The sun, it stripped me of truth.
There wasn't a thing I could do.
The moon shined with hope, but then bade me farewell,
So I chose to follow the blue.
And friends, they took what was theirs.
Then went on to making their plans.
They told me to grin as if pain were a sin,
So I left them standing back there.
Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.
And trees, they grow from the earth,
But sometimes they take to the sea.
No one could have known where they one day would be.
So come and wander with me.
Together we'll search for a place
And listen for the hidden sounds
Of wind, and dreams, and all pleasant things.
Come, let's wander around.
Who needs a home when there so much to see
And so many things to do.
Lovers and friends, we'll meet once again
If wandering leads me to you.
And old man sits on his roof,
Sleepily watching the world.
He wandered away all the years of his youth,
Now he's got something to hold.
Well man, I'll be just like you.
I'll see everything to see.
And maybe one day I'll settle to live
With someone who's loving me.
With someone who's loving me.
- Genry Gene
April 07, 2011
Hello Kitten!
Life, I just can't be arsed about you.
*****
Oh these long unyielding nights! I have started to fear these unfriendly sleepless nights now. The despairing panic that blankets the sky come evening...the long wait ahead drowned in cup after cup of sweet tea.
Nothing happens.
Sometimes, tangy tomato soup to keep me warm. Still. Nothing happens.
The cicadas try to keep me company, but I reject them. They make too much noise.
I sit close to the warm, humming machine instead, scrolling word after word.
Numbing.
Days are no better. Left on the coffee table in anonymity, they shift and shuffle, unattended.
Banal. I reject them too.
*****
Dreams, evade. Nothing to dream of. Death too escapes. Nothing to live for.
I have given up on death. It has nothing to offer. It will cheat you into surrender and then poof. Nothing. It will not deliver on what it initially promised.
There's no hope.
*****
The other day I dreamt that some mad scientist has brought the dinosaurs back to life. And that people were living in mansions and houses that float.
I wonder what will happen if the dinosaurs come back to life. I, for one, will welcome them.
*****
Maybe I should go have a kid or something I am thinking. It'll keep me occupied and busy enough for me to never realise that I am not living.
Busy enough to inhale and exhale enough number of times through the day without questioning why.
That's what women have done in every generation. Have kids to escape this never ending unhappiness.
And in turn, created more of it. But maybe I can do it better. Arrogance.
Maybe, after all, there is some hope.
I'll go polish my knuckles now.
*****
Oh these long unyielding nights! I have started to fear these unfriendly sleepless nights now. The despairing panic that blankets the sky come evening...the long wait ahead drowned in cup after cup of sweet tea.
Nothing happens.
Sometimes, tangy tomato soup to keep me warm. Still. Nothing happens.
The cicadas try to keep me company, but I reject them. They make too much noise.
I sit close to the warm, humming machine instead, scrolling word after word.
Numbing.
Days are no better. Left on the coffee table in anonymity, they shift and shuffle, unattended.
Banal. I reject them too.
*****
Dreams, evade. Nothing to dream of. Death too escapes. Nothing to live for.
I have given up on death. It has nothing to offer. It will cheat you into surrender and then poof. Nothing. It will not deliver on what it initially promised.
There's no hope.
*****
The other day I dreamt that some mad scientist has brought the dinosaurs back to life. And that people were living in mansions and houses that float.
I wonder what will happen if the dinosaurs come back to life. I, for one, will welcome them.
*****
Maybe I should go have a kid or something I am thinking. It'll keep me occupied and busy enough for me to never realise that I am not living.
Busy enough to inhale and exhale enough number of times through the day without questioning why.
That's what women have done in every generation. Have kids to escape this never ending unhappiness.
And in turn, created more of it. But maybe I can do it better. Arrogance.
Maybe, after all, there is some hope.
I'll go polish my knuckles now.
April 05, 2011
Wilting Ears...
Dear Universe,
Why is it so bloody(forgive me!) difficult to find a decent man who is also a thrilling conversationalist?! Why? WHY WHY WHY? Answer me this dear Universe!
Why can't I meet a guy who can talk about geography, literature, history, economics, finance, science, politics and any and every topic under the sky and above it? When I can, why can't I find another one like me? Find me a man with whom I can talk till our ears bleed and jaws hurt and till we pass out from sheer exhaustion of talking. Send me a man with whom my conversations are so unbelievably awesome and interesting that even unbelievable good sex is the last thing on our minds.
If such a man does exist, parcel him right away dear Universe, and I shall forever be indebted to you.
Yours (most) loquaciously,
A
Why is it so bloody(forgive me!) difficult to find a decent man who is also a thrilling conversationalist?! Why? WHY WHY WHY? Answer me this dear Universe!
Why can't I meet a guy who can talk about geography, literature, history, economics, finance, science, politics and any and every topic under the sky and above it? When I can, why can't I find another one like me? Find me a man with whom I can talk till our ears bleed and jaws hurt and till we pass out from sheer exhaustion of talking. Send me a man with whom my conversations are so unbelievably awesome and interesting that even unbelievable good sex is the last thing on our minds.
If such a man does exist, parcel him right away dear Universe, and I shall forever be indebted to you.
Yours (most) loquaciously,
A
April 04, 2011
Blame It All On Oxytocin...
Love is indeed a many-splendored thing, but sometimes we all need to tie ourselves to the mast.Whoa!!! Wait a minute, so according to this article, it is possible to fall in love with anyone with a help of a little squirt of Oxytocin? And it's also, therefore, possible to move on and not mope over a failed relationship, with the help of a drug that reverses the Oxytocin effect?
I am on the fence about the use of such a drug, ofcourse, cause it's not natural. Though, looks like, it won't be too far in the future when use of such drugs would be commonplace. What about all that romance and poetry then? Useless?
Link to the research quoted in the article above.
Also, interesting idea by Larry Young on why men love boobs. From Freudian, evolutionary, reproductive to now bonding eh? :)
Looks like, foreplay is the word :)
Cricket Reading...
I love cricket but I'll be honest and admit that I don't know much about cricket. Oh, I know the basics, but unlike Dad, I wouldn't be able to tell you why that four wasn't good cricketing. I enjoy watching the game, like I enjoy watching football.
How many Indians really understand the game? Most of us watch the game cause India's playing.
I might not agree with everything Aaker Patel says here, but this is true: Indians, most of them atleast, love India and not the game.
Most of us will vehemently deny it but that's how we Indians are.
Part II: True enough, our commentators are horrible. Which is another reason why most of us can't tell a good shot from a bad one. Instead of providing insight into the game, we have commentators discuss celebrities and say things like, "We have two Asian teams in the finals and one Asian team will win the World Cup." Like, dude, duh?
Cricket has become more and more commercialized. Somewhere, yes, it has lost its soul to advertisers and money making companies. Let's accept that if nothing else.
I wonder if we'll ever see good cricketing after Sachin retires.
Why you should care about Cricket by Wright Thompson.
How many Indians really understand the game? Most of us watch the game cause India's playing.
I might not agree with everything Aaker Patel says here, but this is true: Indians, most of them atleast, love India and not the game.
Most of us will vehemently deny it but that's how we Indians are.
Part II: True enough, our commentators are horrible. Which is another reason why most of us can't tell a good shot from a bad one. Instead of providing insight into the game, we have commentators discuss celebrities and say things like, "We have two Asian teams in the finals and one Asian team will win the World Cup." Like, dude, duh?
Cricket has become more and more commercialized. Somewhere, yes, it has lost its soul to advertisers and money making companies. Let's accept that if nothing else.
I wonder if we'll ever see good cricketing after Sachin retires.
Why you should care about Cricket by Wright Thompson.
April 03, 2011
April 01, 2011
What's In My HandBag...
Every time I meet a new guy, he wants to know what I carry in my handbag. To be fair, I do carry a huge hand bag. A guy once told me I looked ready to go on a vacation with my handbag. It almost looked as big as a suitcase(to him). Another one told me I'd never need anything if I got lost on some Island, cause I'd be carrying everything in my tote. I ofcourse don't agree, but here are the contents of my bag:
(Ofcourse I am bored.)
1) iPod
2) Mobile
3) House keys
4) Sunglasses
5) A Scarf/Stole
6) Pens (Cause I can never find one when I need it. So I carry many pens)
7) Lots of random receipts
8) A notepad
9) Some scrunchies (Cause, again,I can never find one when I need one)
10) Red wallet (wallets to me should always be red) and some spare change (2 and 5 rupees coins)
11) A pink coloured comb (which I stole from Apeksha in college)
12) Tissues
13) And now to the real maal: A bottle of hand disinfectant
14) Fab India's Honey and Frankincense face wash
15) Neutrogena's Ultra Sheer Sunblock (SPF 50)
16) Fab India's Tea Tree face wash (cause I get bored of the same face wash)
17) Nike's Deo
18) Bath & Body Works Cherry Blossom Body Splash
19) Bath & Body Works Japanese Cherry Blossom body lotion (with VitaminE and Jojoba and shea butter)
20) Fab India's Bitter Orange Facial spray (When I need to look all fresh and dewy (Atleast I try!))
21) The Body Shop's Cocoa Butter for hands (I hate having dry rough hands)
23) Toothbrush (In case I puke or have something stuck in my teeth and I suddenly find myself face to face with the man of my dreams. I need a clean mouth to kiss dude!)
24) My makeup pouch (which was bought from Bhutan. Love it :)) with following contents:
a) Fab India's Plum Passion Lip Butter
b) A lovely pocket mirror bought from UK
c) Avon Lip gloss gifted by sister
d) Maybelline's Moisture Extreme Lipstick(Chestnut #917) My faithful lipstick!
Muaah!
e) Elizabeth Arden's Ceramide Plump Perfect lipstick (Perfect Brick #02)
f) L'Oréal's True Match foundation
g) Chambor's black eyeliner pencil
h) Chambor's dark green eyeliner pencil
i) Chambor's grey shimmery eyeliner pencil
j) Chambor's midnight blue eyeliner pencil
k) Avon's khol pencil gifted by mom's friend
l) Chambor's curl plus length black mascara
m) L'Oréal's Blush Minerals
n) VOV's eyeshadow box with 15 yummy shades (Thanks to PJ)
o) Faithful Tweezer
p) Climskin gel for acne
q) Pink, Yellow and Purple hair clips
r) Pair of earrings
s) A little tiny nail cutter and nail filer
t) Fab India's Almond oil
25) And ofcourse the latest book I am reading :)
I don't think I'd survive on an island. I would need to carry a hot yummy man in my bag for that. Not possible now, no?
Why do I have a feeling I am missing something? Oh right, my mobile charger! :|
Right, so that's it. What's in yours?
(Ofcourse I am bored.)
1) iPod
2) Mobile
3) House keys
4) Sunglasses
5) A Scarf/Stole
6) Pens (Cause I can never find one when I need it. So I carry many pens)
7) Lots of random receipts
8) A notepad
9) Some scrunchies (Cause, again,I can never find one when I need one)
10) Red wallet (wallets to me should always be red) and some spare change (2 and 5 rupees coins)
11) A pink coloured comb (which I stole from Apeksha in college)
12) Tissues
13) And now to the real maal: A bottle of hand disinfectant
14) Fab India's Honey and Frankincense face wash
15) Neutrogena's Ultra Sheer Sunblock (SPF 50)
16) Fab India's Tea Tree face wash (cause I get bored of the same face wash)
17) Nike's Deo
18) Bath & Body Works Cherry Blossom Body Splash
19) Bath & Body Works Japanese Cherry Blossom body lotion (with VitaminE and Jojoba and shea butter)
20) Fab India's Bitter Orange Facial spray (When I need to look all fresh and dewy (Atleast I try!))
21) The Body Shop's Cocoa Butter for hands (I hate having dry rough hands)
23) Toothbrush (In case I puke or have something stuck in my teeth and I suddenly find myself face to face with the man of my dreams. I need a clean mouth to kiss dude!)
24) My makeup pouch (which was bought from Bhutan. Love it :)) with following contents:
a) Fab India's Plum Passion Lip Butter
b) A lovely pocket mirror bought from UK
c) Avon Lip gloss gifted by sister
d) Maybelline's Moisture Extreme Lipstick(Chestnut #917) My faithful lipstick!
Muaah!
e) Elizabeth Arden's Ceramide Plump Perfect lipstick (Perfect Brick #02)
f) L'Oréal's True Match foundation
g) Chambor's black eyeliner pencil
h) Chambor's dark green eyeliner pencil
i) Chambor's grey shimmery eyeliner pencil
j) Chambor's midnight blue eyeliner pencil
k) Avon's khol pencil gifted by mom's friend
l) Chambor's curl plus length black mascara
m) L'Oréal's Blush Minerals
n) VOV's eyeshadow box with 15 yummy shades (Thanks to PJ)
o) Faithful Tweezer
p) Climskin gel for acne
q) Pink, Yellow and Purple hair clips
r) Pair of earrings
s) A little tiny nail cutter and nail filer
t) Fab India's Almond oil
25) And ofcourse the latest book I am reading :)
I don't think I'd survive on an island. I would need to carry a hot yummy man in my bag for that. Not possible now, no?
Why do I have a feeling I am missing something? Oh right, my mobile charger! :|
Right, so that's it. What's in yours?
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