Monday, December 31, 2007

Enter '08





Another year passes. Some moments to treasure beyond the
grave. Some, I wish never happened. Still I wonder why they happened. But then, you dont always get answers to all your questions do you? Anyway, forgetting what has to be and cherishing what has to be, we embark into new year with the same wide-eyedness as we have been doing since forever. Filled with a million desires, some new and some carried-forward, the ride goes on. We would meet some new milestones on our way and on meeting one, would pace to another with renewed vigour. All throughout, never miss the soil's smell, the bird's twitter and all the vibrance that the world offers. Keep shining through the darkest phases, be your own light. It helps, immensely.

Kickass New Year Folks!

YES, I love pink :D
























Sunday, December 30, 2007

The Missing Pieces



1) Dreaming away, forgetting time and realism. What are dreams if they are practical.
2) The appetite I once had for books. I read when I auto to my workplace for a good fourteen minutes. I think that's pathetic.
3) My divine langour and late-morning inertness. It's bliss when you gaze at your ceiling and tell mom you are in deep thought :D
4) Laughing thunderously at Calvin and Hobbes Strips and transiting slowly to the How-I-wish-I-dated-Calvin-Mode. Tell you what, That's my most amusing and engrossing thought till date.
5) Making Maggi for Pankhuri (my best pal in college)
6) Cheering the Fools-in-Blue with a never-heightened-this-huge madness and fanaticism. Oh, I still do that when I see half-a-minute clipping on CNN IBN.
7) Gossip. It's long since I ranted on about who's going out with who- be it Saif Ali Khan or my sibling! I had a thing for any and every flying rumour, sometime back.
8) My goofiness. I used to be deliberately goofy because I found it little cute (Strange i know). Folks at work expect sanity or atleast its pretense. Very uncomfortably, I am trying to pretend.
9) Kicking stones that come my way. I used to kick them till it goes into some crappy drain or some other thing as crappy as that. But then, I never look down these days. Which, is a good thing as long as manholes are closed.
10) Blogging. This calls for a haha :P
I stop here because I love round figures and am lazy to text till the next round figure.

Time's unable to contain these little pieces. They are flying away. And am no more complete.

Any help Raymonds? (To hell with the 'man') :D

Being oblivious became a way..




I never held Them with strings
But We were tightly woven
They danced and laughed at their whim
And forever till then, let me be me
I basked happily with Them
And under Their warm shades
I retained the glow and the shine
There was overwhelming love
And some tears
And more love
Then there was some freshness
I still danced with Them
The freshness was irresistible
A lot of new 'Them'
I got absorbed
Carried metaphorically away
Plunged into the new world
The threads became worn
When I plunged into the new
And gave way, the dancing stopped
There was a lull
But, I was still dancing
Being oblivious became a way
They tried, and tried to dance along
I had let Them go.

Being oblivious became a way
Indulging more of me into new
'New' being absolutely relative
Is my 'way' on an infinite loop?

Anyway, My heart hasnt let 'Them' go.
It never, will.

Taare Zameen Par


"Woh naach rahe hai" - Ishaan when asked to read from his text book :)
Ishaan is a dream and lives in his bubble. And, the world's his bubble. He plays with dogs bigger than him, smells the soil and gleefully catches fish from dirty waters. He also bunks classes, gets miserable grades like 2 upon 25. Painting is his natural and best form of expression. Ishaan is dyslexic. In a very materialistic and tunnel-visioned world (We are still ruled by 'Windows' and 'Gates' arent we? :| ), Ishaan's activities, pranks and his 'socially' unacceptable 'academic' grades and his extreme naughtiness- all this lands him in a boarding school. His dad thinks some orderliness would do him a world of good. And in doing so, shattered the tender kid's everything, confidence- the most important of the shattered 'everything'. The cliched ray fo hope (We cant thank Pandora enough for this :) ) enters, in the name of Nikum. He sees Ishaan, his red ink-circled pages of all his notebooks and immediately 'this kid is dyslexic' screams to him. How Nikum brings the kid out of his dark, depressed shell and letting the world and more important than any, his mom and dad know that Ishaan is an absolute delight is what the rest of the film's about.
You gush in awe at Ishaan's refreshing creativity, you laugh your hearts out at his pranks.Then you do cry. Sometimes, you reflect. At the end, there's a sense of fulfillment. And some more beyond-words emotions. It's a special movie, absolutely brilliant.
Am no movie buff and i dont, for nuts recommend any movie. But please watch Taare Zameen Par. :)
It's been almost a year since I blogged. Thanks to TZP, to have overcome my inertia :)