Hi all
I've been reading all your comments
Thanks a lot
keep 'em coming
I'll be replying to them in the comments place.
find my replies there.
I really appreciate all of your comments
Ciao
love
Devil's own
Monday, July 25, 2005
Saturday, July 23, 2005
The movie that sucked!
I had written in my post yesterday that i was going to wath a movie or two. well I did. The first movie I watched was called "D". I wasn't really looking forward to watching it, and i skipped it at the release in the pic halls too. But it turned out to be quite a movie. Seriously, the movie was good. The actor, wasn't really good looking... but smart, and he knew how to act! most don't.
Then, the next movie in the dvd was Kaal. When it began, i thought ok its gonna be an interesting movie... but oh my god... it was disastrous! The angles that had been shot from, and the background score et al is pretty stylish and good. But there's nothing more than that. I should have known better. The storyline doesnt make sense at all guys!
The movie begins with a glamourous and stylish song, which is in no way related to the movie. Then there is a little bit about a little too hunky national geographic wildlife expert, who is reading about mysterious attacks and killings of people for the past two months in a place called orbit national park. His wife(may have been a girlfriend too, i dont really know) and him decide to go there inspite of knowing that the places roads will be closed in 2-3 days due to bad whether and jungle wont be safe then. ( Did he plan to go there and hunt the tiger down and take badla from him or what?) Then there is a group of three nut friends, and one of their girlfriends, who have bought a new imported car, and the bigger nut is at the driver's seat. Here's something about the four of them. One thing common to all of them was that all of them are psychopaths!
The girl is wearing a tight mini skirt, but is very religious and superstitious. she's arguing with the nut guy at the driver's seat (who's her boyfriend), bcoz he didn't do the pooja b4 driving the new car, and is all hyped up bcoz, the car is black.then a kali billi crosses the road, and they happen to kill it, and so there's more cribbing by the girl. the gaadi breaks down, they take a lift (enter another nut), and raasta mein the pick up the wildlife experts too.
In the middle of the road, there goes something wrong again, and they stop. Three tigers are standing facing them. then a guy with a lathi who calls himself kaali enters, and the tigers are afraid of him and go away. He says the jungle belongs to him and stuff. Slowly, three of the six people are killed. and the remaining three find out that kaali is actually a guide's spirit who's been killing everyone, and they somehow escape death....
i know... only reading it makes you bored... talk abt watching the whole of it!!!!
U know what, i got bored just writing this!
I see the movie as karan johar's failed attempt at giving Ram gopal verma some competition!
Tell me what u feel about the movies
and tell me about some ridiculous movies u've seen
Adios!
Love
Devil's own
Then, the next movie in the dvd was Kaal. When it began, i thought ok its gonna be an interesting movie... but oh my god... it was disastrous! The angles that had been shot from, and the background score et al is pretty stylish and good. But there's nothing more than that. I should have known better. The storyline doesnt make sense at all guys!
The movie begins with a glamourous and stylish song, which is in no way related to the movie. Then there is a little bit about a little too hunky national geographic wildlife expert, who is reading about mysterious attacks and killings of people for the past two months in a place called orbit national park. His wife(may have been a girlfriend too, i dont really know) and him decide to go there inspite of knowing that the places roads will be closed in 2-3 days due to bad whether and jungle wont be safe then. ( Did he plan to go there and hunt the tiger down and take badla from him or what?) Then there is a group of three nut friends, and one of their girlfriends, who have bought a new imported car, and the bigger nut is at the driver's seat. Here's something about the four of them. One thing common to all of them was that all of them are psychopaths!
The girl is wearing a tight mini skirt, but is very religious and superstitious. she's arguing with the nut guy at the driver's seat (who's her boyfriend), bcoz he didn't do the pooja b4 driving the new car, and is all hyped up bcoz, the car is black.then a kali billi crosses the road, and they happen to kill it, and so there's more cribbing by the girl. the gaadi breaks down, they take a lift (enter another nut), and raasta mein the pick up the wildlife experts too.
In the middle of the road, there goes something wrong again, and they stop. Three tigers are standing facing them. then a guy with a lathi who calls himself kaali enters, and the tigers are afraid of him and go away. He says the jungle belongs to him and stuff. Slowly, three of the six people are killed. and the remaining three find out that kaali is actually a guide's spirit who's been killing everyone, and they somehow escape death....
i know... only reading it makes you bored... talk abt watching the whole of it!!!!
U know what, i got bored just writing this!
I see the movie as karan johar's failed attempt at giving Ram gopal verma some competition!
Tell me what u feel about the movies
and tell me about some ridiculous movies u've seen
Adios!
Love
Devil's own
Friday, July 22, 2005
Today I reached college a bit too early. The classes were to begin at half past ten, and i thought that it was half past eight!!! That isn't like me at all. So there were two hours to kill. Me and my friend sat their talking and talking, and it when we looked at the huge clock just past the entrance, it was already quarter past ten. Misha had an HR class going on, and they had been given a five minute break, so we chatted for a while. She told me the HR faculty was brilliant, I gave a thought to whether I was wise to take up marketing, and I have no doubts about it.
Then finally the class began, it was an Integreted Marketing Communications class. My first one for the subject. There were a lot of faces that i hadnt seen, and i came to know that they were the MBA(MS)2yrs third semester students, who are gonna be with us in the mktg classes. The teacher sucked!!!! Atleast she couldnt keep my attention. Then, the lady asked everyone to introduce and also promote themselves!!!!?!?!?! I had a really bad throat today, actually, right now I barely manage to speak. The new guys were like drooling, and they din't make any efforts to not be noticed. But somehow I managed to make quite an impression at the teacher by the little that i spoke.
The next class was Sales and Distribution. I've heard of the term hyperactive, but the S&D faculty was an extreme case! For the first ten minutes, he was amusing and funny with all those jokes and hilarious comments... but then it was a little too much. But atleast he knows the subject that he's teaching... and is good at it.
again, when the classes were done, a 2yrs guy almost fell at me, obviously not accidently. I just stepped back. The idiot!
Right now, I had a bhutta, and then I am sitting here adding to my blog, and checking mails, and after I go home I'll rest a bit, read TOI, and finish with my profit and loss, and begin with time and work. Got some assignments to work on too. My classmate gave me a movie DVD, so I'll probably watch a movie or two before I go to bed. I'll come back tommorow and write more.
Till then!
Love,
Devil's own
Then finally the class began, it was an Integreted Marketing Communications class. My first one for the subject. There were a lot of faces that i hadnt seen, and i came to know that they were the MBA(MS)2yrs third semester students, who are gonna be with us in the mktg classes. The teacher sucked!!!! Atleast she couldnt keep my attention. Then, the lady asked everyone to introduce and also promote themselves!!!!?!?!?! I had a really bad throat today, actually, right now I barely manage to speak. The new guys were like drooling, and they din't make any efforts to not be noticed. But somehow I managed to make quite an impression at the teacher by the little that i spoke.
The next class was Sales and Distribution. I've heard of the term hyperactive, but the S&D faculty was an extreme case! For the first ten minutes, he was amusing and funny with all those jokes and hilarious comments... but then it was a little too much. But atleast he knows the subject that he's teaching... and is good at it.
again, when the classes were done, a 2yrs guy almost fell at me, obviously not accidently. I just stepped back. The idiot!
Right now, I had a bhutta, and then I am sitting here adding to my blog, and checking mails, and after I go home I'll rest a bit, read TOI, and finish with my profit and loss, and begin with time and work. Got some assignments to work on too. My classmate gave me a movie DVD, so I'll probably watch a movie or two before I go to bed. I'll come back tommorow and write more.
Till then!
Love,
Devil's own
Dearest Anonymous
Dearest Anonymous,
You are getting too restless, so here's a reply for you.
I read you comment, but could not comprehend it, coz no incidences had been cited, nor were you gutsy enough to put your name there. Chill, pal! I won't harm you.... i won't start a revenge campaign, that's your job... remember?! Do you think that all that i wrote was directed at you? Who are you anyway? you mentioned in your comment something about my crossing limits, why don't you mail me and elaborate on the topic. Are you too afraid of disclosing your identity? You adviced me to act so that people start loving me again... Exactly where did i mention a lack of love in my life dude? If you read the blog carefully, u must have also read that i don't have grudges... so, PAL, throw the guilt pang in your heart away, i havent any problems with you. I didn't refer to any particular person, so why are u getting worried sweetheart?! Guilt isn't too good a thing for you. In your next comment, build up enough courage to write your name, or simply mail me, so that both of us can have a better understanding of the paradigms that we hold. Don't be afraid! Adios! Hope to hear from you soon!!! :)
Love,
Devil's own
You are getting too restless, so here's a reply for you.
I read you comment, but could not comprehend it, coz no incidences had been cited, nor were you gutsy enough to put your name there. Chill, pal! I won't harm you.... i won't start a revenge campaign, that's your job... remember?! Do you think that all that i wrote was directed at you? Who are you anyway? you mentioned in your comment something about my crossing limits, why don't you mail me and elaborate on the topic. Are you too afraid of disclosing your identity? You adviced me to act so that people start loving me again... Exactly where did i mention a lack of love in my life dude? If you read the blog carefully, u must have also read that i don't have grudges... so, PAL, throw the guilt pang in your heart away, i havent any problems with you. I didn't refer to any particular person, so why are u getting worried sweetheart?! Guilt isn't too good a thing for you. In your next comment, build up enough courage to write your name, or simply mail me, so that both of us can have a better understanding of the paradigms that we hold. Don't be afraid! Adios! Hope to hear from you soon!!! :)
Love,
Devil's own
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Krasnoyarsk-26
I read this book by sidney sheldon and found some interesting information
In Siberia, somewhere in the mountains, and 600 feet below, where only an elevator specially built can go, there's a place called krasnoyarsk-26.
it is a secret city and has been built like any othermodern city. but it's sole existence is for the cause of producing plutonium for building weapons of mass destruction. one hundred thousand scientists and technicians live and work there. in the beginning they were given the finest food and clothes and housing. but they are all there with one restriction that they must agree never to leave. they must cut themselves off completely from the rest of the world for the rest of their lives.
The plutonium is produced in a giant laboratory which has three enormous reactors housed in an immense cave. out of the three reactors, a single one out of them can produce enough plutonium to make anatomic bomb every three days. a single reactor produces half a ton of plutonium in an year, which is enough to make a hundred bombs. they have loads of plutonium stored, but the catch is, they can't stop producing more plutonium even if they want to, because the plutonium from the reactor furnishes the power for the city above. if the reactor is turned off, there will be no light and no heat and thepeople will quickly freeze to death. also, because of the poor state of the russian economy, there is no longer the money to pay the scientists and technicians. the homes they had been given have been deteriorating and there is no money to repair them. all the luxuries they had been given have disappeared and they haven't been paid for months. the people are getting desperate. the paradox is, the amount of plutonium stored there is worth untold millions of dollars, yet the people who created it have nothing andare starting to go hungry.
The secret underground city of krasnoyarsk-26 is one of the thirteen closed cities engaged in nuclear production. krasnoyarsk-26 is located in central siberia, two thousand miles from moscow, and since its creation, it has produced 45 tons of weapons grade plutonium (the book i read this in was published in 2000). although two of the reactors were shut down in1992, one remains active, currently producing half a ton of plutonium a year to make atomic bombs.this is a link where you can know more about it.
http://www.globalsecurity.org/wmd/world/russia/krasnoyarsk-26_nuc.htm
Btw, the book i read all this in was called The sky is falling by sidney sheldon
If you have any interesting pieces of information, do post them, in the comments, and I'll post it here.
Love
Devil's Own
In Siberia, somewhere in the mountains, and 600 feet below, where only an elevator specially built can go, there's a place called krasnoyarsk-26.
it is a secret city and has been built like any othermodern city. but it's sole existence is for the cause of producing plutonium for building weapons of mass destruction. one hundred thousand scientists and technicians live and work there. in the beginning they were given the finest food and clothes and housing. but they are all there with one restriction that they must agree never to leave. they must cut themselves off completely from the rest of the world for the rest of their lives.
The plutonium is produced in a giant laboratory which has three enormous reactors housed in an immense cave. out of the three reactors, a single one out of them can produce enough plutonium to make anatomic bomb every three days. a single reactor produces half a ton of plutonium in an year, which is enough to make a hundred bombs. they have loads of plutonium stored, but the catch is, they can't stop producing more plutonium even if they want to, because the plutonium from the reactor furnishes the power for the city above. if the reactor is turned off, there will be no light and no heat and thepeople will quickly freeze to death. also, because of the poor state of the russian economy, there is no longer the money to pay the scientists and technicians. the homes they had been given have been deteriorating and there is no money to repair them. all the luxuries they had been given have disappeared and they haven't been paid for months. the people are getting desperate. the paradox is, the amount of plutonium stored there is worth untold millions of dollars, yet the people who created it have nothing andare starting to go hungry.
The secret underground city of krasnoyarsk-26 is one of the thirteen closed cities engaged in nuclear production. krasnoyarsk-26 is located in central siberia, two thousand miles from moscow, and since its creation, it has produced 45 tons of weapons grade plutonium (the book i read this in was published in 2000). although two of the reactors were shut down in1992, one remains active, currently producing half a ton of plutonium a year to make atomic bombs.this is a link where you can know more about it.
http://www.globalsecurity.org/wmd/world/russia/krasnoyarsk-26_nuc.htm
Btw, the book i read all this in was called The sky is falling by sidney sheldon
If you have any interesting pieces of information, do post them, in the comments, and I'll post it here.
Love
Devil's Own
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Think about these
To dream anything that you want to dream
That is the beauty of the human mind
To do anything that you want to
That is the strength of the human will
To trust yourself, to test your limits
That is the courage to succeed
You can run from love
You can run from war
You can run from the cop on the street
You can run from danger
You can run from a stranger
But you cannot run away from your feet
A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a really nice person!
DON'T GET CROSS... GET EVEN!
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
It's worth listening to each other patiently. Afterall, we know what we are going to say, on the other hand we dont know what the other person wants to say.
What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that so many others had it good.
Take a risk
Take a chance
Join the club
Join the dance
Learn to fly
Learn to soar
Strive for joy
Strive for more
Be brave just do
Be brave be you
That is the beauty of the human mind
To do anything that you want to
That is the strength of the human will
To trust yourself, to test your limits
That is the courage to succeed
You can run from love
You can run from war
You can run from the cop on the street
You can run from danger
You can run from a stranger
But you cannot run away from your feet
A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a really nice person!
DON'T GET CROSS... GET EVEN!
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
It's worth listening to each other patiently. Afterall, we know what we are going to say, on the other hand we dont know what the other person wants to say.
What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that so many others had it good.
Take a risk
Take a chance
Join the club
Join the dance
Learn to fly
Learn to soar
Strive for joy
Strive for more
Be brave just do
Be brave be you
When I was 12
Here I'm writing a few out of the poems (if i can call them that) which I nhad written when I was 12. They sound imature, and the language is a bit too simple, but hey, I was only 12, and these are very dear and special to me. Each single one has a significance to me.
Here I'm sitting was the first one I wrote, so this one's the most dear to me.
HERE I'M SITTING
Here I'm sitting
Watching everybody emptying the comtents of their hearts into their friends'
I'm sitting here lonely
with no one to talk to
Feeling even more painful than being poked with innumerable needles
Here I'm sitting
Wishing for creatures from other worlds to come
and take me with them
Far away from these earthlings
I'm living in a world full of selfish, cruel and shrewd people
They'd never care about people who are alone
They're all busy with themselves
What one needs to survive in this world
is a true - true friend
Just like the one who comes in my dreams every night
And my thoughts, every moment
Here I'm sitting
Waiting for a friend to come, with who
I can share each and every moment of my life
Here I'm sitting
Now having no hope of finding the friend of my dreams
But, I was, I am and I will be waiting for him forever and ever
**************************
I KNOW, But Still.....
I know we had a big big fight
But let's still be friends forever
You don't want me to show you my face
But let's still be friends forever
You don't find anything good in me
But let's still be friends forever
You think that I'm the world's biggest moron
But let's still be friends forever
You think that I'm immature
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't know how to sing
But let's still be friends forever
You cannot stand the sight of me
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't understand your feelings
But let's still be friends forever
You wish that I should disappear
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't care about you
But let's still be friends forever
I can't survive without you
So please be my friend forever
*******************************
THEY SAY
They say they know me well
But do they know my pain?
They think that I'm stupid
'coz I keep laughing for no reason at all
Do they see the tears behind?
They say that I am stubborn
That I must learn to compromise
Was I born this way?
It's me who's an imbecile
That I want people to understand me
Do I tel them all nI want them to know?
You don't care for him
what wrong has he dont to you?
He wants to push me away
What have I done to deserve this?
No one cares how I feel.
Sometimes I doubt my existence.
People wish for peace in the world
And I'm waiting for a war; a big disastrous war
Then I'll escape
So that people can no more torment me
But all I can do is Wait Wait and Wait
Wishing for my dreams to come true
Someday, Somewhere...
****************************
WHAT?
I don't know
Whether it's diamond or gold
Or of emotions,
That can't ever be told
Is our relationship made
of countless smiles,
of projects and files
talking and sharing
our thoughts and comparing
our lives and those
of the rich and famous
of the known and the anonymous
Making silly songs
and calling peoply by crazy names
Writing poems senseless and long
And playing dumb games
We don't care about presents
Love and faith are the essence
Living each day together
and hoping that this friendship lasts forever
***************************
(This one doesn't have a title)
My affection for him is never ending
Though, I know I don't count for him
My heart is filled with sorrow when he's in pain,
My excitement knows no bounds when he's happy
I miss his usual self
I expect him to get back his happy-go-lucky attitude
But still I don't
I pray to God for him to have bliss
He deserves all the happiness that eternity can hold
He's the nicest person to be with
But people don't figure that out
He has misplaced his usual self
Somewhere in the eccentricities of life
I care too much to let him suffer
But ther isn't much I can do
All I can do is stand by him
and assure him, that the greyest day,
is brighter than it seems
I have a light of hope in my heart
That someday,
Happiness will sprinkle over him, like rains
Let's wait.... Let's Wait....
***************************
Post your comments, tell me what you have to say
Here I'm sitting was the first one I wrote, so this one's the most dear to me.
HERE I'M SITTING
Here I'm sitting
Watching everybody emptying the comtents of their hearts into their friends'
I'm sitting here lonely
with no one to talk to
Feeling even more painful than being poked with innumerable needles
Here I'm sitting
Wishing for creatures from other worlds to come
and take me with them
Far away from these earthlings
I'm living in a world full of selfish, cruel and shrewd people
They'd never care about people who are alone
They're all busy with themselves
What one needs to survive in this world
is a true - true friend
Just like the one who comes in my dreams every night
And my thoughts, every moment
Here I'm sitting
Waiting for a friend to come, with who
I can share each and every moment of my life
Here I'm sitting
Now having no hope of finding the friend of my dreams
But, I was, I am and I will be waiting for him forever and ever
**************************
I KNOW, But Still.....
I know we had a big big fight
But let's still be friends forever
You don't want me to show you my face
But let's still be friends forever
You don't find anything good in me
But let's still be friends forever
You think that I'm the world's biggest moron
But let's still be friends forever
You think that I'm immature
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't know how to sing
But let's still be friends forever
You cannot stand the sight of me
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't understand your feelings
But let's still be friends forever
You wish that I should disappear
But let's still be friends forever
You think I don't care about you
But let's still be friends forever
I can't survive without you
So please be my friend forever
*******************************
THEY SAY
They say they know me well
But do they know my pain?
They think that I'm stupid
'coz I keep laughing for no reason at all
Do they see the tears behind?
They say that I am stubborn
That I must learn to compromise
Was I born this way?
It's me who's an imbecile
That I want people to understand me
Do I tel them all nI want them to know?
You don't care for him
what wrong has he dont to you?
He wants to push me away
What have I done to deserve this?
No one cares how I feel.
Sometimes I doubt my existence.
People wish for peace in the world
And I'm waiting for a war; a big disastrous war
Then I'll escape
So that people can no more torment me
But all I can do is Wait Wait and Wait
Wishing for my dreams to come true
Someday, Somewhere...
****************************
WHAT?
I don't know
Whether it's diamond or gold
Or of emotions,
That can't ever be told
Is our relationship made
of countless smiles,
of projects and files
talking and sharing
our thoughts and comparing
our lives and those
of the rich and famous
of the known and the anonymous
Making silly songs
and calling peoply by crazy names
Writing poems senseless and long
And playing dumb games
We don't care about presents
Love and faith are the essence
Living each day together
and hoping that this friendship lasts forever
***************************
(This one doesn't have a title)
My affection for him is never ending
Though, I know I don't count for him
My heart is filled with sorrow when he's in pain,
My excitement knows no bounds when he's happy
I miss his usual self
I expect him to get back his happy-go-lucky attitude
But still I don't
I pray to God for him to have bliss
He deserves all the happiness that eternity can hold
He's the nicest person to be with
But people don't figure that out
He has misplaced his usual self
Somewhere in the eccentricities of life
I care too much to let him suffer
But ther isn't much I can do
All I can do is stand by him
and assure him, that the greyest day,
is brighter than it seems
I have a light of hope in my heart
That someday,
Happiness will sprinkle over him, like rains
Let's wait.... Let's Wait....
***************************
Post your comments, tell me what you have to say
Gita
Someone very dear to me, wrote this and gave it to me. Although I realise the truth about it, I am far from following this. This is a translation of Bhagwatgita's Chapter 2, Shlokas 62, 63, 64 and 65
For a person thinking of sense objects, there grows an attachment for them, from attachment arises desire, from desire anger, from anger results delusion, rom delusion results confusion of memory, from confusion of memory results destruction of intelligence and from destruction of intelligence, he perishes
But that person of controlled senses, who moves about amidst sense objects with the senses governed by the self and free from attachment and aversion- he attains serenity.
When this serenity is attained, there results the destruction of all his misery, verily, the wisdom o the serene minded one gets steady soon.
For the uncontrolled person, there is no knowledge, nor there is meditation for him, and for the unmeditative person, there is no peace and for one bereft of peace, how can there be happiness
For a person thinking of sense objects, there grows an attachment for them, from attachment arises desire, from desire anger, from anger results delusion, rom delusion results confusion of memory, from confusion of memory results destruction of intelligence and from destruction of intelligence, he perishes
But that person of controlled senses, who moves about amidst sense objects with the senses governed by the self and free from attachment and aversion- he attains serenity.
When this serenity is attained, there results the destruction of all his misery, verily, the wisdom o the serene minded one gets steady soon.
For the uncontrolled person, there is no knowledge, nor there is meditation for him, and for the unmeditative person, there is no peace and for one bereft of peace, how can there be happiness
If I Knew
I first came across this when I was in school. This is beautiful, and so very true. We should always take time to tell our loved ones what they mean to us, so that you have no regrets tommorow.
IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,
"instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,
"instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
Roots
Yesterday night after we had dinner, i went back to my room and started playing Icy tower... which is the most recent game that i've discovered. Daadi(grandmom) came into my room and we started chatting abt here and there. Papa was gonna come quite late. The discussion wandered off to her days in pakistan, that is before the British left. It had been two or three years since she had got married. My grandparents used to live somewhere near Allahbad in Pakistan. They were pretty young then. The Muslims and Hindus had quite a conflicting situation there, and the hindus were being pushed into converting their religion. So lots of hindus fled from there to Hindustan (India). A bus took many Indians on the route to a place in Punjab called Lalru near Ambala. That is where my maternal and paternal grandparents met. They came from differenr places in Pakistan, boarded the same bus on the same day and came to live as neighbours. Who knew that their children will grow up to marry each other, and they'll be relatives. She told me everything, that happened then. My Naani (maternal grandmother) already had a little son when she had come to India, and then after that she bore five more children. My Daadi had six children too. Their children grew up together. We talked for a long time, and we sat chatting till after midnight, and after that I sat thinking in my room about all that she told me. I came to know so many things for the first time in my life. The most surprising one being that my father and mother had a love come arranged marriage. I never knew that! My grandparents came to know only after they were engaged. My mother's brother was my father's best friend, and he chose them for each other.
There are so so so many things that I came to know yesterday. How life completely transforms itself. Two people living in different places become a part of one another's lives. I'll never forget yesterday, and all that we talked about
There are so so so many things that I came to know yesterday. How life completely transforms itself. Two people living in different places become a part of one another's lives. I'll never forget yesterday, and all that we talked about
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Cliche Juice
Cliche Juice
Home is where the heart is and my heart is out travelling.
Up into the wild blue yonder, wingless, prayerful
that this miracle of flight will not end just yet.
Also at home, with you,on the ground
wherever you might he at the moment,grounded like a high schooler,
like a wire,a bird and a wire,feet on the ground
and my heart in my throat now,now in my feet,
lawfully descending with gravity to the lower, lowest,
most sought after most beautifully bound,home.
Aspirations involve reparations.
We reach for the stars wondering what we are.
But my Reason has been found by finding you and looking down
And it is there,not in the stars of fantasized worlds,
fifth dimensions, sixth senses,holy parallel potentates of potentialities-
that my feet will trace their slow as history itself dance:
a walking calligraphy so subtle that it will take 40 years and more
and a view from above with an impersonal remove and lofty attachment
I hope to barely fail at that mythical two- backed beast;
itinerant stasis; like the one I enjoy up here in the well attended air,
to read the cursive strokes of my aggregate footsteps,
like some fairy tale dissolve,'Once upon a time" or twice written
on our little page of earth, ground,
wherever our home may be will be
wherever we happen to be.
This is a poem I absolutely love. and also it has been written by my favourite actor!
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