A LIFETIME OF MEMORIES....

Deccan Nights

2010-04-24T13:42:00.000+05:30

Love

2010-02-22T11:24:00.001+05:30

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love".

Neil Gaiman

TADA Falls

2009-11-16T22:36:00.027+05:30

November 6, 2009
Saturday
0300 hrs
Alarm ringing

You must be wondering "What the… f*** made him to set an alarm at 3 AM on a Saturday morning???"
Well the answer is CTC!!!
It was my first trek with these crazy people who call themselves The Chennai Trekking Club.
Thanks to my Canadian friends Alex and Deborah who talked me into Mountain Biking in Sikkim and my amateur photographic skills I had developed an interest in nature's beauty and some adventure.
It came to this when I came across a poster put up by CTC in the college about "Save Tada" I was wondering what was TADA? After a few hits on the keyboard and a few clicks with the mouse I came to know that Tada is a popular picnic and trekking location just 2 hrs from Chennai.
The CTC was planning to clean up the place from the pollution and restore the beauty of the place. After going through the group's website and their really super photographs I couldn’t resist myself from joining their group.
2 weeks later I got a mail from Peter, one of the founders of the group that he is planning a 2 day Moderate + trek to Tada on Nov 6-7 and promised it would be fun.
So I registered for the trek which was to start on a Saturday morning at 3 AM.

I woke up to find that many guys in the hostel were still awake..music was loud.. I could hear the taunts of Age of Empires.. after all it was a weekend. After packing my Gear for the trek I started off towards Tidel park. 15 mins on the road and it started raining. Peter picked us up at Tidel park in his Scorpio and we headed off towards Koyambedu, Nathans café. The rain had increased and the state of the roads in the city was awful. 10 of us decided to dump our stuff in Peter's Scorpio and take a bus to Tada.

The fun started even before we reached Tada. The bus had given up on us.. after a few failed attempts by us and the driver to get it running we shifted to another bus. Upon reaching Varadaiyah Palayam we took a shared auto to the base camp and met the other guys with Peter.Food and other stuff were distributed. With our back packs really packed with noodles, rusk, jams squeezes, ketchup, cookies and water we started off along the jeep trail which the British had laid to reach the source of the Tada Falls.

The trail was rocky initially and as we gained altitude the vegetation had taken over it and the path became slippery. After some time we reached the cliff top from where we could get the first view of the falls. But the morning fog and the mist rising from the falls blocked the view. We could just hear the water falling on the rocks. Then we climber higher and reached a fortification of the British.. a wall built by stones.. here we had breakfast.. Rusk and Jam.. and before we could even think of some rest we could here Peter saying Hop Hop.. Lets move.. We climbed.

Then we reached another view point...a rock at the edge of the 200m cliff.. the fog and the rain were a bit merciful and allowed us a magnificent view of the Tada falls.. We could clearly see the majestic falls.. its white waters falling down and flowing through the valley. There was more water in the falls than usual due to the rains.

Then we moved onto the source of the falls which was about 10 mins away. First we took photographs, then washed our feet and then one by one we jumped into the cold water.

The stream formed a few small falls of about 5-10 feet before the 200 m fall.
It was at the top of these small falls that we dived, swam, posed for photographs, relaxed and stayed at peace with the world for about an hour. Lunch followed… Apple, rusk, energy bars and orange flavoured glucose in mountain water…

After a break like that everyone was just ready for the next part of the trek. We crossed the stream and then climbed up the other mountain where we found another fortified stone wall. We had another complete view of the Tada falls from a rock protruding out of the cliff, but this time on the opposite side of the valley. The rain had picked up full pace and even the wind was strong now. Peter told us that we will be climbing down the hill.. but it was not so easy..

We were at the top of a cliff with a vertical drop of 100 m.. not knowing this we were going around in circles at the same place trying to find a way down… Peter's GPS tracker said the destination was right ahead.. but we couldn’t figure out a way down.. we then walked … not down .. not up.. but forward.. along the circumference of the steep hill.. and after about 30 min we could recognise the trail which was usually taken by trekkers..

The journey down was quite bumpy.. every now and then we could hear someone from the group slipping, stones rolling down. Peter, Baskar and me were at the front of the group and after some time couldn’t hear the others. We then waited, shouted, kept quiet to hear the rest of the group.. but there was no other sound other than the falls and the monkeys. Peter went back to find the others while me and baskar waited. Time passed and the light was fading.. Peter returned with the group and told us that a guy had cramps in his legs and couldn’t walk. After we regrouped we climbed further down and reached flat surface.

The GPS said the temple which was where the road started was 500 m right ahead of us. But we could not get to it as there was a stream in between. It was dark and after some failed attempts to get to the temple we realised we were lost. Then Peter crossed the stream and we followed. The water was cold and was hip high with a strong current. We had to hold hands to balance ourselves. By the time we reached the other end Peter was gone and we had no idea where he went. We shouted and waited.. the flashlights helped us and we were looking for a signal from him. Afetr 5 mins he flashed his light and shouted that he had found the way out.. he was right in front of us but we dint know how he got there.. the vegetation was thick.. and there were thorns.. we fought our way through the thorny bushes.. and finally came onto the jeep trail with cuts and bruises..

We reached the temple and few of us took a bath in the stream there. Then we walked back to the place where Peter had parked his Scorpio. We ate some more apples and changed to dry clothes. The rain had reduced. We agreed that we should get back to the city as we cannot camp in the night there due to lack of firewood…. But there was one small problem… we were a group of 16.. and the village where we could get transport was about 15 km away. It was pitch dark. As usual Peter came up with a very good in fact a crazy solution.. 16 people..one Scorpio… Don’t think its possible?? Well it is.. atleast for CTCians…. 3 in the front.. 4 in the back.. 2 guys with their torsos popping out of the windows.. remaining were hanging onto the roof rails of the Scorpio with their feet on the footboard. Half way through and the rain hit back.. with people hanging from the car and their shirts off.. the villagers thought it was some movie scene as we entered Varadaiyah Palayam..

We had dinner in a small hotel..8 egg dosas, 120 idlis and 8 double omelettes. The hotel guy ran out of chutney and sambhar.. Then we started the journey back to Chennai. 6 guys with Peter started off in his Scorpio while the others took the bus back to Koyambedu. A hot water bath and a good night sleep was a perfect ending for a more than a perfect weekend… Will remember my first fun filled adventurous trek and the crazy CTCians for a very long time…

Photograph...

2009-04-12T11:02:00.000+05:30

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me...

Sunscreen.....

2009-03-04T21:06:00.002+05:30

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’07
Wear sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Brother and sister together we'll make it through Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there I know you've been hurting, and I know I've been waiting to be there for you. And I'll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can. Everybody's free.

A Message by George Carlin

2008-12-29T11:30:00.000+05:30

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Northern Sky...

2008-09-21T10:11:00.001+05:30

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

I've been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye.

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

Nick Drake

I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU....

2008-07-18T13:40:00.001+05:30

I guess this time you're really leaving
I heard your suitcase say goodbye
Well as my broken heart lies bleeding
You say true love, it's suicide

You say you've cried a thousand rivers
And now you're swimming for the shore
You left me drowning in my tears
And you won't save me anymore

I pray to God you'll give me one more chance, girl

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

I know you know we're had some good times
Now they have their own hiding place
I can't promise you tomorrow
But I can't buy back yesterday

And Baby you know my hands are dirty
But I wanted to be your valentine
I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby
When you get drunk, I'll be the wine

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

And I wasn't there when you were happy
I wasn't there when you were down
I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby
I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out

I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

MY LOVE...

2008-06-08T09:12:00.000+05:30

An empty street, an empty house

A hole inside my heart

I'm all alone, the rooms are getting smaller.

I wonder how, I wonder why, I wonder where they are

The days we had, the songs we sang together.(oh yeah)

And all my love, I'm holding on forever

Reaching for the love that seems so far

[Chorus:]

So I say a little prayer

And hope my dreams will take me there

Where the skies are blue, to see you once again... my love.

All the seas from coast to coast

To find the place I Love The Most

Where the fields are green, to see you once again... my love.

I try to read, I go to work

I'm laughing with my friends

But I can't stop to keep myself from thinking. (oh no)

I wonder how, I wonder why, I wonder where they are

The days we had, the songs we sang together.(oh yeah)

And all my love, I'm holding on forever

Reaching for the love that seems so far

So I say a little prayer

And hope my dreams will take me there

Where the skies are blue, to see you once again... my love.

All the seas from coast to coast

To find the place I Love The Most

Where the fields are green, to see you once again...

To hold you in my arms

To promise you my love

To tell you from the heart

You're all I'm thinking of

Reaching for the love that seems so far

So I say a little prayer

And hope my dreams will take me there

Where the skies are blue, to see you once again... my love.

All the seas from coast to coast

To find the place I Love The Most

Where the fields are green, to see you once again... my love.

Say it in a prayer (my sweet love)

Dreams will take me there

Where the skies are blue (woah yeah), to see you once again my love. (oh my love)

All the seas from coast to coast

To find the place I Love The Most

Where the fields are green, to see you once again.... My Love

QUOTE FOR THE DAY

2008-05-04T12:42:00.000+05:30

"And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught".

Khalil Gibran

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL....

2008-03-20T23:32:00.000+05:30

My life is brilliant.

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

NICE THINGS....

2008-03-11T12:33:00.002+05:30

Think about them one at a time BEFORE going on to the next one.........
IT DOES MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, especially the thought at the end.

1. Falling in love.

2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.

3. A hot shower.

4. No lines at the supermarket

5. A special glance.

6. Getting mail

7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.

8. Hearing your favourite song on the radio

9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.

10. Hot clothes fresh out of the dryer, smelling of detergent.

11. Finding the sweater/pair of jeans you want is on sale for half price.

12. Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla!) (or strawberry)

13. A long distance phone call.

14. A bubble bath.

15. Giggling.

16. A good conversation.

17 The beach

18. Finding a 20 note in your coat from last winter.

19. Laughing at yourself.

20. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.

21. Running through sprinklers.

22. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.

23. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.

24. Laughing at an inside joke.

25. Friends.

26. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.

27. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.

28. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).

29. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.

30. Playing with a new puppy/kitten.

31. Having someone play with your hair.

32. Sweet dreams.

33. Hot chocolate.

34. Road trips with friends.

35. Swinging on swings.

36. Pataakas on diwali.

37. Song lyrics printed inside your new cassette so you can sing along without feeling stupid.

38. Going to a really good concert.

39. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.

40. Playing Pictionary and winning through the most innovative means of cheating.

41. Cooking food with limited supplies in a hostel.

42. Having your friends send you homemade cake.

43. Spending time with close friends.

44. Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends.

45. Holding hands with someone you care about.

46. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change

47. Riding the best roller coasters over and over.

48. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.

49. Watching the sunrise/sunset.

50. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.

Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

BEING IN TWENTIES - SOMETHING

2008-03-11T12:02:00.000+05:30

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."

FATE DETERMINES WHO COMES INTO OUR LIVES..... HEART DETERMINES WHO STAYS

SWEET CHILD O' MINE

2008-03-07T06:35:00.000+05:30

She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I stared too long I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they thought of rain

I hate to look into those eyes

And see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place

Where as a child I'd hide

And pray for the thunder and the rain

To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

A Doggone Good Photo

2008-03-02T12:20:00.000+05:30

It's not often you can get even one dog to hold a pose, let alone a big group of them.

Found this one in KODAK Moment of the month..

BRIGHTER THAN SUNSHINE...

2008-01-16T10:14:00.000+05:30

I never understood before

I never knew what love was for

My heart was broke, my head was sore

What a feeling

Tied up in ancient history

I didnt believe in destiny

I look up you're standing next to me

What a feeling

What a feeling in my soul

Love burns brighter than sunshine

Brighter than sunshine

Let the rain fall, i don't care

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine

Suddenly you're mine

And it's brighter than sunshine

I never saw it happening

I'd given up and given in

I just couldn't take the hurt again

What a feeling

I didn't have the strength to fight

Suddenly you seemed so right

Me and you

What a feeling

What a feeling in my soul

Love burns brighter than sunshine

It's brighter than sunshine

Let the rain fall, I don't care

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine

Suddenly you're mine

It's brighter than the sun

It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine.

Love will remain a mystery

But give me your hand and you will see

Your heart is keeping time with me

What a feeling in my soul

Love burns brighter than sunshine

It's brighter than sunshine

Let the rain fall, I don't care

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine

suddenly you're mine

I got a feeling in my soul ...

A song from the movie A LOT LIKE LOVE.....

FOOLS DIE

2008-01-14T10:14:00.000+05:30

“Listen to me. I will tell you the truth about a man’s life. I will tell you the truth about his love for women. That he never hates them. Already you think I’m on the wrong track. Stay with me. Really—I’m a master of magic. “Do you believe a man can truly love a woman and constantly
betray her? Never mind physically, but betray her in his mind, in the very ‘poetry of his soul.’ Well, it’s not easy, but men do it all the time.

“Do you want to know how women can love you, feed you that love deliberately to poison your body and mind simply to destroy you? And out of passionate love choose not to love you anymore? And at the same time dizzy you with an idiot’s ecstasy? Impossible? That’s the easy part. “But don’t run away. This is not a love story. “I will make you feel the painful beauty of a child, the animal hominess of the adolescent male, the yearning suicidal moodiness of the young female. And then (here’s the hard part) show you how time turns man and woman around full circle, exchanged in body and soul.

“And then of course there is TRUE LOVE. Don’t go away! It exists or I will make it exist. I’m not a master of magic for nothing. Is it worth what it cost? And how about sexual fidelity? Does it work? Is it love? Is it even human, that perverse passion to be with only one person? And if it doesn’t work, do you still get a bonus for trying? Can it work both ways? Of course not, that’s easy. And yet— “Life is a comical business, and there is nothing funnier than love traveling through time. But a true master of magic can make his audience laugh and cry at the same time. Death is another story. I will never make a joke about death. It is beyond my powers.

“I am always alert for death. He doesn’t fool me. I spothim right away. He loves to come in his country-bumpkin disguise; a comicalwart that suddenly grows and grows; the dark, hairy mole that sends its roots to the very bone; or hiding behind a pretty little fever blush. Then suddenly that grinning skull appears to take the victim by surprise. But never me. I’m waiting for him. I take my precautions.

“Parallel to death, love is a tiresome, childish business, though men believe more in love than death. Women are another story. They have a powerful secret. They don’t take love seriously and never have. “But again, don’t go away. Again; this is not a love story. Forget about love. I will show you all the stretches of power. First the life of a poor struggling writer. Sensitive. Talented. Maybe even some genius. I will show you the artist getting the shit kicked out of him for the sake of his art. And why he so richly deserves it. Then I will show him as a cunning criminal and having the time of his life. Ah, what joy the true artist feels when he finally becomes a crook. It’s out in the open now, his essential nature. No more kidding around about his honor. The son of a bitch is a hustler. A conniver. An enemy of society right out in the clear instead of hiding behind his whore’s cunt of art. What a relief. What pleasure. Such sly delight. And then how he becomes an honest man again. It’s an awful strain being a crook. “But it helps you to accept society and forgive your fellow-man. Once that’s done no person should be a crook unless he really needs the money.

“Then on to one of the most amazing success stories in the history of literature. The intimate lives of the giants of our culture. One crazy bastard especially. The classy world. So now we have the poor struggling genius world, the crooked world and the classy literary world. All his laced with plenty of sex, some complicated ideas you won’t be hit over the head with and ay even find interesting. And finally on to a full-blast ending in Hollywood with our hero gobbling up all its rewards, money, fame, beautiful women. And don’t go away—don’t go away—how it all turns to ashes.

“That’s not enough? You’ve heard it all before? But remember I’m a master of magic. I can bring all these people truly alive. I can show you what they truly think and feel. you’ll weep for them, all of them, I promise you that.Or maybe just laugh. Anyway, we’re going to have a lot of fun.And learn something about life. Which is really no help. “Ah, I know what you’re thinking. That conning bastard trying to make us turn the page. But wait, it’s only a tale I want to tell. What’s the harm? Even if I take it seriously, you don’t have to. Just have a good time.

“I want to tell you a story, I have no other vanity. I don’t desire success or fame or money. But that’s easy, most men, most women don’t, not really. Even better, I don’t want love.When I was young, some women told me they loved me for my long eyelashes. I accepted. Later it was for my wit. Then for my power and money. Then for my talent. Then for my mind—deep. OK, I can handle all of it. The only woman who scares me is the one who loves me for myself alone. I have plans for her. I have poisons and daggers and dark graves in caves to hide her head. She can’t be allowed to live.Especiallyif she is sexually faithful and never lies and always puts me ahead of everything and everyone.

“Therewill be a lot about love in this book, but it’s not a love book. It’s a war book. The old war between men who are truefriends. The great ‘new’ war between men and women. Sure it’s an old story, but it’s out in the open now. The Women’s Liberation warriors think they have something new, but it’s just their armies coming out of their guerrilla hills. Sweet women ambushed men always: at their cradles, in the kitchen, the bedroom. And at the graves of their children, the best place not to hear a plea for mercy.

“Ah, well, you think I have a grievance against women. But I never hated them. And they’ll come out better people than men, you’ll see. But the truth is that only women have been able to make me unhappy, and they have done so from the cradle on. But most men can say that. And there’s nothing to be done.

“What a target I’ve given here. I know—I know—how irresistible it seems. But be careful. I’m a tricky storyteller, not just one of your vulnerable sensitive artists. I’ve taken my precautions. I’ve still got a few surprises left. “But enough. Let me get to work. Letmebegin and let me end.”

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

2008-01-02T18:37:00.002+05:30

A new year starts....new resolutions.....new ideas....new tasks to do...everything so new...and yet not so new...people wishing you for a happy and prosperous year...expecting new and better things this year....expecting for a change...for improvements.....for good things...for a better life....

Im not much of a writer...thought i will still try writing...thanks to some good friends of mine who are really good writers.

Happy New Year anyways...

You...

2008-01-02T18:37:00.001+05:30

You.......whoever you are, whom I always loved and never found. You....whom I expected to see at the end of days beyond the horizon, You ....whose presence I had always felt in the streets of the city and whose world I wanted to build, its my love for you that had kept me moving, my love and my hope to reach you and my wish to be worthy of you when I stand before you face to face. Now, I know that I shall never find you...that it is not to be reached or lived...but what is left of my life is still yours, and I will go on in your name, even though it is a name I'll never learn, I will go on serving you, even though I'm never to win, I will go on, to be worthy of you on the day I will meet you again, even though I won't........