Bombay, where lives are made,
honest efforts are valued
hard work and perseverance pays,
where nobody sleeps hungry.
Bombay, it gave me my identity,
and a sense of self confidence,
liberated me financially,
and taught me to stand tall.
Bombay, the city of dreams,
where glamour and money reigns supreme,
make up and clothes maketh one,
where masks are worn and changed.
Bombay, it snatched my innocence,
stole the trust and faith i reposed,
grabbed my laughter,
and buried my smiles ...
Bombay, i love and hate you,
I have faith, yet fear you,
I have gained a lot and lost some more,
Hope u give me without taking away...
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
I believe
You said honesty drove you,
And honesty is what drove you away.
Why do i speak the truth,
when i know the price i have to pay?
It took a lot from me,
ive learnt a lesson or two too ,
i shall speak less, not more..
It shall yet be only the truth.
Someday it will be accepted
for what it is worth...
He will find me and cherish
and i shall not be hurt.
i believe....
And honesty is what drove you away.
Why do i speak the truth,
when i know the price i have to pay?
It took a lot from me,
ive learnt a lesson or two too ,
i shall speak less, not more..
It shall yet be only the truth.
Someday it will be accepted
for what it is worth...
He will find me and cherish
and i shall not be hurt.
i believe....
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Do i continue to fight fate??
I err, a lot!
Guess that makes me more human than others. I am an emotional fool, too honest to be good. The combination leads to vocal outbursts ever so often. These are short comings that drag one down the social ladder a great deal. For years, I have waited, looked and sought for someone, who will bring inner peace in me, who'll complete me, fill in that void which leads to me being restless.
The ones who wanted or desire to be there, are not the ones i set out looking for. The few i thought fit the bill, were looking elsewhere, seeking something else....
Now i guess i'm getting weary of waiting. Would it be wise to just accept what fate has in store for you? Even though that is not what u've spent years waiting for? Is it fool hardy to fight fate? Is that what destiny has been trying to tell me all along? That only that is due to me, which i do not seek?? Shall i give up hope??
Guess that makes me more human than others. I am an emotional fool, too honest to be good. The combination leads to vocal outbursts ever so often. These are short comings that drag one down the social ladder a great deal. For years, I have waited, looked and sought for someone, who will bring inner peace in me, who'll complete me, fill in that void which leads to me being restless.
The ones who wanted or desire to be there, are not the ones i set out looking for. The few i thought fit the bill, were looking elsewhere, seeking something else....
Now i guess i'm getting weary of waiting. Would it be wise to just accept what fate has in store for you? Even though that is not what u've spent years waiting for? Is it fool hardy to fight fate? Is that what destiny has been trying to tell me all along? That only that is due to me, which i do not seek?? Shall i give up hope??
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
the book and the cover
I put up a status this morning on one of the social sites - how another book i picked up by its cover turned into a lousy read.
While this has been true on a lot of occasions. Today, it had nothing to do with books or their covers. I was referring to something altogether different this morning. It was about how we seek out people and people us. It was based on an exchange of communication last night.
Surprisingly not a single friend of mine thought it meant anything other than what it ostensibly reflected. Am i just smarter than the rest? i know, not. Are they just plain stupid? i think, not. So then y didn't they see through what i wrote? More importantly, why did i not write it in plain and simple language had i wanted them to know the words between the lines? Why do i now dissect that they are unable to read what i had myself so well managed to suppress???
Why these mind games with the self??
While this has been true on a lot of occasions. Today, it had nothing to do with books or their covers. I was referring to something altogether different this morning. It was about how we seek out people and people us. It was based on an exchange of communication last night.
Surprisingly not a single friend of mine thought it meant anything other than what it ostensibly reflected. Am i just smarter than the rest? i know, not. Are they just plain stupid? i think, not. So then y didn't they see through what i wrote? More importantly, why did i not write it in plain and simple language had i wanted them to know the words between the lines? Why do i now dissect that they are unable to read what i had myself so well managed to suppress???
Why these mind games with the self??
Thursday, January 3, 2008
11:58syndrome
There were some new years’ eve and there were more new year’s eve’s and then there was this New Year’s Eve!
Years ago, I remember planning a month ahead for D day! Buy the smartest black outfit. Nails bitten coz I didn’t find the right pair of stilettos to go with the little black number. If I was blessed and those things went right then, damn!! I didn’t have good accessories!! How we’d worry if we weren’t at the best party or if my escort stood me up! Once all was in place, then I’d pray and pray and pray more, that I had not got my dates mixed up and I was in the clear for the big day! That I wouldn’t wake up in the morn to find a huge pimple on my face blowing up my confidence and my evening… we’d buy tickets to the party venue which was hep and affordable and party the night away till 5 and 6am!
Then a few years into work, a few grey strands later, we didn’t bite nails any longer. It wasn’t a thing to die for, if I didn’t have the perfect accessories to go with the dress, which I had bought a few months back for my cousin’s wedding. The acne scars defined my personality. Friends all met at the residence of one of us. The comfort of known faces. Music would be good, food would mostly be potluck. A little dancing, a little fun, loads of gossip and new year would be ushered in! Bout 2 or 3am we’d go for an ice cream and drive away home…
Then came December, 2007. Somehow, while friend were still deciding where, how and other details, I had made up my mind not to party this year. No particular reason, generally. Some thought, I was PMSing, my folks thought I was unwell, others thought I was depressed. But trust me it was none of it. Then a friend put words to my fears. He said I was scared of the 11.58 syndrome! Wassat??? Well,, he explained… till 11.58 all would be chatting, dancing drinking… from 12.02 till 3-4am whatever, u’ d still be partying.. but 11.58 -12.02 when all the couples would be smothering each other in hugs and exchanging some saliva, I’d stand by myself till they’d free themselves to wish me too!!! Oh I didn’t tell you did i?? yeah m single.. Its not a bad thing at all, at least not for the rest of the year. But those 4 seconds made me run away from new years eve celebrations this year! He was right! I was running away from those 4 seconds…
Years ago, I remember planning a month ahead for D day! Buy the smartest black outfit. Nails bitten coz I didn’t find the right pair of stilettos to go with the little black number. If I was blessed and those things went right then, damn!! I didn’t have good accessories!! How we’d worry if we weren’t at the best party or if my escort stood me up! Once all was in place, then I’d pray and pray and pray more, that I had not got my dates mixed up and I was in the clear for the big day! That I wouldn’t wake up in the morn to find a huge pimple on my face blowing up my confidence and my evening… we’d buy tickets to the party venue which was hep and affordable and party the night away till 5 and 6am!
Then a few years into work, a few grey strands later, we didn’t bite nails any longer. It wasn’t a thing to die for, if I didn’t have the perfect accessories to go with the dress, which I had bought a few months back for my cousin’s wedding. The acne scars defined my personality. Friends all met at the residence of one of us. The comfort of known faces. Music would be good, food would mostly be potluck. A little dancing, a little fun, loads of gossip and new year would be ushered in! Bout 2 or 3am we’d go for an ice cream and drive away home…
Then came December, 2007. Somehow, while friend were still deciding where, how and other details, I had made up my mind not to party this year. No particular reason, generally. Some thought, I was PMSing, my folks thought I was unwell, others thought I was depressed. But trust me it was none of it. Then a friend put words to my fears. He said I was scared of the 11.58 syndrome! Wassat??? Well,, he explained… till 11.58 all would be chatting, dancing drinking… from 12.02 till 3-4am whatever, u’ d still be partying.. but 11.58 -12.02 when all the couples would be smothering each other in hugs and exchanging some saliva, I’d stand by myself till they’d free themselves to wish me too!!! Oh I didn’t tell you did i?? yeah m single.. Its not a bad thing at all, at least not for the rest of the year. But those 4 seconds made me run away from new years eve celebrations this year! He was right! I was running away from those 4 seconds…
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Lost a friend
Its been almost a year since i lost my friend...
He is still around tho'...
sometimes, he crops up in a conversation...
sometimes as an example....
some other times as a memory...
and mostly, he is just there... in my phone book, address book, mail list....
His memory sparks diff emotions in me..
sometimes i laugh, sometimes i am angry, other times i contemplate.... but mostly i smile.
His sense of humour was unmatched, so i laugh....
he wasted a aprecious intelligent life... his life... so i am angry...
i contemplate why would someone do that....
but mostly i smile for who he was....
I lost my friend, i miss him....
He is still around tho'...
sometimes, he crops up in a conversation...
sometimes as an example....
some other times as a memory...
and mostly, he is just there... in my phone book, address book, mail list....
His memory sparks diff emotions in me..
sometimes i laugh, sometimes i am angry, other times i contemplate.... but mostly i smile.
His sense of humour was unmatched, so i laugh....
he wasted a aprecious intelligent life... his life... so i am angry...
i contemplate why would someone do that....
but mostly i smile for who he was....
I lost my friend, i miss him....
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