Music is amazing. I wake up half dead in a stupor but when I hear the exact notes I need to hear, it brings such a wave of calm and energy, it is enthralling !


Respect to all musicians, artists and the world. Some things really make your day :)

Reason

A reason to splurge,
A reason to live,
A reason to take,
A reason to give

A reason to fall,
A reason to know,
A reason to die,
A season to grow

Salt

The two of them sit, hand in hand and look far into the ocean.

"What is Love really?"
"It is what we make it Jane."
"Tell me more. What is love to you?"
"No one can answer that !! Its too complicated!"
"I want to hear. Tell me. "
"Love is... love is passionate. Its subtle.. its not loud. Yes, its definitely not loud. "
"Hmmm.. what is passion then? Isn't passion loud?"
"No."
"Its not?? I always imagined passion to be alive."
"So it is, but its not loud."
"Then.."
"When you look at the ocean, what do you see?"
"I see the horizon. I see light bouncing of the waves."
"When you think of the ocean, what do you see?"
"I see blue."
"Do you feel anything?"
"I feel calm. Excited."
"Is the ocean inviting?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to dive in?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"But it is beautiful.."
"Oh yes. So very beautiful."

"So the ocean you see is different from what you think of?"
"Yes."
"Even when you are sitting here in the sand. With the smell, the touch, the taste of the air? The picture enthralls you more? "
"Yes."
"Is the picture Loud?"

He smiled at her and then into the distance. She looked at him and saw his eyes. Eyes so wise, so subtle.. so not loud.. The sand had never felt so rough before. The air was full of salt.

Intrigue

You stand next to the ocean,
With deep unblinking eyes,
And I stand there and wonder,
Do you see the ocean, or does the ocean
see you?

GOA !

:D :D :D
Class trip to Goa !!

:D

Gore

Sleep o little one,
With all your innocence,
For when you smile and dream,
I'll slit your fucking throat







:P
Muahahahahahahaha !
Blair Witch is NOTHING.

To Write

I write for me
I write for glee
I write for the world
I pray for Thee

I feel no difference
In anger or emotion
I feel no starch
In reason in plea

I write for reason
I read for love
I hear the wind
And the colours, I see

I rhyme not for taste
For taste is none
But salt and yeast
and season and blood
I fly high towards blinding light,
I close my eyes to feel but free,

I know I can touch her soul with poison,
I know I can spend her life on me,
I live by a few stones and gravel,
I live for her and so does She..

Bleed

For in an instance he marked her,
And in an instance, she agreed..
All her worries, her questions,
His answers,
In an instance, she freed..

She held him tight, for time unmatched,
She held him with lust, with passion, with greed..
All her desires, her questions, her worries..
All of his passion, his emotion, her need..

His heart lived for her, for it never knew,
That one day for her, it will but bleed,
All of his dreams, his plans, his feelings,
All in an instance, in an instance,
She freed..

Utopia

A stream of light,
A streak of white,
A feel of day,
A spark at night

A whisper heard,
A flying bird,
A love exposed,
An explosion blurred

The green of tree,
The concept of free,
The intense of sad,
The Utopia in glee

Anger

Rage defies reason,
For it has a mind of its own,
A mind that is so corroded,
That rust is all it sees

Rust that is bold and angering,
That eats away the flesh from bone,
The soft from tone,
The light from fire, the touch from stone





Screw Anger :/ :P

:D

Internet in the Design Cube !! Im thrilled even though I am living in a garage.

Gray and blue

I see into the distance,
For I fear to look too close
I talk loud so that you hear me,
For I fear she already knows..

The light pierces through me,
Exalting me with hope unbound,
I have but words to whisper to you,
Fly up high, crash to the ground..

I have lost composure,
I have gained entropy,
I know at times I have no clue..
But I do picture you in times of darkness,
In shades of gray, and a hint of blue

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Do you visit this often ? Please let me know so that I know how personal I can get :P :D

Leave me Tender

" I could jump and end it right now. "

" Do you want to? "

" A part of me is already dead David. "

" Could be. The other part still lusts for life, doesn't it? "

" Why is it that love is always silent ? "

" Jane, it never is. It always screams to be discovered. "

" Like how? "

" Like the diary you write is not entirely for you. "

" What do you mean ?! "

" You know exactly what I mean Jane. "

" Ok. I may want him to read it someday, but its not like he knows already. "

" And how do you think he will react to it ? "

" Be sad, I guess. Or maybe it won't effect him. I don't know.. "

" So you want him to feel sorry. "

" No...."

" Guys think a lot more than you imagine Jane. "

" So do we. Do you think it is easy for me ? To see him everyday, talk to him and then die inside ? "

" It was never meant to be easy. "

" So I should keep on loving him. "

" Call it what you want, but for what I've seen, Love never makes you sad. Its called Love, remember ? "

" Not everyone has it as easy as you David "

" I've had my share of weakness Jane, and I grew stronger everyday. "

" So you say that I never really loved ? "

" You have it all wrong. You did love. With all your heart. It didn't happen. That's it. What is now is not love. Its remorse. "

" Love ends ? "

" It lives in memory."

" Remorse ? "

" A need to recover from what you never really had. "

" What do you mean ? "

" To be loved in return. "

" What should I do now ? "

" Freeze the moments that made you smile. Burn the ones that made you cry. "" It isn't easy. "

" As I told you, was never meant to be. "

" So i just throw all of this away ? For nothing? "

" Nothing ? You got to love with all your heart. The only selfless deed one can ever do. Everything else has motive. "

"I really want to be happy again David. "

" You can. Just don't run away from this. Embrace it and let it go. "

" How can you be so sure ? "

" I wrote a lot too Jane. My wrists are scarred. I never had a David to talk to. "

Scratches

" Where were you ? "
" Nowhere "
" Tell me ! Is that blood ? "
" Yes. It is nothing though "
" It doesn't look like an accident. What happened ? "
" I was picking roses. "
" You have done that millions of times. "
" I know. This is just the one time. Let it go. "
" Does someone out there not like you Jane ? "
" If there is, it is because of me. I don't glow anymore. Does this make a difference ?"
" Never did. Never will. "
" Those thorns got me bad. "
" Just shows your love for roses ! "
" If I did love them, I'd let them be. "

Perspective: A journey through Architecture

‘People who look through keyholes are apt to get the idea that most things are keyhole shaped’

I have always enjoyed taking walks. They rejuvenate me and fill me up with a sense of tranquillity and calm. What we see incites us to think about how everything seems so chaotic yet so beautiful at the same time. An iron bench next to a tree and the sound of the birds, come together to render a scene that is majestic and brilliantly natural. What I have realised now is that somehow I tend to absorb more than I ever did. I suddenly have, as I can safely say, ‘a vocabulary’ to understand and express things in a better way.

Scattered pebbles, were once ‘scattered pebbles’, but today are a composition. Colours never ‘collated’ or ‘blended’ with so much ease as they do now. Balance, rhythm, hierarchy never did jump at us with so much power that makes us stand still and let the scene sink in. Our cameras have now found, for themselves, better angles and lighting. Birthday collages somehow come out to be better and more ‘amiable’. Architecture has put in all of us, a sense to see, decipher and acknowledge everything with a mind that is focused and enlightened.

Are we poets? I wouldn’t disagree. Our emotions are linked with the tiniest of things. We do express our wonder when light from a lamp falls beautifully on a crystal glass, yet we do not hold back our contempt when a priceless antique is lit up by a piercing halogen. Ah lamp posts - a classic example of rhythm. What would we have called it had we not known our ‘words’? One does tend to ponder.

Are we artists? We do know that pink and blue are not the best of friends. Who doesn’t, right? Somehow we now have options of how pink and blue split into shades and tones and we are almost always able to reach for ourselves, a visual compromise. We are far past the image of Barbie’s and Hot Wheels!

Are we musicians? In a street that speaks of concrete, tiles don’t seem to fit. The thought itself makes us flinch. Yes, we are thinking about notes. Sketching seems to take control after a while and we generate forms that fit into each other. Music isn’t music if a note goes wrong. So is architecture. As put by Friedrich von Schelling, ‘Architecture, in general, is frozen music‘.

What are we then? Are we everything or nothing at all? I think our question was long before answered by the iron bench next to the tree.

‘What we see depends mainly on what we look for. ‘ - John Lubbock

Glug Glug Machine

Mujhe glug glug machine banani aati hai :D

Pure

I feel humbled to be in presence of such powerful emotions. One which enthralls us and beckons us to embrace it. One that so light yet so strong that it quenches us of that desire which we never knew we had for so long.

It really is a wonder to see how everything falls into place all the time. So much chaos yet none of it.

Dreams don't always send messages, they just show how life would be or could be the other way round.

Waking up is so fresh. A smile stays for long. Little did I know that this could be so pure, yet tastes like forbidden fruit.



Life as I know, rocks to no end :D

Thank you for making it so special :)

There are times when you connect at levels you never knew existed. It is at that precise moment that thoughts and words come pouring out. Words so intense and deep that they leave an echo of power and drain you of strength.

I love such moments. They make me think about the world differently. The noises fade out and the thought steps in, like a bold outline in a fog.

I read Blogs too

I miss some of them

sheblogoodles
somesixtyinches

Where art thou ? :) ;)

AO Technology

The Thunder beckons me to touch it,
The rain is cold and welcome,
The trees dance in a beautiful silhouette,
I swear, there is magic in the air :-)




First post through my phone. Sweet and cumbersome :-D :-P

He crossed oceans, he found land

He searched for mountains, he found sand..

His emotion was just,

His words were few,

His eyes were sparkling,

'His' need was true..

He looked into the distance and found 'her' crouching,

Looking for a place to hide her dolls,

He picked her up and they walked together,

Through forests and ice, deserts and falls...

Rogue

He looks at Jane. He sees more than what hits his eye. Behind her smile, is a girl trying to break free. She bangs against the door, desperate screams of desolation.

Jane is smiling. Why does he see her sadness ? He walks towards her. She smiles and waves. He looks deep into her eyes. His expression, unforgiving and solemn. She freezes.

" How did you know ? "

" I always knew"

" I look happy. "

" Yes. You 'look' happy. "

" I can't help it. Who would listen ? "

" I would. Try me. "

" Will you understand what I feel ? "

" You will be amazed. I know more than what you think I do "

This conversation never took place. They just looked at each other. Jane runs away.

Mind

A lot to do, a lot to say,

A lot to think on my way,

A dream to dream,

A road to take,

A will to prosper,

An urge to break..

A sign to spot,

A leaf to find,

A quote to whisper,

To the one left behind..

A belief to rescue,

A sacrament to die,

A direction to follow,

And wings, to fly :)

Look at the stars Simba

Some moments, make days worth living :)

Life really is what we make it. Sometimes, things ARE about holding and keeping ;)

We imagine flowers to be delicate, when we touch them, they are rough. Same is the story with the human mind. Everything we assume is not as it is. We exaggerate for 'us'

The dew forming on a leaf will never shine like the rising sun, but there are somethings that turn out to be more than what we ever thought would be.

Life, for instance, has a lot of parameters. Variables, all constantly chasing each other with different equations. Its chaotic. Beautifully chaotic :)

Can we go the EXACT same way everyday ? No. Even if we lock ourselves in a room with nothing but blank walls and a depressed mind. Nothing is constant. Nothing, is 'stale'.

Butterflies are delicate, we tend not to harm them. Why is it that only ladybirds are the ones we pick up and play with ?

It is fascinating, how enslaved we are, by our own thoughts and more so, by other's.

' So her charm is no longer bright, but she still shines inside '

" Hold my hand. "

" Why ? "

" Why not ? "

" Will you pull me away ? "

" No, I will lead you "

" To where ? "

" To nothingness "

" Where is nothingness ? "

" Everywhere and nowhere :) "

" How can that be ? "

" Close your eyes.."

" What now ? "

" What do you 'see' ? "

" You "

" Do you really 'see' me ? "

" Yes..I mean no.. Yes.. ! Oh.."

" Told you :) "

What Women Want

I know it is much more than pink fingernails for starters ;)

" Jane can love,

she can hate,

she can run,

'She' can wait. "

For every moment that passes, she pours her soul into her beliefs. For every time she thinks, she thinks not only for her soul. 'Alone time' for a guy is a ' Devil's workshop', for 'Her', it is introspection. She thinks too much, mostly ending up with conflicting thoughts that tear her down.

What does she do now ? How can three lefts not make a right ? Why did Emily betray her trust ? She says she doesn't believe in Love, but falls straight in. Her tears aren't always sad. They speak volumes.

Jane loves the rain, but she is sometimes scared to dance. She may dance alone, let her hair fly with the wind. She may sit down and smile for the tree in the distance is a beautiful red, she may pick up a flower and watch it for hours on end ( ah yes, she isn't 'seeing' ;) )

She laughs at his jokes, though she has a million things at the back of her mind.

She loves to be thought of as a woman, though she ALWAYS wants to go back to being a little girl.

Jane was always a 'woman', even when she was a little girl ;)

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Im trying to tear down her psyche.

I think I'll make your jaw drop :D

Amazing, isn't it ? How the clouds suddenly seem happier and shower the scathing ground with rain ?

Rain so pure and full of happiness that it brings a smile to the weakest man walking in the street, or to the heartbroken teenager locked in his room who looked out the window.

I love the rain :)

7.05.10

" The trees are so awesome. I never noticed ! "

" You didn't ? "

" Had no one to sit down and look up with ;) "

Its amazing how things fall into place, how the best pieces always 'fit' ;)

:D

Some journeys mean more than others :D

1.05.2010

They grew up, we didn't.

I guess we were special, for childhood waits for none to quietly slip away. I feel evolved in remaining a kid.

Peter Pan strikes again. Never-Never Land has its name just right ;)

How can elation be so quiet ? I have never known the silent side of joy, till today :)

Sitting alone, smiling to myself is something that I have never done before.

Maybe its because I found what I needed, or is it because I discovered what was always meant to be mine ?

Jane was scared, but so was He.

But He held her hand and didn't let go.

She never pulled hers away, for Jane was in love too.

And that was the moment that defined the others that followed.

Every grain of sand down the hourglass is brighter now :) Why ?? I guess everything was dark before, and now its Noon ;)

:)

Someone, somewhere is very Cute :) :)

;)

Show Off

Idiot, polluting the world with vulgar poetry and bad humor. I agree it is brilliant, but he needs to understand that being awesome isn't enough. He needs to put a lid on it.

http://youwillnevervisititagain.blogspot.com/

I am sad that he isn't focussed. He can do so much more with his skills. Maybe write a blog like this.

:P :P Show off :D

Shakespeare iQuote

If it is music that I hear, I'd listen all day :)

For every note is brilliant,

Every word is joyous,

Every chord is powerful,

Every bell sounds just right..

:)

Play on

:/

The Keyboard is mightier than the pen.

For starters, its neat.

There is a reason they call it "Yellow Pages".

Quiver

Dreams aren't always pretty,

They sometimes leave the wrong message.

Messages aren't always happy,

They sometimes reveal too much

I wanted to know more, and that I did

I wanted to tread further, and that I did

I did write my dreams on a piece of paper

And out of my hand, it tugged out and flew

Someone caught it, read it and smiled at the wind

For the dreams here his, and the paper said 'You'

:) :) :)

THE day

The deliberation, the thought,

The thought, the hesitation.

:) I can't write. I will do justice to this day when I stop trembling :) As for now, all I can say is

" Ab toh ho gaya. Jo hoga dekha jayega :) "

:D

Staedtler !!

STAEDTLER :P :P

Likho aur yaad karo.

Bwa'hahahahahaa'

:) :) Main bahut 'mean' hoon. Mean matlab AVERAGE

Print and paste

When does a photograph become a dear memory ?

When its printed ! :)

31.03.10

They always say they need you, though all they do is siphon your pity.

To them in happiness we are stones, in sorrow we are bones

It feels vacant to be looked at and not seen

Bus trip. Mount Abu to Jodhpur.

Silence

There are times I feel alone. When I can hear my own breath and the thump of my touch on the wood. It is beautiful. The moment when everything is so important, so distinct.

I write in the air to listen to the echo. For then, I hear not myself, but your thoughts.

Phases

Like dominoes, they topple

From one onto the next.. and it goes on...

The eye never lingers at the fallen.

What when the final one hits nothingness ?? Where do you look then ??

" So what do you think ? "

" I don't know. I'm not sure. "

" Why ? Are you done ? "

" No. I'm not, but I'm trying to get out of it. "

" When things seem bright, what is the problem ? "

" Maybe they are just bright to me. What if she is on the other side of the light ? "

" She will see you anyway. "

" What if I ruin it ? What then ? "

" Nothing. You walk away. "

" I don't want to. This seems right. "

Victory

is sweet.

:D :D :D :D

Prologue

Jane is beautiful. And in the rain, she is dancing. The thunder scares her, but she has nothing to worry about till she sees him, leaning against the wall, smiling at her. Jane is loved.

All Grown-up

Back from a movie. Its 1:30 a.m. Mom is dead tired.

" Mummy, omelette bana do ! " :P

" Oh bhook lag rahi hai ?? Saath mein doodh peena hai ? "

" :O main toh bas tang kar raha tha"

Listen

She ran far away into the woods

" I've lost him. Yes, I've lost him "

The thicket brushed her bare-arms and the dry leaves crackled beneath her toes, but she went on, she couldn't stop. What if he caught her ?

" No. Please don't come near me. "

" But why ? Am I hideous ? "

" No. Its not you. Its me. Im scared. What if - ? "

" What ? "

" Umm..I don't know. I just can't do it. "

" Will you never ? "
" I might not. "

" Don't you like me ? "

" I love you. "

" Then why don't you just be with me ? "

" I don't know the reason. I feel exposed. "

" So what ? Everyone does so the first time. Does this mean nothing to you ? "

" It does. It so does. I will think about this all the time. I know I will curse myself, for being Me. "

" You don't have to. You are the prettiest thing in the world to me "

" Just pretty ? "

" Pretty and much more. You understand me. I want to be with you. Spend more time with you. Hear you out. You know I love to hear whatever you have to say. "

" So do I ! So do I ! "

" Then what is stopping you ? "

" Me "

" What if I turned away right now ? How would that make you feel ? "

" I'd hate myself even more. Loathe actually. I know I would want to but won't stop you. Im scared. "

" Do you want me ? "

" Yes. Yes, I really do. I love being with you. "

" What if I hadn't told you ? Would you have told me ? "

" No. I never could. "

" Even when you know I like you ? "

" Yes. Im too scared. Too insecure. Please, I'm sorry. I hate myself. "

" You don't have to ! You are perfect. You just needed the right person to come along and tell you"

" But if he is the right person, why am I so scared ? "

" So is he. He just doesn't tell you. "

Triangular Victory

" Yaar seriously nahin khel raha koi "

" Samoso ki game lagayo !! "

" Haan ! Haan ! Sahi hai !! "

" 6 samose.. "

" Nahin !! 12 atleast !! "
" Haan theek hai "

" CHALO !!! "

" Service !! Oye suna ?? Samose talne ki awaaz aa rahi hai :P "

" BANA KE !!! Sahi Hai Tushar !! Sahi hai Partha !! "

" Oh shit. !! Chal koini koini !! "

The game was enthralling. Everyone was cheering. Everyone played their very best.

" Oye SAMOSE !!!! " :D :D :D

" Haan Haan !! Chalo PEC Market !! "

" Samose hai hi nai. Kal khayenge :| "

:)

Sometimes, some moments are so beautiful you want to just reach out and grab hold.

Its been a long time since I've felt such jubilation.

Stay with me :)

Lone

Seclusion is a luxury,

Sometimes it feels nice to shut yourself from the world and just keep thinking inside,

For then, there is no one to explain to, to hide from or to entertain.

I am a good listener.

18.2.2010

Slow was the world and all its glory

For that instant I caught her smiling

Pinprick

They walked together till she found her wings,

And she soared up high towards the bloodshot sky,

What she saw till far was nothingness, infinite and random

She never met him again, for where he was, wings didn't matter

Ye Ye Maurya !!

" Oye kahaan hai ? "

" Sir dome mein. Aap ? "

" Pahunch raha hoon. Stay there. 15 minute mein houses sort ho rahe hain "

" KYA !!!? "
" Haan. Ye le list. Mark kar. "

" Woh kahaan hai jo banayi thi ?? "

" Woh bekaar thi. Abhi mark kar. Only the order. Final. Jaldi kar "

" :o !! Oh..oh.. Haan .. DO !! "

" Umm.. second pe main ye kar raha hoon... "

" Abbe tu bas kar !! Time ni hai !! Khud se dekh "

" Ok.... Yeh lo ! "

" Chal.. Milta hoon !! Ye ye Maurya !!! "

" YE YE Maurya !! "

I am overwhelmed. Today is a day I needed bad. I woke up with a positive vibe that sailed along with me throughout the day :)

MAURYA PICKS !! We got the lot, yes we got the lot !!

\m/aurya for life :D

4:32 am

I have nothing specific to say but I just feel awesome waking up at this hour. How cool is that ?! It is so quiet. Everything is sleeping. I can practically hear myself breathing ( maybe because I breathe very loudly ). No wonder people get up this early to practice their music. It must sound so unique and crisp without the other noises polluting the tones.

No lecture. Im watching Friends. Season 6. Rachel's hair keeps on changing in every episode. Weird.

It isn't easy. You keep thinking. Everything looks like a sign. Will it happen ? Should it happen ?

I want it to happen. It seems right. After a long time, everything does seem to be falling back into place. I am scared I'll mess it up.

I don't want to. I can't let this go away. I have waited, I'll wait some more

Messages are paid on Valentines and NOT on Republic Day. Clearly means that Republic Day IS meant to be celebrated and cherished. Valentines, is not meant to be, so they charge you for it !!

Pata ni kyon nai samajhte log !!

(::)

The reason smileys are round is because they are meant to be used instead of '.'

They make the chat look more real :) :)

Momenls of Taughler !

" Oh, yeh jagah kitni purani hai ! "

" Achi hai. Khaana acha milta hai ! "

" Burger khata hoon. Yeh switches dekho !! "

" Burger mat khana !! Ganda hoyega :P Haan, kitne sahi hai "

" Toggle switches hain yeh "

" Kya TOWEL switch ?! "

" Nahi !! Toggle !! "

" Nai nai !! Towel switch hain !! Nahaa ke towel taang lo !! Current lagega !! "

" :/ "

" :D "

" :D "

" Idli khayoonga "

Love in macro

Beautiful :)

The picture is not mine. I found it online.

Tentative

Wondering about what will happen has slowed his body and paced his mind.

He doesn't know what awaits him,

But he is happy he took the leap...

For the leap was his own and not a push

नहीं रे नहीं

सोचा क्या कभी तुमने यह, आए तुम कहाँ से हो,

जाओगे कहाँ यह सोचा ? नहीं रे नहीं...

कैसी है यह दुनिया देखो, कैसे कैसे लोग यहाँ,

तुमने इनको है पहचाना ? नहीं रे नहीं...

इक तू इक तेरा मौला, वो बोले मुझे बता,

तूने उस से बातें की ? नहीं रे नहीं...

हो, तूने क्या बनाई, तूने क्या सजाई,

सब किया है उसने, तूने बातें बनाई....

किसी का भी दिल है, किसी की भी है मर्ज़ी,

तुमने झाँका है क्या इसमें ? नहीं रे नहीं...

ज़िंदगी हया है, वक़्त परेशान हैं,

इसकी हक़ीक़त को जाना ? नहीं रे नहीं...

हो, जो तेरा खुदा है, वो मेरा खुदा है,

तेरा कहा ना मानू तो, क्यों मुझे सज़ा है ?

हो, कद्दी आ तू दिल दे अंदर, कद्दी आ तू दिल दे अंदर,

मैं तेरा मस्त कलंदर , मैं तेरा मस्त कलंदर...

सोचा क्या कभी तुमने यह, आए तुम कहाँ से हो,

जाओगे कहाँ यह सोचा ? नहीं रे नहीं...

इक तू इक तेरा मौला, वो बोले मुझे बता,

तूने उस से बातें की ? नहीं रे नहीं...

नहीं रे नहीं, नहीं रे नहीं, नहीं रे नहीं.....

Music

How it does it, I don't know,
But what I feel is utmost exhilaration
Music moves me, inspires me, accepts me
And I feel awesome :D

Blessed

With folded hands he looked into the stars,
And with Hope, he breathed out into the night.

His hands did unfold, and he saw
That kiss from heaven

Someone was smiling down on him,
The stars had never seemed so bright

See

I did need a sign.
And a sign is what I overlooked. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe those few moments of happiness where there to enthrall me.
Now I know for sure, and it isn't the picture that I had painted in my mind. But then, it is hard to paint thoughts.

The colours never match.

Volleyball

" Oye bana ke khel ! "
" Haan banata hoon. Ruk "

" Service !! "
" Oye pick hai yaar ! "
" Chal bana !!! "
" Yeh le.. oh sorry "
" *(*&(*^ Kya kar raha hai !? "
" Koina, ruk "

" Yeh le ! "
Helicopter scores :D

A 4 second clip from a 1.5 hour session. Yes, it IS the best game in the world

Can't/Doesn't

In her eyes he did see himself,
but that wasn't where she was looking.
The innocent reflection mocked him.
He smiled and closed his own.

Content

We look around and see nothing. In nothing, resides everything.

We turn around and see our footprints. In our footprints, is progress.

The path ahead is not tread, 'tis pure and untouched. The light at the end of the tunnel is close..

I emerge, happy but then I see another tunnel. I run for it...

I didn't see the birds flying around,

The gold leaves on the ground,

The breeze with a sweet scent of bliss,

A couple in love taking their first kiss..

The goal isn't far away. There was no goal. The path is Happiness and I am treading it :)

Optimism is the prism I use today, and it does create a colourful spectrum.

Possum

You run, I follow

You hide, I seek

The shadows that fall on you conceal you well, but my longing eyes spot you.

You run, I follow

You hide, I seek

Its futile to run, for I always follow.

I slow down, completely, wholly..

You turn back and see me getting farther. But its you who is running, I am standing still. You stop and turn

You follow, I run

You seek, I hide..

Why do you need me when I don't need you ? Why is it that the bond has to be ? I can't go on like this. I let you come near me.

You stop, inches away. A moment of silence and then you turn away.

You run, I watch.

You hide..

The water is clear

As calm as death

Pure reflection looks back at the world, virgin, untouched..

I touch it, and the surface springs to life,

Ripples flow out, running away from the chaos,

Is it just me, or is the perfection in those forms destroying the moment ??

Why did I reach out, when it lay so silently ??

I watch and let it die, have almost turned away but I see those ripples rushing back in, bouncing away from the extents of the basin.

They collide and converge

Did I make a difference ?? Or did I just blow life for a few moments..

The water looks back.

Do you want me to touch you again ?

Interfere

Why do I feel the need to help someone in need ? I walk up to the person and tug the ropes, the more I try, the tighter they get. I try desperately to help, but it doesn't work. Giving up is not an option but helping was not the solution. I made it worse. Maybe I should have just stayed back. I let go. The strings stop fighting back. The creature quivers with fatigue and sinks down... The ropes hang loose..

I won't touch what doesn't beckon me. The complications are far too many to be sorted out under philosophies and understanding. I will now respond only to the call of need, not need itself. Maybe the creature was meant to be that way.