You are the one, there's no one else
Who lifts me up
And gives me water from the well
But there's a hole
That seems to drain it all away
And once again I'm left in fear and doubt
When all my strength is crying out
The evil wind, it blows a storm
To rock my world
Just when I think I'm safe and warm
I'm led astray far too easily
It's always hard for me to say I'm wrong
Until I know I can't go on
So here I am again
Willing to be opened up and broken like a flower in the rain
Tell me what have I to do
To die and then be raised
To reach beyond the pain
Like a flower in the rain
Maybe it is the natural instinct to be free,to seek freedom that prompts me to start blogging....Maybe its because its a fad that any so called 'thinking individual' has a modern day diary...Maybe its because am bored...Maybe i succumb to pressure from friends....Whatever the reason, here is my private garden,i plant the seeds,i water them,marvel at my handiwork and share it with loved ones;-)
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Rhythmic Moves
The music keeps changing around me. Every change requires new moves.
You need poise, gracefulness along with strength and agility.
Whether you tango with your partner, or you foxtrot with a group, you need to be in rhythm with the music.Look at the cha-cha-cha for instance, marked with energy and slow moves, the appeal lies in the rhythm.Whether it’s sensual ramba or the flirtatious salsa, the music will lead.A dance is all about finding a form of expression and enjoying it to the fullest.
Music and dance moves, all come together beautifully!
So do your plans, your hopes, your aspirations, your dreams.
You dance to the moment, to the emotion, to that gut instinct compelling you to move forward, to the reasoning in your mind, every day, and every second of your living.
Somehow somewhere there is music playing to which you dance. In a moment of lucidity, you often realized that somehow your plans had come through (maybe via another path),
hopes were justified, aspirations were met and dreams were lived. It is nature’s way.
She got married last month to her beau of 6 years, earned a PhD in Zoology, while aspiring to be the proverbial khasi-youngest daughter, taking care of her parents(The khasis are a tribe in the north-east of India . As per custom, the youngest daughter takes care of the well being of the parents in old-age).
She’d said she wanted educational qualifications. She’d said she wanted a man who’ll love her for keeps. She’d said she’ll take care of her mother and grand-parents.She is doing it all now.
Nature says yes!
He had always wanted to be the best in whatever he aspired to be. He achieved it, while bringing new life and hope to his widower father.Right now he aspires to venture into a new field. Slight fears trouble him but the dream tantalizes him.Knowing him, he’ll make it happen.
Nature says yes!
Another one fought for her marriage, got married and still struggles for acceptance.
Yet another had quit his job to become a free lance concept designer/artist; stressed out, while past relationships makes a come back. He is ducking the bullets right now.
There is one who seemed settled and all set for a good life. But he is pull down by health issues and a stirring need to fulfill an unknown calling.
Like a ship sailing with the sails down, he is.
The above are stories of people I have come across and loved. We've seen ourselves through childhood, clumsy adolescence and hanging on through adulthood, now.I have more stories to tell.Point is,I see a constant pattern in all of them. As long as the music is playing, acceptance will be hers; the nozzle of the gun would close, no more bullets for him to dodge; and the sails of his ship will be up.
Nature says yes!
My life is no stranger to it all. The music keeps changing.
At 19, we made plans on how we wanted life to shape up.
Love,financial independence, a good job and position, was what I asked for.
Marriage was in the cards but never the destination.
Between then and now, life happened. It threw plans out of gear, tested me beyond understanding.My nerves were frazzled. My emotions felt grinded, violated, butchered.
In the midst of it all, I find myself independent with a job, financially secured (for now), and in love for keeps.
Between then and now, life happened. It threw plans out of gear, tested me beyond understanding.My nerves were frazzled. My emotions felt grinded, violated, butchered.
In the midst of it all, I find myself independent with a job, financially secured (for now), and in love for keeps.
I am my own woman.
Nature says yes!
Lately I have a need for solitude and seclusion. For those who know the gregarious me, it’s alarming.
But I think I am in the crossroads of something life changing (maybe).
I am not deeply troubled by it because if nature says yes, then the music would still play and dance, I will.
When the music changes, so does the dance.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
A Pocket Full Of Stones
He is leaning on the sign-post,
He's got nothing left but time;
He is just another old man, the people pass by
But across the busy midway, a little boy's been watching him
He walks up and say, hey mister,don't you have a friend?
And the old man gently smiles,and the boy is not afraid.
He says i want to share my treasure,it might make everything okay.
I've got a pocket full of stones, all of them are lucky,
They might got your home, they're not make believe,
This one here is for love, that's what mama says we all need
Here why don't you take some, you might need them more than me
What's your name, the man says Charlie
And The boy says mine is Pete.
Take as many as you want to,
I'll find more down at the creek
Pick a good one, that one's laughter,
And look this one stops the rain
See my mama's over there watching, she likes the white one, its for grace
Charlie's eyes filled up with tears,just knowing somewhere cares..
Pete just gave the gift of kindness,and play God's angel unaware
He's got nothing left but time;
He is just another old man, the people pass by
But across the busy midway, a little boy's been watching him
He walks up and say, hey mister,don't you have a friend?
And the old man gently smiles,and the boy is not afraid.
He says i want to share my treasure,it might make everything okay.
I've got a pocket full of stones, all of them are lucky,
They might got your home, they're not make believe,
This one here is for love, that's what mama says we all need
Here why don't you take some, you might need them more than me
What's your name, the man says Charlie
And The boy says mine is Pete.
Take as many as you want to,
I'll find more down at the creek
Pick a good one, that one's laughter,
And look this one stops the rain
See my mama's over there watching, she likes the white one, its for grace
Charlie's eyes filled up with tears,just knowing somewhere cares..
Pete just gave the gift of kindness,and play God's angel unaware
Monday, August 30, 2010
An unwanted guest: Sinusitis
I slept through the first half of the movie Inception. My friend jokingly commented ‘You got incepted’.
In the recent weeks I found a cradle.
No. Not my bed.
The 3-wheeled cabin cycle that grunts its way through the haphazard traffic in Bangalore streets, popularly known as the auto-rickshaw is my bassinet.
In the 45 mins ride from home to office, I undergo at least 2 stages of sleep. Each time I woke up when the disgruntle vehicle rudely rouse me up. Then off I go comatose again.
It makes up as a good story during snacks time in office.
My team-mates take turns in joking about it. They imagine hilarious situations where I could fall asleep landing myself in an awkward plight.
All is good, until it dawn on me that my old friend Sinusitis is back!
Sigh.
It’s a drag to wake up in the morning. A huge annoyance!
The head weighs a ton, you slowly pull through the day, wanting to sleep all the time.
But, arghhh… steam inhalation is too much work. Damn.
YAWN
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