Little Angel

Sleep my little angel sleep
this world was perhaps not for you
in our hearts we weep

I

Chandu has once again sent across a tag.. here it goes

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I am: a nomad, at least in soul

I think: that there is nothing called fate, everything that happens to you is a direct result of your actions

I know: that i'll die some day for sure., but there is lots that i want to do before i die

I want: a Canon EOS 1DS Mk III, with a 70-200mm f/2.8 L IS and lots more.....

I have: my wife... so basically i don't want anything... the above line is just to fill the column

I wish: that i am able to give her everything she wants

I hate: the moment when i am unable to giver her what she wants

I miss: the innocence of my childhood

I fear: losing the people i love.... beyond that there is nothing that scares me

I feel: everyone should travel by second class sleeper on the Indian Railways at least once in their lives

I hear: less than what i should be hearing

I smell: practically everything.... i think i was a dog in my previous life

I crave: for good food... all the time

I search: for myself

I wonder: if i will ever be able to find myself

I regret: nothing any more

I love: my wife and whole lot of other people and things... the list is endless

I ache: i don't ache, my stupid knee does

I am not: as insensitive as people think i am

I believe: loving is the most important thing in life

I dance: the macarena really well

I sing: like a donkey imitating a wolf on full moon night

I cry: for this world sometimes.. the way it is getting sucked into the whirlpool of relegious intolerance and pointless violence

I don’t always: agree with myself

I fight: for everything that i feel is right

I write: much less than i want

I win: not every argument with the wife

I lose: not every argument with the wife

I never: wanted to be who i am right now, but then it's not that bad either

I always: wanted to be a railway engine driver

I confuse: between magenta and maroon

I listen: to a lot of music

I can usually be found: hunching over my laptop, making some PPT or the other, if not - then i am peering through my camera's viewfinder - both to the consternation of lé wife

I am scared: that i will die after everyone i love dies :-(

I need: to know... always

I am happy about: the fact that there are so many people who love me and i can count on them when i need them

I imagine: my self on the wheel of a Porsche 911

I tag: no one... this one is for keeps :-)

Sign of the times?

I'm not happy these days... restless, temperamental, fidgety
Am not eating well, have been having stomach aches.....
Am not sleeping well, been having nightmares....
All through this, a song is running through my head

A song long lost with time, a song that some of you may remember....


this is how it goes





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trapped in my body
trapped in my soul
trapped in my body
and I think i'm getting old

trapped in a dream and you can't even scream
'cos there's no one ever here
stapped to your seat
and you can't find your feet
will this nightmare never stop

all alone, strange city
hot crowded afternoon
i've been stranded in the darkness
I can't see, there's no moon

trapped in my body
trapped in my soul

chased in a dream by a freshly rested team
of black horses drawing a hearse
crossing swords on the bridge of rewards
there's no winner or fat purse

all alone, strange city
hot crowded afternoon
i've been stranded in the darkness
I can't see, there's no moon

trapped in my body, trapped in my soul
trapped in my body, trapped in my soul
trapped in my body
and I think i'm getting old

in my body is my soul

Self Portrait

Ranga has passed on this brilliant little tag - for a change it involves a bit of photoshoppery rather than writing. The task is to make a slide with abstract images which describe you.

Here is my effort

The yin-yang is central to my life. It not only represents my zodiac sign, the Gemini but also reflects my own character a bit of good mixed with the bad and the other way around. The moon inside is a representation of my name as well as that of the moonlight that shines in my life to show me the way. The gear shifter denotes my passion for driving and further the quest to explore the unknown, while the speedometer is the way I love to live and showcases my triple passions of my life - cars, trains and planes. I've used grayscale to convey that life is not always in black & white and the same color combo denotes my passion for photography as well.

Let the music play

This tag wasn't sent to me, but lifted it from Chandni's page as it was too hard to resist. So without further ado, let the music play

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Opening credits: Ecstacy of Gold (Tribute Version) - Metallica / Star Wars Theme – John Williams

Waking up: Wake Up – Rage Against the Machine

Average day: Someday I’ll be Saturday Night – Bon Jovi

First date: Big Time Sensuality - Bjork

Falling in love: Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis / UB40

Love Scene: Zara Zara – Rehna Hai Tere Dil Me

Fight Scene: Kung Fu Fighting – Carl Douglas / Spybreak - Propellorheads

Breaking up: (I hate) everything about you – Ugly Kid Joe

Getting back together: Mera Piya Ghar Aaya – Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Secret love: Tere Ishq Nachaya – Abida Parveen

Life’s ok: Intoxicated – Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan & Michael Brook

Mental Breakdown: Brain Damage & Comfortably Numb – Pink Floyd

Driving: Fuel – Metallica /

Learning a lesson: Time – Pink Floyd

Deep thought: Perfect Sense – Roger Waters

Flashback: Remember the Time – Michael Jackson

Partying: Tubthumping – Chubawumba

Happy Dance: Aao Twist Karein – Manna Dey (Bhoot Bangla)

Regretting: Wish You Were Here – Pink Floyd

Long night alone: So Far Away – Dire Straits

Death Scene: No Prayer for the Dying – Iron Maiden / For Whom the Bell Tolls - Metallica

Closing Credits: Naagin (The Lady Cobra) - Decibel

People, whom I'm tagging to do this for me

Shuunya

Tere Ishq Nachaya

Dil di peed oh hi jaane, jinne aap hi ishq keeta ......

Loki kainde ne rab hai kithe......

na mai rab vekheya, na mai rab jaaneya,
vekheya te ishq hi, jaaneya te ishq hi

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Kanjari Baniyaan Meri Izzat Na Ghat Di
Mainu Nach Ke Yaar Manaawan De

Lok Ishq Nu Bhul Gin De
Te Saanu Gal Vich Maala Paawan De

Ae Bulleh Shah O Di O Jaane
Menu Apni Tod Nibhaawan De

Tere Mein Ishq Nachiyaan, Ve
Kar Thaiyya Thaiyya Ve

Ae Ishq Ni Dar Da Maut Kolon
Paawe Suli Chadhna Paiy Jaave

Nach Nach Ke Yaar Manaa Layiye
Paawen Kanjri Banna Pay Jaave

Saanu Nachna Manaa Na Kare Koi
Asaa Sikhya Karma Pyaar Nach Ke

Saadde Nachan Di Saar O Ki Jaane
Jine Vekhya Nayee Ik Vaar Nach Ke

Mudoh Ishq De Rasm-O-Rivaaj E Ho
Aashiq Sadaa Manawde Yaar Nachke

Ki Hoya Je Bulleh Shah Nachya Te
Majnu Laila Da Paaya Dedaar Nachke

Kai Tarike Ishq Kareda, Kai Karda Nave Bahaane
Kise Nu Suli Utte Tangda, Kise Dasda Phuk Charaane

Kise Nu Aawe Hekh Charaawe, Kise Jangli Kare Thikaane
Aur Main Ki Daassa Mastaana, Kai Kitte Ishq Dewaane

Je Maahi Tu Qabar Meri Te Ik Vaari Pave Phera
Haddiyan Kabron Bahar Aakar Mujra Karsan Tera

Na Ban Moman, Na Ban Kaafir, Na Pandit Na Qazi
Bulleh Shah Uth Yaar Manaa Lai La Ke Sir Di Baazi

Pata Nahi Kyun Main Vekhan Vele Apne Yaar Te Nacha
Par E Ho Maan Hai Mainu Main Agge Yaar Te Nacha Nacha

Tu Nagma Jab Shuru Karda, Main Ose Vele Nach Painda
Tu Jis Rang Vi Nachaona E, Main Badle Yaar Te Nacha Nacha

Zara Aa Vekh Mehbooba, Tu Jaabaanza De Ghurmat Vich
Bohot Be-Abaru Hoke, Main Vich Bazaar Te Nacha Nacha

Aaj Sajna De Baajon, Sunna Chaar Chupeda Ni
Bhoolli Akkal Meri Main, Tere Naal Na Gayiyaan

Tere Ishq Ne Dera Mere Dil Vich Kita Ve
Ae Mein Zaher Da Payaala Bhar Aape Peeta Ve

Cheti Bawdi Ve Tabiba, Nahin Ta Main Mar Gaiyaan
Cheti Bawdi Ve Tabiba, Nahin Ta Main Mar Gaiyaan

Bawd Tabiba, Vekh Naseeba, Le Khabaraan Di Maar Niyaan
Main Mar Mitiyaan, Deed Di Bhukhiyaan , Takaan Val Val Maar Diyaan

Aes Ishq Di Jhungi Vich Mor Bolen Da Ae
Saanu Qibla Te Kaaba, Sohna Yaar Disen Da Ae

Saanu Ghaayal Karke Pher Khabar Na Layiyaan
Saanu Ghaayal Karke Pher Khabar Na Layiyaan

Jaddon Maari Si Addi, Oh Do Mil Gaya Piya
Tere Mein Ishq Nachiyaan, Ve Kar Thaiyya… Thaiyyan Ve…

Tere Mein Ishq We Nachiyan, Ve Kar Thayya Thayya Ve

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Baba Bulleh Shah

haiku

In this city I cry
Memories flood my mind
How we found love again

This day - That Year

This tag comes courtesy Chandni. Though I'm not those who'd look back and mull over things too much, but I would take this opportunity to dole out advice to myself (like I love to do) to myself. Because hindsight make us wiser, doesn't it? So here we go...........


Haan to bhai Nandu, you've just gotten engaged eh? Soon to tie the knot and settle down as our lovely ol' Punjabis say? So how does it feel?

I know you're the person who doesn't like anything in constancy. I know you like to keep moving - you self proclaimed nomad !! But trust me dude, it's all worth it. Think of those times when you were living alone, when each night you came home to an empty house, came to no one. You felt like doing nothing, didn't feel like a drink, but you drank; didn't feel like eating but you did. You did that because you had to.

Not anymore son, not anymore - think of what you're getting... you're going to be (always) with the person you love. She'll be there to take care of you, she'll be there to hold you close, she'll be there to fill up the space that's been empty.

More importantly you'll be able to take care of her, the way you've always wanted to. Remember the time, when she got mugged and how you felt helpless, not anymore... now maybe you can chase that moron down and give him the knucle sandwich that he deserves. You'll be able to ensure that she has a proper breakfast and more than just Maggi for dinner.

Even more importantly, you'll be together. And now don't tell me if it isn't the thing that you wanted all these years. Just go for it partner, you won't regret it... Trust me, I know it better than anyone else does.

And in case you're wondering how.... remember that I've been there, done that ;-)

The Boy and the paintings - 2

I was at Priya again, this time to watch Taare Zameen Par. Amazing movie, and a wonderful effort from Aamir Khan - straight from the heart. Stepping out of the theater, I instinctively looked where I hoped the boy would be. As if on cue - he was there trying to secure his paintings with stones so that they won't fly off in the wind.

There were ten of his paintings, which he sold for a grand total of hundred rupees. I don't know how much those rupees would mean to him, or how long they'll be able to help him - but for me, those ten paintings are some of the most prized possessions that I have. Agreed that they are dirty and dog eared, and I sure as hell can't make out what he's drawn. Then again, I can't tell a Picasso from a Van Gogh either !!

Dhing Dhing Lak Lak

Oh Ji Balle Balle

Am very excited to share the news with you :-) I'm off to get married !! The D-day is the 2nd of December, and then we're off to the beaches of Goa !!

Unlike many others, I'm not nervous at all, neither do I have any butterflies.

So then...... see ye all when I'm... ooops, sorry..... when we're back !! Tata.....

The boy and the paintings

On Tuesday, I'd gone to see a movie with The Girl to Priya Cinema in Delhi's posh Vasant Vihar area. After the movie got over at around 2230 in the night, we got out of the theater, as usual being jostled by the emerging crowd. I was busy talking to her about some inane thing, when a little boy sitting on the ground caught my eye.

He was your usual street urchin, but unlike any other you would find outside the theater. Instead of begging for money or your ice cream cone, he hand a bunch of drawings on sheets of paper spread out on the floor. Nothing special about the draw. But he wanted someone to buy them...

I don't know how much he was selling them for, but I am sure they would be a zillion times cheaper than the cheapest Tyeb Mehta. Nobody I saw, was buying them, neither did I buy one. Because I was pushed ahead by the people behind me, and as I had told you, I was busy talking to The Girl - so by the time my mind went back to the boy, I had walked too far away.

I wanted to turn back and buy all of them, but I didn't. Ever since then I haven't slept properly. The boy comes back in my dreams and he wants me to buy one of them. He haunts me in the middle of office meetings. He haunts me when I am driving home.

Maybe I'll go after work today, maybe I'll go when i find time. But I hope he is still around, and I hope he's still selling the paintings or at least someone else has bought them.

The bravery of being out of range

There aren't many more songs better than this one - an absolute classic. So true of our leaders, our politicians - the men in charge of our countries !!

Roger Waters at his best




Sing along

You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

(courtesy www.lyricsdepot.com)

I, me, moi.....

"That one last shot's a Permanent Vacation
And how high can you fly with broken wings?
Life's a journey not a destination
And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings....."

So go the lyrics of the Aerosmith song 'Amazing' - the latter two lines sum up my own life. With each passing day, I think I know more about myself, the world and what lies within it. But then each passing day, i know less about it too. Each day brings new revelations, making me unlearn everything and start everything new.

And so it goes on and on to the point where you ask yourself, what is true and what isn't? What is for real, what isn't? What is permanent, what isn't? But what amazes me the most is the ability of people to change in a matter of seconds. One moment they are sweet talking - the very next, they're dripping venom or colder than ice.

I hate this aspect of being human, I hate this aspect of being selfish - not to say that I am not selfish at times. But I plain simple hate it - we'd do anything, just about anything for our own self - without giving a moment's thought to the affect it can have on others.

I don't know about others, but I have this massive inability to cope with such circumstances. I cannot react when it happens to me, and my reaction is extreme - either I'll cower in a corner or come out all guns blazing trying to take the other person on - trying to be one up!!

Both tactics fail invariably and I don't know what goes through the mind of the other person, but I end up being miserable - having spoilt my own day. Sometimes I wish I was a robot - devoid of any emotion. Sometimes I wish none of this would happen to me.... but then if wishes were horses, then pigs would fly

That last sentence makes no sense right? Life's like that..........

Remember how your heart fits mine,
how your soul fits mine,
how your mind fits mine,
how your body fits mine..
You are made for me ..
angel of mine

One for the boys....

Guys

My brother's band - Decibel is one of the 16 chosen from across the country to compete in the Channel V reality show 'Launchpad'. They'll be slugging it out on Saturday the 19th at Hard Rock Cafe in Mumbai. Be there to cheer them on, for this is what they will be playing...



This and lot's more... Rock on guys !!

trust

according to dictionary.com



trust - /trʌst/

• reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence
• confident expectation of something; hope
• a person on whom or thing on which one relies
• to rely upon or place confidence in someone or something
• to believe

betray - /bɪˈtreɪ/

• to be unfaithful in guarding, maintaining, or fulfilling
• to disappoint the hopes or expectations of; be disloyal to
• to lead astray; deceive

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The One Ring

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in happiness to bind them :o)

Some of the nicer things in life

1. reading asterix comics with my kid brother

2. waking up on sunday mornings next to her

3. cigarette and coffee at sunrise on the GT

4. mommy's rajma chawal

5. shami kebab, seekh, rumali roti, mutton stew, chicken jahangiri & khamiri roti at karim's

6. 130 kmph in the swift with prodigy on the CD player

7. kukkad, daaru aur dost

8. walking in the rain

9. tom and jerry

10. footplating

For those who want to see God

Rab Tethon Vakh Nahi
Tai-yon Denda Dakh Nahi
Teri Vekhan Waali Akh Nahi

(God is within you, but you can't see, because you don't have the eyes to see him)

the tiger that roams free

am i the moon waxes and wanes?
am i the wanderer in search of a destination?
am i the son that everyone wishes i should be?
am i the guy that the woman wishes i was?

why am i bound to my desk?
why should i come home each night?
why should i not lie on the grass and look at the stars?
why am i not the tiger that roams free?