Some observations from the week that was..

Some observations from the week that was..
-Maybe there is no nice way to say no. Maybe its simpler to ignore. But how much more cruel..
-The only thing worse than a Monday morning is a Monday morning headache.
-Going on a holiday needs a lot of hard work.
-Its not if you can or cannot. Its if you want to do it or not. The rest are just excuses.
-I talk too much at times..and I tire of myself too.

Gains and losses

A swank new place :) Shifting house for the first time since I came to Bangalore. Ofcourse, its rented..cant think of buying a house yet. Ofcourse, its expensive (and I am still counting it as gains!)..and yeah, its swank only in my mind..will be a while before I get some decor in place and the rest of you can appreciate it. Dunno how I am gonna manage shifting in one day..leaving it all to good ol' V and his wonder car. (Times like these make you want to choke your stupid feminist self..ofcourse, we need men! Esp if they are as nice as V. Any gals interested, pls contact me..he isnt gonna be single for long)

Will miss my roomie of 3.5 years though...N with the magically magnified voice and monstrous giggling fits. Didnt realize I needed some noise around..even if its her babbling on the phone or her banging the pots and pans while I try to sleep. Or just us discussing inane topics from Shahid's hot look to Bipasha's haircut. Or the heart-to-heart over lovelives or lack of..:) The morning cuppa..the weekend poker matches...the opinion seeking on wardrobes..the shopping marathons..Oh well..my loss, her husband's gain.

Will miss the house as well..privy as it has been to my musings for a long while now. Funny how time makes you grow fond of anything. This dingy dark place had been looking up under our combined efforts and I had started referring to it as 'home' instead of 'place'...

Ah well..you gain some you lose some..

Free

Free..
From long, lost days
And seemingly endless nights
Hurt, bewildered darkness
And vague glimmering lights.

From dwelling on sms memoirs
To living on orkut ties,
Convincing..constructing my faith
When things seemed otherwise.

Dreaming of your loving ways
Waking up to whimsical lies
Sudden warmth seeping through
Bitter cold cutting like ice.

Now, an end to half-spoken truths
Now, no meanings to construe.
Free...finally...
From thoughts of you.

In response

It doesnt interest me what you do for a living
Or what you take home
I want to know if you can dream
And not be afraid of waking up.

It doesnt interest me who you knew
Where you went, and if you are cool
I want to know who you are
When you are lonely

It doesnt interest me
If you had a failed affair
My concern is
Did you try?

It doesnt matter if you are shy or overt,
But can you open up when things need to be said?
Would you talk to me of your failures without reserve
And listen without censure when I tell you of mine?

It is nice indeed that you are
Mature, confident and practical
I want to know if you would
Risk looking a fool for love?

My Top 5!

Music is a great pick-me-up! Was kept at home all day by an upset tummy
and incessant rains. So spent a few happy hours playing DJ to Mamma and gran..here are my favourites..and why..

Tum se hi (Jab we met):
Coz its not the usual insipid song about someone pining away for his "jaan" and coining them "bewafa"! Its not even complaining of "judai"..there is angst here...there is wishful thinking..but also acceptance that maybe some things arent meant to be..and realising
what you take away with you having been in love is probably worth it..
Coz distance is bittersweet....
Ajab si (OSO):
Coz I may be hard at work or stuck and swearing in traffic..but this song comes on and it's as if I walked into cool breeze. Very refreshing.
Whiteflag (Dido):
Great voice. And somebody incurably in love. Reason enough to like a song, right? :)
Like the deserts miss the rain(from Everything but the girl-Todd Terry):Again, great voice. Great tempo..Love the slow pickup.. almost inaudible plucking rising to frenzied strumming..It's a song which is very easy to visualize..that's the appeal I guess. Did I say great voice?
Hello (Lionel Richie):My all-time favourite! No reasons needed to say why..it's superlative. And if you have watched the video, it's something which stays with you a long time.

Alright..all of the above are love songs...What I have to say in my defense is this: It has been raining!! What else could I play? :)

Of excesses

A 15 year old girl committed suicide on not being allowed to enter the SSLC exam hall as she forgot to bring her hall ticket.She hailed from a simple family and was the only child of a watchman and his wife, a worker in a garment factory...

How many of you have at one time or another forgoten your hall tickets? I know I have..with unfailing regularity every year. I remember sidling up to the HOD on numerous occasions with a sheepish expression and pleading to be let in..I remember a similar incident during my SSLC too. I had to ring home and ask my dad to rush back with the hall ticket..I was lucky enough to encounter people with average degree of kindness who treated it with as much seriousness as required and let me off after reprimands. Ok, a hall ticket is important..but worth making a child miss her 10th boards?? When other classmates could have vouchsafed for her being who she claimed to be? What twisted, wretched, sickening, sadistic and perverse sense of self importance made the examiners get so strict about enforcing rules is something beyond ordinary comprehension..May they rot in hell

Being dragged out from behind the furniture...embarrassing
Having gulal down your throat...discomforting
Ruining your long loved and most comfy pair of pajamas...heart-rending
But the chance meeting with old friends...Priceless!