emptiness?

lots of people around

there's music, there are gifts

Still.

feel lost in the crowd

not sadness

just a numbness unexplainable

May be.

that small chocolate cake 

those balloons, colour papers

Your laughter

that small gift 

distant images now 

time to dust those photos 

silently whisper  into the air  

"happy christmas" 

And treasure that wonderful gift 

Memories.

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.

Song of the day!

Chocolate Brown by Cranberries

But I tried and I sighed
He didn't listen to me, I felt that way

Still I tried and I sighed
He wouldn't understand me, I felt that way

But you're so young and you don't get me now
I feel so guilty and you are Chocolate Brown
 
Chocolate Brown, I can't play
Not too long, I will make it up to you
Chocolate Brown

Still I learn and I learn
There's so much to think about you
So much to lose

But it's just so fine and you don't see it now
Don't make me guilty
Please don't Chocolate Brown

Chocolate Brown, I can't play
Not too long, I will make it up to you
Chocolate Brown

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. 

Profound thoughts!

Wish i could come up with some.

The little pleasures!

Ah! the little joys of life!...

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...

..the whole day just went up couple of notches...

..and then comes a maruti car...faster than the speed of rain..and splashes water all over!

..things even out.

Let me start with Ghalib..

Mirza (Asadullah Khan) Ghalib.

"Hum ko maloom hein jannat ki haqiqat lekin..

Dil ko khush rakhne ko Ghalib..yeh khayal achcha hein.."

Ghalib says...I know the truth about heaven

But..to keep this heart happy..the idea is good.

What is it that fascinates me with Ghalib's writings?

His obsession with himself? His sadness? His rejection of authority? His wishfulness?

May be its because he is a great..but sees his flaws..his failings so clearly..

Like when he says..

Yeh Masail-e-Tasawwuf..Yeh tera bayaan Ghalib,

Tujhe hum wali samajhte, jo na baadakhwaar hota

Ghalib..the way you talk of philosophy ..the way you explain it..

You would have been considered a saint...If you did not drink so much

Oh ya...and his really wierd sense of humor.

Is 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 ?

BS.

Let me just write. 

Watch this space!

Watch this space!