journey home

ran out of mol and stat therm class at 12 30 and i’m checking on a few things when moti calls – alright, i have lesser time than i calculated – five instead of fifteen… forget my essentials in the process… nonetheless, am at the airport, security checked and everything half an hour before the flight…
flights for delhi and goa board from the same gate – and irritatingly i see people rushing in ten mins after the actual flight time ! heights! ok people with connecting flights are excused but still! anyway, i finally board to find that i’m sitting next to two huge people – presumably arabic from what i could figure from their conversation… but that wasn’t the worst part… the worst was that the guy next to me was wearing some horrid perfume… pungent would be a mild way to put it… i don’t think i’ve smelled my hand for two hours continuously other than yesterday… boy was i glad when i got up and left…

anyway, reached chandigarh – outside temp 26 degrees… regretting my full sleeve wardrbe i’d tagged along… i’ve become fat – my elbows are touching paunch fat as i sit in the front seat of the car… i need to lose weight… come home to – well – the streets, the familiar brick red building, the pleasant shouts of ‘mujhe pass kar‘, the sweet smell of kamini flowers… ma’s clinking bangles… baba’s footsteps… and the rhythmic clanging of the lock of the door when it’s shut…

and of course, babuli I)

teddy bigfoot :)

i sent him to mr pistachio on valentine's

my valentine I)

For the one who changed my life
Took my dreams and gave them wings,
Caressed my fears, my innate thoughts
Turning them into your soulful musings,
Be mine, my valentine.

For the one who came unforseen
Like a swallow in the April blue sky,
It was a fateful day, that, when you did
accept my fondness, with a sweet smile,
You became mine, my valentine.

Flurries of words and butterflies exchanged
The following months – nothing short of dreams,
We became closer than ever before, my love
Inseparable like spirit and soul, it seems.
You matured me as yours, my valentine.

A year old, going on two – time flies, sweet love
Yet when I look back and smile, it seems those days
Those moments we shared – they’re etched in time
Our forgotten smiles, in sweet tiffs, never to fade away.
We are one, my valentine.

Here we stand, hand in hand, looking far out
into the distant horizon, unaware of what we’ll face
unassured of our success – yet together we sail,
one in spirit, one in soul, until the end of lasting days…
I’m yours, my valentine.

dead x-P

11 exams in 13 days – beat that
am so waiting for the 20th and also the 14th (or before) – whenever my gift arrives
song on my playlist : tribute (long long favourite inspirational song courtesy di )

:)

after all the drama… the tears and the anger – i finally did meet him… and boy was it wonderful the 20 most awaited minutes of the year… couldn’t have been happier happy christmas

naina thag lenge…

naina raat ko chalte chalte swargan mein le jaave
megh malhaar ke sapne dije hariyali dikhlave
nainon ki zubaan pe bharosa nahi aata
likhad parakh na rasid na khaata...

bin baadal barsaaye saawan saawan bin barsaata...

nainon ki mat maaniyo re
nainon ki mat suniyo
nainon ki mat suniyo re
naina thag lenge...

you have become…

There’s so much more about you that you never let them see
You turn away But not to me
And I know how they tried to take you
Held you up and meant to break you down
But you can’t be

For so long I tried to reach you
I know I’m almost there
I’m close enough for you to see

You’ve been hiding in the shadows
Have you forgotten how we used to dream
Let me remind you The light doesn’t blind you at all
It just helps you see Can you see

Yeah you have become
Yeah you have become beautiful

Brush back your hair and look around you
Feeling like the truth has found you here
You’re here with me
Let love become the mirror
With no fear where you’re from
You have become beautiful

cinderella man

4.75 on 5

in one word – moving … you just HAVE to watch it…

also watched yuvvraaj – crap movie – don’t watch it…

though it brought me to this thought – if you become intensely mad about a song and then see its video, you are totally let down because it is NOT at all what you related the song with… felt this for both ‘tu muskura’ and especially for ‘lat ulajhe’… they just deserve to be loved as songs – beautiful ones… intense ones…

jealous baby :x

there come times when i cry
not due to you, but for the things i see,
wondering when we will have
these trivial things they have for free

they do not know, our love so
strong; they do not see our love
so pure; they only see my happy
face when i say out loud, ‘hi baby’ I)

you see i know people are jealous
they don’t know i’m jealous too – after
all what is more precious : a kiss or hug
or a promise of life, here and after?

i’m immature and will always be
you see i always will be your baby
turning green at things i cannot have yet,
turning purple at scenes at sunset

you’re my love, and you ought to save me
be it chauvinistic or plain despogiri ( )
when i act mad, i hope you will not become
as mad as a baby like me

but there are times when i rise up
above the waters of maturity to find
you’re bleeding and you need me too,
my heart cries out loud, what have i done to you?

you’re my darling angel, the heavens sent for me
i have to take care of you, through laughter and
through the tears; i love you so my sweet beautiful love
the world will walk away, but we’ll still be hand in hand I)

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why can’t we give love?

‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure

♫ under pressure – queen

bawra mann dekhne chala ek sapna…

Bawre Se Is Jahan Main Bawra Ek Saath Ho
Is Sayani Bheed Main Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho
Bawri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bawra Ek Raag Ho
Bawre Se Pair Chahen, Baawron Tarano Ke, Bawre Se Bol Pe Thirakna.

A Thousand Splendid Suns – Khaled Hosseini

He intended for it to move readers and show them a glimpse of the sufferings of Afghani women – and the book did, for me. Words threaded together to paint a picture of endurance, loss, grief and love. Lost love, found love. And with his books come a need to share – a wanting to discuss and make the intangible tangible.

He opens to doors to worlds you never thought could possibly exist – the cruelty, the reckless killings, the dry hearts of the Talibans; their blindness to culture – the Bamiyan Buddhas stand testimony to that, in memory only – their cold blooded murders, extortion, ripping families apart, banning education and entertainment – unimaginable.

Wars can cripple nations : to the extent of a caesarian section without anaesthesia. They turn living cities to dust and prey to drugs and poverty. But sometimes, they bond people in the most unthinkable ways. In ways so beautiful and pure – and Hosseini does full justice and more to the tapestry of the lives of his characters.

For a woman, endurance is the sole quality she must have.

PS : gifted ma this book this time – we’d both loved kite runner… and obviously i had to finish it before leaving for hostel

:D

Janus got placed in Oil India Limited – got to know just 10 mins back… i’m so happy for him

wonderwall…

Today is gonna be the day
That they’re gonna throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I’m sure you’ve heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don’t believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don’t know how

Because maybe
You’re gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You’re my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day?
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don’t know how

I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You’re my wonderwall

I said maybe
You’re gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You’re my wonderwall