Friday, March 27, 2009

When you have someone who has you and only you to attend to then, you completely fall in love with that person. Especially if the person doesnt tell you, you dont make sense. :D I am talking about myself of course and on a smaller scale, about the joys of having a personal diary and for those environment friendly people out there, your private blog. I had once started a private blog and updated it like 5 times in a single day. But then those days i had a computer and all the time in the world with it in my PS station. Now, whenever i try to write something, i feel like i am talking about the same things again and again. Since i can possibly never bore myself, i decided to write it all in a private blog. I cant bid farewell to this one though. For i do like to get some feedback. Till my writers block goes away completely, its silence here.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

The collection

He keeps it aside
Adding it to his hoard
Treasures he collected
over the years
Seemingly meaningless things
for which he saw
wonderful uses
He looks at it with love
his pride and his joy

Leaving it safely behind
he goes out
for his customary walk
down a beautiful lane

A high hill doth him beckon
He walks forth
with a frenzy
his desire to conquer
the unconquered
He climbs it
quite easily
But oh! The descent
Too scary
A simple wrong step
He falls
dreaming about the rope
he had kept aside
just that morning

Useless though desired
the rope lies
oblivious to the death
it couldnt witness


He happens to be the first love of my life. I fell truly madly deeply for him after Richmal Crompton introduced him to me when i was in class 8th. I wish there were more like him. The world would be a much better place to live in.
For those of you that dont get what i am even talking about (which is usual) I found William book series after a long time in Axis books on Saturday. I have been sitting and laughing looking at his antics. My favorite episode is the one where William tries to collect money for a missionary and then considering his contribution insufficient loses it all in a fair in an attempt to multiply it. Absolutely hilarious. As i said already, I am in loveeeeeee. :)


He walks down the road
Sweat trickling down his brow
His skin all cracked
The unmerciful sun
shining down on him
The dry winds
caress his face
Increasing the pain
his blisters gifted him with
The parched throat of his
nagging him
like an ignored girl friend
Tired but resolute
he plods on

Then it came his way
A playful lonesome black cloud
Shielding his reality
It granted him
a solace
from the cruel sun
A few soothing droplets
dropped down from above
mingling with his sweat
Cooling him down
making him forget
his harsh eternal companion
He looks at it gratefully

Unconcerned the cloud
moved away
He watches it go
with a heavy heart
New tears-uncontrolled
fall down freely
Harsher seems his reality
More horrible the pain
For he knew
that that he did not have
For now he knew
that that could lessen the torture
For now he knew
that that could never be his
Dreaming of his lost paradise
He falls
Never to rise again

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Saying goodbye

I have always wondered as to why people are so keen to apply a label to everything. "Smart", "Stupid", "Beautiful","Flirtatious","Friendly" Labels they badly want people to fit in. Labels they get angry when they are unable to bestow. Why is it that we always want to stereotype everyone and everything? Why cant we accept people the way they are, for what they are and go ahead to be with those whom we want to be? Why cant we accept things for how they are and discard the old and useless stuff rather than accumulate it with the hope of repairing it some day? I see a lot of relationships of all sorts around me where people just spend time trying to change the other person involved, or hoping that they would sometime and then claiming that once that happens,everything would be fine and dandy.

We are so scared of moving on when we realise that somethings are definitely over and done with. We save old walkmans that dont work in the hope of it becoming ok. We save old books we no longer read. We save old stuff we no longer use. We cling on to old friendships that definitely should be let go claiming that we spent a lot of good times with that person. Why are human beings sometimes so wierd? Why are we so scared of living life? Why cant we just move on? I look at my old diaries. Filled with words and words. I just cant throw them away. They are occupying so much of space. Do i really need memories that have to be stirred by a few words? Am i wrong in wanting to save them? I dont know.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Annies song - Beautiful!

I fell in love with this song when i heard it. I also love Leaving on a jet plane and country roads by the same singer. I recommend this song to everyone who loves love songs. :)

You fill up my senses

like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses,
come fill me again.

Come let me love you,
let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter,
let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you,
let me always be with you
come let me love you,
come love me again.


You fill up my senses
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses,
come fill me again.

P.S. Thanks to my uncle for introducing John Denver to me through country roads. Thanks to S for introducing this song to me. :)

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Home sweet home

The best thing about life, according to me, is new beginnings.There are so many dreams and desires that a small incident can trigger. I am really delighted today. I found a wonderful house to stay in (rented one. But still its my house now) A beautiful house, in a beautiful area, very close to my friends place and of course i am going to live with a very good friend. It just reminds me of BITS. The long hostel corridor has now been replaced by a main road. :) I guess my blog is going to be filled with my efforts at making a home out of a house. I am all excited about furnishing my place and making it worth living. I have to make a list of things to get and buy it all up. There goes my bank balance. :( But its ok. I am trying to be a mature, responsible adult now. He he he he I can see S and V laughing at the mature adult bit. As i always say, to each his own. Life is beautiful

Sunday, March 08, 2009

The Tao of Pooh

I was reading this wonderful book called, "The Tao of Pooh and the Te of Piglet". This book was written by Benjamin Hoffman, who makes use of the characters in Winnie the Pooh to explain the principles of Taoism. The best part about this book is that it doesnt get too preachy. It is just plain simple and so much of fun to read. I have tried to compile a few things i liked from the first four chapters of the book here:
  • Wisdom born from simplicity, the author says, is any day better than Knowledge for the sake of being clever or Knowledge for the sake of appearing wise or the worst type, knowledge for the sake of complaining.
  • When you discard arrogance, complexity and a few things that get in the way, sooner or later, you will discover the simple,childlike and mysterious secret, Life is fun.
  • With this realisation comes the ability to enjoy the simple and the quiet, the natural and the plain. :)
  • There is more to knowing than just being correct
  • Everything has its own place and function. That applies to people, although many dont seem to realize it, stuck as they are in the wrongjob, wrong marriage or the wrong house. When you know and respect your inner nature, you know where you belong. You also know where you dont. (This line led me to think for quite sometime. People thought i was sleeping though. :D )
  • A weakness of some sort can do you a big favor, if you know and acknowledge its there. Once you face and understand your limitations, you can work with them, instead of having them work against you and get in your way, which is what they do when you ignore them.

The rest i feel has to be read and enjoyed and accepted. I loved this book. It helps one remain positive and accept life the way it is.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Flapping wings

I see her drop
from her abode
her flapping wings
her brave attempts
to remain afloat
in a whole new world
the blue skies beckon

She looks behind..
The nest she wants not
to leave
with renewed vigor,
back to it
she does go.
Unable to take leave
of her haven
an abode she loves
with all her heart
the blue skies still beckon

With a longing unknown
she stares at the blue skies
She looks around
the memories and the love
they clip her wings
the comfort and the warmth
she knows not
"Will i find them again?"
she wonders..
The blue skies beckon

She spreads her wings
and soars forth
leaving behind
all that was
for the past
her future she cant lose
The blue skies beckon
the fledgling
now a bird has become..