you don't bring me flowers you don't sing me love songs you hardly talk to me any more ...
i like this song both for itself and for the story behind it. Apparently neil diamond sang this as a solo and barbra streisand sang it as a solo. and then some one had the idea of putting the two solos together in a duet. so i like the idea that two people could create two things separately and they could be put together so seamlessly that you could not even tell when the one ends and the other begins. just the thought is beautiful.
and then i like the song it self. i guess, eventually all relationships reach that stage of you don't bring me flowers... its inevitable. but atleast you brought me flowers - long long ago, that should be some relief. oh, wait, hold on, vapis aana zara, how come you never sang me love songs? what's up with that? ok, i am gonna go and be depressed for a while now, how come i did not deserve to be sung songs to? when i value songs so much.... ahhh...kya chakkar hai ramji? planning gadbad hai aapki.
I think it is a very nice song, only trouble being that the beginning is much better than the rest of the song - its not as consistent,not as intense, but that does not reduce the beauty of the part that is beautiful.
jaane dil me kab se hai tu jab se main hoon tab se hai tu
to me it brings a feeling of timelessness. like time does not matter, does not factor in to this equation, i do not exist independent of you, so there is no beginning to this story. that the thoughts of you are in my head in a place beyond logic and reason, even beyond religion and morality.
mujhko mere rab ki kasam yaara rab se pehle hai tu
and in any case religion and morality are mere reflections of the times we live in, certain actions become socially acceptable at certain times while others fall out of favour, it is a constantly changing paradigm. one cannot base one's sense of right and wrong as dictated by the so called moral sense of the society. or may be i am trying to say that one should not, even though one is more than likely to actually do so. after all we are a product of our times we live in. am i digressing?
anyways, yeah, its just amazing to be able to say - jab se main hoon, tab se hai tu...
oh wait, this could also mean that you come in to existence because of me, because i think of you, you become an entity. hey that's cool too, and it empowers me so much more now, doesn't it? :D
This is an old poem. I wrote in September 97, actually i just saw the date, 27th September. Wow, exactly elven years back. hold on i need a moment to digest this, i am glad i chose this one to put up today :D
Feels like a life time away. M.Sc. First Sem. hmm...
oh and as you read it you have to remember that this is the existential angst of a twenty year old. I was exactly 20 that year and i was struggling with the meaning of life, and love and duty and right and wrong. the regular big questions only twenty year olds think they can solve once and for all.
This follows the earlier DDLJ post and the discussion in the comments. I have been thinking about something. Apparently it was not just me who wanted Raj to stop Simran, ok i hate saying simran in this situation so... SRK to stop kajol :) so i am going to take a wild guess and assume that most people wanted that. most people would want that in a movie scenario. But the question is how does that map out to real life?
movies are a fantasy, a means of experiencing a situation that might probably never happen to you in real life, for those few moments you can be these people and you can let yourself feel all that they feel, you can want them to take the risks you cannot take yourself, you can want them to do and say things you do not have the guts to do or say in your own lives. That is the draw of cinema. Letting you live an entire life in proxy.
But things are different in real life now aren't they? Would we suggest our friends to take such decisions in real life? if it were a friend of mine standing on that railway platform would i tell him to go after her, if Kajol was my friend, would i tell her to stay, go to this loon she just knew for a week or go home, marry this guy her father wants her to? Seriously what would we do?
you don't have to answer the question to me, in fact you do not even have to answer it to yourself. you already know the answer. we have all been in that situation, we know exactly the advices we gave. I know what I said.
bheje ka ilaj kar, pardhai me dimag laga. It sure sounded like good advice at the time.
is there a disconnect?
we think it is hard for Raj to go and stop her but he should, he should get over himself and just say this to her, but to a friend we say you know what, it is hard to forget her, but you should, just get over it and do what you should do.
should. right.
God help the friends who took my advice. I hope they don't hold it against me.
I LOVE this song, i mean, i do not know how else to say this, but i love it.
नैनों की मत सुनियो रे नैना ठग लेंगे जागते जादू फूकेंगे और नींदें बंजर कर देंगे
this is the part that i so completely agree with philosophically.
नैनों की जबान पे भरोसा नही आता लिखत पढ़त न रसीद न खाता सारी बात हवाई रे...
Finally, some one says that! Thank you.
I never got those aankhon hi aankhon me ishara ho gaya waale songs. Matlab kaise ho gaya? pata kaise chala? how can you be sure ki that was the message intended? or that you were the intended recipient? tumhare saath me koi khada ho uske liye bhi to ho sakta tha? oh god, my brain hurts. kitni ambiguity hai. there is no reasonable way to ascertain the validity of the information being transferred.
I don't know, may be some people have more faith in themselves. I would just keep second guessing myself, main theek samjh rahi hoon na, main theek samjh rahi hoon na, main theek samjh rahi hoon na, it would drive me nuts. Not my cup of tea.
I am not the kind who takes hints well, you have to hit me on the head and say it explicitly, but if you can take caapy pincel and write it down, draw some structures, show the reaction mechanism ( oh and use some colored pens while you are at it) to shayad baat kuch palle pade.
bottom line. sarkari babuo ke kagajon me likha pardhi poori honi chahiye
i guess i like this song, but then somedays i hate it because once i start singing it i cannot stop. For a few days it is all i can sing, it stays in my head and does not come out ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
दिलउसेदो जोजाँदेदे जानउसेदो जोदिलदेदे
दिल ...
now, usually at this point in the class, my hand goes up.
ek minute, zara theek se batao bhai, kya cheej kisko dena hai। kitna confusion hai. itna dimag hota mera to main PhD na kar leti.
so i was stuck in traffic, nothing new, happens everyday, apparently the whole world drives into the city at 6:45 am. I am not being singled out for torture - what a relief- yeah right.
traffic is not what this story is about, the thing is while being struck in traffic, trying to drink my coffee, and pretending to be awake, i pushed a tape in to the player and guess what I heard?
होगयाहैतुझकोतोप्यारसजना, लाखकरलेतूइनकारसजना :D
for a few minutes there i was nineteen again. ऐवक्तरुकजा, थमजा, ठहरजा, वापसज़रादौड़पीछे...
:)
do you know what i am talking about? you hear this one line and it takes you back to a land far far away, a place that does not even exist anymore except in your head.
i remember this movie, it came out when i was in second year and for some reason i was not able to go watch it. All my friends had decided ki meri jindagi barbaad hai maine DDLJ nahin dekhi, so I ended up watching it ten times because everyone - everyone, from my bua to my grade school friend - had made it their mission in life to take me to watch DDLJ.
Now i am no meek submissive goat. i went of my own volition, again and again, because of that one scene - the one on the railway station - when they both get off the train and are going their own separate ways. I remember the first time i saw it, i almost cried, i was like please, please stop her, stop her you idiot. I sent so many thought forms and telepathic messages to shah rukh khan i am surprised that the screen did not explode.
I no longer like that ghar aaja pardesi song... theek hai na, ab yehi ghar hai, yahin rehte hain hum, bus, ab koi aana jana nahi ho raha. jo insaan jahan hai vahan khush rahe, nahi reh sakta hai to chup rahe.
I still like the usse kaho kabhi saamne to aaye... mostly for old times sake. it was a very young bubbly song then,and i still remember that poem - aisa pehli baar hua hai satrah athrah saalon me. But i guess that is not saying a lot, coz i remember way too many poems :)
oh and tujhe dekha to ye jana sanam... just has to be The - THE MOSTROMANTIC song of......, of, of my youth? ye to koi zyada exaggeration nahi hai. The thing is it is gentle, delicate, exquisite and yet oh so intense. aankhen meri sapne tere, dil mera yaaden teri, meri aankhon me aansoo tere aa gaye, muskurane lage saare gum ...
So, that is settled then.
The most romantic song of my youth. hmm..................
ab yahan se kahan jaayen hum... teri bahon me mar jayen hum...
its a beautiful song, written well, says something nice, and is sung beautifully. Perfect. I love that part about जातेहुएराहीकेसाएमें सिमटनाक्या इकपलकेमुसाफिरकेदामनसेलिपटनाक्या (umm... actually i sort of disagree, but... it is possible to disagree philosophically but still like something, isn't it?)
I really liked the movie saathiya, and it has to be one of my favourite albums of recent times, what with the variety of songs. A dhim dhim tana na, and udi udi udi to contrast with a folk jhooth kapat chal kinhi...very rarely do you get an album where all the songs are such gems,you can see that a lot of thought has been put in to each of them. but the one that i think is a cut above the rest is mainda yaar milade sainyan. It is just so beautiful, ethereal, picturesque. my compliments to the writer, and of course a. r. rahman, he has a lovely voice, its like you can feel the pain, which i guess begs the question why would you want to feel pain, but... let's ignore that for a while shall we?
बंजर है सब बंजर है हम ढूँढने जब फिरदौस चले तेरी खोज तलाश में देख पिया हम कितने काले कोस चले
isn't that nice? and this
मैंने पोटा पोटा फलक छाना मैंने टोटे टोटे तारे चुने बस एक तेरी आहट के लिए कंकर पत्थर बुत्त सारे सुने See, I just totally completely get that. I think it is such a beautiful description, kankar patthar but saare sune... sometimes i really wonder why I understand obsession so well :) But I know I do.
आ देख मेरी पेशानी को तकदीर के हर्फे लिखे हैं मैं कितनी बार पुकारूँ तुझे तेरे नाम के सफ्फे लिखे हैं... तेरा साया कभी तो बोलेगा मैं सुनता रहा परछाईयाँ
and then this next one is the part that just completely takes the cake for me पैरों के निशाँ जब देखे जहाँ सौ बार झुकाया सर को वहां it is so very profound, yet stated so simply। some actions - thinking, wanting, obsessing - do not leave foot prints. There is no tangible proof but does not mean they did not happen.
tch, sometimes i really wish i could sing :(
तारों की चमक ये सुबहो तलक लगती ही नहीं पल भर को पलक....
I love Gurdaas maan and his challa song, actually i love a whole lot of his songs, so much so that i should make a separate category for them :)
I like the way it begins
jaavo ni koi mod leyao ni mere naal gaya aj lad ke allah kare je aajave sohna devan jaan kadma vich dhar ke
and i like this next part too, it is sort of funny but sad, funny in a very punjabi sort of way, its hard to explain. it goes
challa kaliyan mirchan mohra pi ke marsan sire tere chad san gall sun challeya dhola ve saad ke keetai kola
matlab i will comit suicide, but i will blame it on you... how crazy is that? does that make sense? suicide is by definition self inflicted. Isn't it? You don't get to point fingers at others. But people do that all the time , we blame others for our wrong decisions, i do too, i am not saying i don't, only that i see the error of my ways. Again, am not saying i will change my ways, in fact i am not sure if that is even possible but, oh i don't know what the heck i am saying... dekhya bhula ditta na... sheh.
चलते चलते कभी कभी वो मोड़ भी आता है जब रस्ता मंजिल बन जाता है राही ख़ुद अपने से भी दूर जीवन बस चलना रह जाता है
बाग़ की इन पगडंडियों का सफर अनंत दुर्गम पथ उजली रात या फिर रातों जैसा दिन हो जाता है
अब कुछ पाने की चाह नही जीवन बहुत सुर्ख या स्याह नही ख़ुद को दिया अब जग को खोना रहता है
I wrote this a while ago, and i guess it does not create anything brand new or ground breaking, but as they say - it is one thing knowing the path, it is another to walk it.
You know that age old question, if you could go back in time, would you change anything?
Most people I have asked this question to say no. nothing. nothing significant at the least. hmm...
Why?
Why not change something?
Are we scared of sounding like we are not happy with our present lives?
Or may be we just do not actually want to share those small personal details of our lives over small talk. So, we say no, everything is just as i ever wanted it to be, don't push further, let it go. Understandable.
The way i look at it, there could be only three reasons you would not want to change anything.
a) you were perfect the first time round - some people can be, they know exactly what they want, they know how they are going to get that and they go ahead and get it. I am sure it is possible, only i do not think it actually happens to a lot of us.
b) you have not learned any thing new about yourself, others or the way the world works in the time that has passed, you would like to keep doing the same thing over and over. Again, possible, but again i do not think is generally true for most of us.
c) you are scared of changing something in the past because you worry how that would change the present. If you dodge one bullet, would you have to take twenty new ones at the next turn? If you try to take out the bad, would you have to give up the good too?
I don't know about you, but those are the questions that plague me. That is the reason i always say no to that question too. A known evil is better than an unknown one, i am very happy with my present demons, thank you very much.
But, if, for a moment i could put aside that fear, would i want to change things in my past? Yes. Most certainly yes. why the hell not? I definitely made a lot of mistakes back then and i have actually learned a lot since then, so why not use my new found wisdom and do some damage control? hmm?
OK fine, i know, i will only end up making new mistakes, but isn't that the point of the entire exercise - admitting past blunders and being willing to make new ones? Rising above the fear of failure - all over again?
Now the only thing i need to know before i make my list of all events to delete or modify is - will i be the only one who remembers this present time line or will you all remember it too?
Please say you won't, because then that is no fun :( you would keep the annoying chatter of: but this is not how we did it the last time, what are you trying to chaaaaaaaange?
ughhh. Spoilsport. No, I think only i should be the one to remember, then I could keep changing things and you would never ever know. oooooh ahhhhaahahahahahahaha <--- evil ravan ki hasi :D
जिनको मैंने छोड़ दिया ख़ुद इन हाथों से तोड़ दिया वो सपने मेरा साथ न छोडें कुछ रातें दिन का हाथ न छोडें
i don't think i am going to complete this to ये ऐसे ही भटकने वाली है आधी अधूरी सी...
personally this is my favorite I think. Sometimes I think that is weird, I should stop liking it so much if it is not finished, or if I like it that much then I should just finish it. But i cannot bring myself to do either. I guess that is a testament to the charm and pull of unfinished businesses - unfulfilled dreams, unrequited love, and incomplete poems ;)
This is for A, because i wrote it on a scrap piece of paper and she saved it for ten years. God. Impressed.
The poem is Javed Akhtar's Dushvaari (Problem) some where in June '98 I had this huge Javed Akhtar phase, craze, whatever. Again am writing from memory, to galat salat muaaf karen.
Main tumhe bhula doon ab yehi munasib hai magar bhulana chahoon bhi to kis tarah bhoolun? ke tum to phir bhi haqiqat ho aur yahan to dil ka ye aalam hai ki kambakht bhula na paya ye vo ik afsana jo tha hi nahi vo ik khayal jo awaaz ki hadd tak gaya hi nahi vo ik baat jo main keh nahi saka tumse vo ik rabt jo hum me kabhi raha hi nahi mujhe yaad hai vo sab jo kabhi hua hi nahi.
For R, i am amazed you remembered it all those years.
what little i remember of it
sach hum nahi sach tum nahi sach hai mahaz sunghursh hi
sunghursh se hat kar jiye to kya jiye hum ya ki tum jo nat hua vo mrit hua jyon vrint se jhar kar kusum
sach hum nahi sach tum nahi sach hai mahaz sunghursh hi
something in the middle i guess....
jo saath koolon ke chale jo dhaal paate hi dhale vo jindagi kya jindagi jo sirf paani si bahi
sach hum nahi sach tum nahi sach hai mahaz sunghursh hi
i have no idea who has written this poem, i think it was in my grade 8 textbook or something, or 10 may be, and i have just carried it around in my head all these years - don't ask, poori kabadi ki dukaan hai idhar, kuch nahi phenkte hum. :D
This is in continuation to the earlier post on rude people.
I have been thinking about it, what are your options when some one is really rude, inconsiderate or just plain hurtful to you. What can you do? I guess it comes down to two things.
a) you can give one back to them, be equally brutal and crass. But then do you really want to stoop that low? Do feel comfortable doing that?
or
b) Be polite but tell them that what they said hurt you. But it is easier said than done. Rude people are intimidating. By admitting that they have the power to hurt you, you are making yourself even more vulnerable in an already imbalanced situation. How do you know how they will react and not hurt you further? But that is fear talking. umm...
I don't know. I have done both a few times , only it has always been more rewarding to tell someone they hurt you, instead of hurting them back. I almost always regret it after.
I guess there is a third option then, you could not do anything, with the realization that choosing not to act is an action in itself. If you think the situation is not compelling enough, or if you think that this person is not worth another ten minutes of high blood pressure, then you just let it go. And we all do that all the time don't we? Which in hindsight is a good thing. Why bother telling someone what you think if they don't really mean so much to you?
Its amazing how rude some people can be, but what i find even more amazing is that in all these years, i have still not figured out what to do with them.
Yesterday I had this idiot at starbucks have the audacity to ask me " Miss do you even know what a cappuccino is ?" before he proceeded to give me a lesson. God, i could not even believe he said that.
And what i did i do? just stared at him. I could not think of one rude thing to say, something that would slap him back. I wanted to but i could not.
I came out in disbelief, how come i fight, and yell, and scream at everyone I love and care about but have nothing blank nothing when it comes to loons who do not deserve my patience.
Just saw the movie - The Jane Austen Book Club (2007), was okay but got me thinking of all those amazing Austen books, of falling in love, of getting married, of love vs reason, of the uncertainties of the future, of the hope of youth, but above all of friends - past and present. And each of those deserve separate posts, which i am going to write in the future. For now i want to talk about the books.
Which is my favorite Austen book? I don't know. I like them all. Who is my favorite Austen heroine? Well... I don't know. We all want to be Elizabeth Bennett now don't we? :) I do too a little bit, but I guess I like Emma a lot more. Lizzy is so perfect in most respects, but she is scared of making mistakes, of making a fool of herself, may be because she is surrounded by all these people that embarrass her to no end, but i would like to see her take a risk once in a while.
Emma makes a lot more mistakes, and i love her for she blushes for them profusely :) She is equally critical of herself and others, but she is so much willing to accept her mistakes and works so hard to improve herself.
I do not think being safe all the time is the way to go in life, you have to put yourself out there - a little bit at least. And i guess that is why Fanny Price does not really cut it too well with me, no i like her, its hard to not like an Austen heroine, but sometimes i wish she did somethings differently.
Wait, should we start a Jane Austen Book Club too? Wow I would love that. Let me know if you want to participate.
Here is a You tube link to Tom Lehrer's elements song. I love it and the thing is my kids do too. Even the ones who sit in a corner looking all wise, bored, and I could not care less about your chemistry miss seem to actually wake up and go can we hear that again.
While the academic purposes served by the song may be debatable it does have a huge fun quotient.
Besides, i just need an excuse to hear it again :)
And here are the lyrics for those of you who would like to sing along:
There’s antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium, And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium, Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium And gold, protactinium and indium and gallium And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium.
There’s yttrium, ytterbium, actinium, rubidium And boron, gadolinium, niobium, iridium And strontium and silicon and silver and samarium, And bismuth, bromine, lithium, beryllium and barium.
There’s holmium and helium and hafnium and erbium And phosphorous and francium and fluorine and terbium And manganese and mercury, molybdinum, magnesium, Dysprosium and scandium and cerium and cesium And lead, praseodymium, and platinum, plutonium, Palladium, promethium, potassium, polonium, Tantalum, technetium, titanium, tellurium, And cadmium and calcium and chromium and curium.
There’s sulfur, californium and fermium, berkelium And also mendelevium, einsteinium and nobelium And argon, krypton, neon, radon, xenon, zinc and rhodium And chlorine, carbon, cobalt, copper, Tungsten, tin and sodium.
These are the only ones of which the news has come to Harvard, And there may be many others but they haven’t been discovered.
मोह्हबत की बस इतनी दास्ताँ है बहारें चार दिन की फ़िर खिजां है.....
I think this is supposed to be a sad song, but i find it uplifting somehow. It's more like, yeah, that's the nature of the beast, life sucks, what are you gonna do about it. Types, you know...
But, that's only part of why i like it. I love the way it takes a high note on bhaaaaaaareeein, its the contrast of high and low that i really like and i also like the sound of the ghungrus in the background.
Have you been asked this question : is the glass half empty or half full?
umm... err... well... nu ke aisa hai, ki... it is BOTH.
By virtue of its being half empty it is half full and by being only half full it has to be half empty, the one cannot exist without the other.
And to think they classify you as an optimist or pessimist based on your answer to the question.[rolling my eyes]
I would rather be none, neither an optimist nor a pessimist. They are both two sides of the same coin and are hence equally worthless. I would rather see the world for what it actually is, instead of trying to believe in some eventual good or impending doom i have no good reason to expect.
A person merely exhibits their pigheadedness by insisting on existing in any one of the two states. Entirely unnecessary if you ask me.
Dilbar mere kab tak mujhe aise hi tadpaaoge main aag dil me laga doonga vo ke pal me pighal jaaoge
I love this song, its just so beautiful, i love the sheer confidence of it. There is this undeniable charm that is not at all cocky or arrogant, i mean agar real life me koi aa kar kisi ko ye kahe to shayad aap kaho ke yeah! sure buddy, in your dreams - but Amitabh Bachhan and Kishore Kumar together is a deadly combination that can surely pull this off :)
Here is Bob Dylan's Forever young, dedicated to my daughter and her whole generation. :)
May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous, May you grow up to be true, May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, Stand upright and be strong, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy, May your feet always be swift, May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful, May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young.
So here is Eric Schulman's famous "The History of the Universe in 200 Words or Less" , instructive isn't it?
Quantum fluctuation. Inflation. Expansion. Strong nuclear interaction. Particle-antiparticle annihilation. Deuterium and helium production. Density perturbations. Recombination. Blackbody radiation. Local contraction. Cluster formation. Reionization? Violent relaxation. Virialization. Biased galaxy formation? Turbulent fragmentation. Contraction. Ionization. Compression. Opaque hydrogen. Massive star formation. Deuterium ignition. Hydrogen fusion. Hydrogen depletion. Core contraction. Envelope expansion. Helium fusion. Carbon, oxygen, and silicon fusion. Iron production. Implosion. Supernova explosion. Metals injection. Star formation. Supernova explosions. Star formation. Condensation. Planetesimal accretion. Planetary differentiation. Crust solidification. Volatile gas expulsion. Water condensation. Water dissociation. Ozone production. Ultraviolet absorption. Photosynthetic unicellular organisms. Oxidation. Mutation. Natural selection and evolution. Respiration. Cell differentiation. Sexual reproduction. Fossilization. Land exploration. Dinosaur extinction. Mammal expansion. Glaciation. Homo sapiens manifestation. Animal domestication. Food surplus production. Civilization! Innovation. Exploration. Religion. Warring nations. Empire creation and destruction. Exploration. Colonization. Taxation without representation. Revolution. Constitution. Election. Expansion. Industrialization. Rebellion. Emancipation Proclamation. Invention. Mass production. Urbanization. Immigration. World conflagration. League of Nations. Suffrage extension. Depression. World conflagration. Fission explosions. United Nations. Space exploration. Assassinations. Lunar excursions. Resignation. Computerization. World Trade Organization. Terrorism. Internet expansion. Reunification. Dissolution. World-Wide Web creation. Composition. Extrapolation?
too many "tions" in there for my liking, but, i guess that's a limitation of the English language. I hear it has been translated in to many other languages, if anyone has a link to the Hindi version, tell me please. Shall be eternally grateful.
So the other day I saw this guy reading a book while driving. No, it was a book book, not a map book.
Now that is probably the only place on the face of this earth that I have not read a book, I mean I have read books standing up in crowded DTC buses, meandering through congested delhi sidewalks, I have even carried books to parties and sneaked in to washrooms to read them. But driving!
Ok fine, in all honesty I must admit that the idea did cross my mind and that I have very seriously considered it too, but in my defense; I did arrive at the conclusion that it was not a very smart thing to do.
Now, the thing is, when I saw this guy I did not feel like, whoa what an idiot, a menace on roads, or any other such surge of righteous emotion।
I felt a sort of grudging admiration, almost like regret, a competitive how come I did not have the guts to do this.
You know what, go ahead and judge me, but I was no such hurry to label him. I wanted to actually ask him why he was doing this, coz I have a hunch there had to be a reason - only I did not have the guts to do that either. Kinda hard to get some one to pull over to have a chat in this day and age.
I wish I was ten years younger, coz then I would have actually gone up to him and said, bhaaaaaaai!Parnaam.
But. Please. Explain. And please don't let it be for a lack of brains, coz that would be a huuuuuuge disappointment for me.
i guess it is wishful thinking, that is one thing i aspire to, may be it is a stupid, infantile infatuation to the idea of mystery and secrecy, or may be it is a general dismay at being so painfully transparent.
My face reflects every thought, every idea, every disappointment. And i so wish it did not. What is worse is that i end up saying it out loud too. hmm...
i am not sure if a cure even exists for such ailments but i sure admire all those poker faces around, now that is control - to let others in at will.
oh i guess i should completet the poem, what i remember of it.
