MASHAALLEIN OR THE TUNGSTEN TORTURE

2011-09-11T08:33:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmXJU9tjdTU&feature=channel_video_title

I made this one day when I was ill and had nothing better to do. The film has been cut on Windows moviemaker. Its a pretty lame video editor but I've got nothing better at the moment.

The Song and Images featured in the Video are not mine in anyway and I do not claim to own the copyright or IP credits for either. Both are featured for non-commercial use.

Song: Blue Foundation: Bonfires
Images: Sita Sings the Blues

Hope you like it :)

The Postal service - Against all odds

2010-04-10T05:12:00.000-07:00

Simply a great cover version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YJqCFOYPT4

How can I just let you walk away?
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you (oooh-ooh)
You're the only one who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave
'Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
There's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Well take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds
And that's what I've got to face

I wish I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
So many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
There's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now
'Cause there's just an empty space
But to wait for you is all I can do
And that's what I've got to face
Take a look at me now
I'll just be standing here
And you coming back to me is against the odds
It's the chance I've got to face

Take a look at me now...

Such Great Heights By The Postal Service

2010-04-04T04:35:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXEq7WiINa4

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home

Kadwi Sachhai

2009-09-09T04:10:00.000-07:00

A*****: tum kya kar rahi ho?

me: kuch nahi

2:02 AM A*****: bahot raat ho chuki hai

padmini bhi hai kya?

me: haan 2 baje hain

kya main tumhe kuch bata sakti hoon

2:03 AM A*****: ji

2:04 AM me: nahi tum vishwas nahi karoge

A*****: umm

bolo

me: aur shayad mera mazak bhi banoge

fine

A*****: nahin banaunga mazaak

2:05 AM me: so that makes u like the first person i am telling this after my dadi

she told me to not tell anyone

and to forget about it

A*****: umhmm

me: abhi tumne bola ki bhaut raat ho chuki hai

maine ghadi dekhi

2 bajke 2 minute hue the

2:06 AM A*****: uhuh

me: tumhe isme kuch ajeeb lagta hai kya

A*****: nahin

roz bajte hain 2:02am

most nights mein apni aankhon se dekhta hoon

me: since the time that i was 4 years old

2:07 AM actually let me start from the shuruaat

my father died when i was 4

A*****: oh..i'm sorry

me: my mausi called us from the hospital, my mother was inconsolable

A*****: uhuh

me: that very second i remember looking at the clock

2:08 AM and it said 1:01 (pm ... he died in the afternoon)

then every time

every single time that i have ever looked at the clock or my wrist watch or any other frwakingwatch in the world

it has been

2:09 AM 1:01 or 2:02 or 3:03 or 4:04 or 5:05 or 6:06 or 7:7

A*****: oh

me: it can be any time

A*****: i'll admit...that is rather strange

me: any freaking time at all

and i do not wear a wrist watch becaus eof that

it freake dme out as a kid

2:10 AM A*****: i can imagine

me: when u said bahut raat ho chuki hai... i knew it exactly what time it would be

every time

i finshed eveyr one of my exam papers at 11:11

A*****: weird

me: wihtout fail... revision and all

2:11 AM why do u think that is... my mother tells me to forget about it

A*****: umm

here's a thought

is it possible

since you noticed that bit of time

as an event

2:12 AM thus whenever you look at a watch and the time IS in that format

you DO notice it

and whenever you've just looked at a clock and the time is in any other format... it doesn't kinda..register

know what i mean?

me: no

because

2:13 AM i saw a shrink for this when i was 10

i almost had a nervous breakdown

and the shrink said dont look at watches dont worry about time

and now i am all grown up

i see time

i need to right?

and if its around 7

A*****: yes

2:14 AM me: and someone asks me what time it is

i say its 7:07

and it is

every day

every night

every moment i know the time

i am not haunted or anything

2:15 AM and i dont even dream of my father all that much anymore... but its just creepy right

A*****: its very odd

me: i wish all the clocks would die

i hate clocks

A*****: can i ask you something though?

me: shoot

A*****: this is a phenomena i admit

but why...scary one?

why bad?

2:16 AM me: because for every minute of the last 21 years of my life i know what time is it A*****... i dont need to look at a watch

i know

and whenver i am asked it is in pairs like i gave examples of

A*****: and most people....would say that's a surprisingly...good thing?

me: it is not

2:17 AM A*****: why not

me: it is strange and it gave me bad dreams, i dreamt of bad things and i knew the time.

i know in my sleep exactly when i am going to be woken up

2:18 AM i cant dream in peace

anyway

hope u dont tell people

it sucks

u wont undersand

A*****: am not telling anyone

and i'm thinking...it is very strange...very weird...very odd..

me: i know i know

A*****: but i'm also thinking..

me: my mum knows

my dadi knew

my sister knows

A*****: that by now maybe it's scary...because it got attached to fear somehow?

2:19 AM me: evern my brother doesnt know

2:22 AM A*****: kyun darr hai

anvita?

me: bolo

darr toh kuch nahi hai...

bas ek ajeeb si baat hoti hai aksar yeh waqt ko lekat

2:25 AM A*****: thats easy to see

it can become kinda...freaky

2:27 AM me: i know

2:28 AM but i have learned to live with it

A*****: but its an interesting freaky

2:29 AM me: hmmm

2:30 AM tumhare saath hota toh kya karte

saari zindagi

har ek pal

aur ghadi dehko toh jaise mazak bana rahi toh tumhara

2:31 AM A*****: dont know...really

2:32 AM its like one of those things I'd probably just keep believing its a coincidence every time it'd happen

because supernatural explanations don't comfort me

2:33 AM me: yeah some conincidence 21 years in a row...

not supernatural

just unexplained?

A*****: well its not natural!

2:34 AM natural is that one doesn't TIME their glances towards a clock

me: no but sometimes things happen outside of our understanding

they are not wrong or false just that we dont understand them - my dadi gave me this bull

i still get freaked out

2:35 AM A*****: i dunno...maybe your internal body clock is much more precise than you give it credit for

and by now it's finely attuned to this kinda timing

1:01, 2:02, 3:03, 4:04, 5:05...etc.

me: it is not

dude

A*****: body clocks ARE pretty precise actually

me: come one

they just be

2:36 AM but it isnt in my case

how do i know what time i will be woken up

A*****: coz you're expecting to wake up at that time

and your body clock accepts it as the wake up time

me: and dude please beleive me

i know it

A*****: it turns your expectation into proposition

2:37 AM me: i have lived it

A*****: i believe you..that's why i'm trying to find explanations

me: i dont believe in supernatural

maybe

it is around

but i dont believe in it... but its unusual... fortget we ever spoke of this,,, lets of somethig else

2:38 AM A*****: but why could it not be a very strangely precise body clock thing?

me: it is not

A*****: i count on that for waking up in the morning

but just about that

2:39 AM each morning i'm up exactly 5 minutes before the alarm goes off

me: ok... i dont need to look at a clock jackass,,,

ever]

A*****: umm

me: how do u explain i can tell time when other peole ask me the time

A*****: body clock really doesn't sync up to actual "Clock" outside of the body you know

its just your internal sense of time

2:40 AM me: hmmmm

bolte raho

2:41 AM shayad tum sahi ho

i should contact guiness book of record

accha yeh bolo

rather batao

2:42 AM ki tumne jab waqt ka zikar kiya toh 2:02 min kyon ho rahe the? log hamesha 3:03 ya 11:011 pe wqat ka zikra kyon karte hain mere samne...

2:43 AM A*****: hmmm

THAT is def odd

me: accha jaane de please

2:44 AM ab doobaara baat nahi karenge iske baare mien,,, muhje man kiya toh tumhe baata diya

even padmini doesnt know all of it

2:46 AM A*****: ok

thank you.

A Certain Lady - Dorothy Parker

2009-04-23T03:25:00.000-07:00

A Certain Lady

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,

And drink your rushing words with eager lips,

And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,

And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.

When you rehearse your list of loves to me,

Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.

And you laugh back, nor can you ever see

The thousand little deaths my heart has died.

And you believe, so well I know my part,

That I am gay as morning, light as snow,

And all the straining things within my heart

You'll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,

And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --

Of ladies delicately indiscreet,

Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.

And you are pleased with me, and strive anew

To sing me sagas of your late delights.

Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,

Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.

And when, in search of novelty, you stray,

Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ....

And what goes on, my love, while you're away,

You'll never know।

Comment

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,

A medley of extemporanea;

And love is a thing that can never go wrong;

And I am Marie of Roumania।

Love Song

My own dear love, he is strong and bold

And he cares not what comes after.

His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,

And his eyes are lit with laughter.

He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --

Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.

My own dear love, he is all my world, --

And I wish I'd never met him.

My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,

And a wild young wood-thing bore him!

The ways are fair to his roaming feet,

And the skies are sunlit for him.

As sharply sweet to my heart he seems

As the fragrance of acacia.

My own dear love, he is all my dreams, --

And I wish he were in Asia.

My love runs by like a day in June,

And he makes no friends of sorrows.

He'll tread his galloping rigadoon

In the pathway of the morrows.

He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,

Nor could storm or wind uproot him.

My own dear love, he is all my heart, --

And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)

Worm

2009-04-03T05:48:00.000-07:00

nobody loves me

nobody cares

i feel like eating wormsthin long stringy ones
fat round juicy ones
see how they wriggle and squirm

i bite off their heads
and shlurpp
up their juice
and throw their skins away
no body cares how i survive
on worms three times a day

PERHAPS VAMPIRES IS A BIT STRONG BUT

2009-03-04T03:48:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8m1gGv-u8o

Well I've seen your eyes as they FIX on me
What is he doing? What on earth's the plan? Has he got one?
You'd better give me some pointers
Since you are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun

Well I ain't got no dollar signs in my eyes
That might be a surprise but it's true
That I'm not like you and I don't want your advice
Or your praise or to move in the ways you do
And I never will

Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail

Well I've seen your eyes as they FIX on me
Full of confusion
Your snarl is just so condescending
Try to explain that we're onto a win
If THE FEE WE GET IN
Near recoups what we're spending

He says, I can't believe that you drove all that way
Well how much did they pay ya? How much did they pay ya?
You'd've been better to stay round our way
Thinking 'bout things but not actually doing THE THINGS

Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail

Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by us
I know you're certain we'll fail

All you people are vampires

Masters Of War - Bob Dylan

2009-01-27T03:05:00.000-08:00

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

HATE ME - Blue October

2008-12-05T03:56:00.000-08:00

Song: Hate Me
Artist: Blue October

Lyrics:

[message on voicemail:] Hi Justin! This is your mother. I was just calling to see how you were doing. You sounded really uptight last night, it made me a little nervous. I just want to make sure you are really okay and wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication too. You know I love ya. See ya! Bye Bye!

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? it is I that wanted space

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again
In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight
You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take
So I'll drive so f***ing far away that I never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave
Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made
And like a baby boy I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand
And then I fell down yelling "Make it go away!"
Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be
And then she whispered "How can you do this to me?"

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

RUBY TUESDAY

2007-09-01T05:40:00.000-07:00

RUBY TUESDAY

She would never say where she came from
Yesterday dont matter if its gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...

Dont question why she needs to be so free
Shell tell you its the only way to be
She just cant be chained
To a life where nothings gained
And nothings lost
At such a cost

Theres no time to lose, I heard her say
Catch your dreams before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind?

Goodbye, ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still Im gonna miss you...

A SHORT FILM CAN TAKE YOU A LONG WAY

2007-07-17T04:49:00.000-07:00

SEND IN YOUR SHORT FILMS TO US AND WE'LL GIVE IT A PLATFORM!

It is said that there is potential for one book and one film in each one of us. There are people who have not known that there is a writer or director in them, till the time they actually wielded a pen or a camera with the intention of creating something they believe in. It is our endeavour to find such unknown talents from this country when it comes to films.

Palador has been at the forefront of the World Cinema movement in this country. For over three years now, and at the cost of millions of rupees (and countless relationships gone wrong), we have build up a base of World Cinema in India, owning the largest collection of foreign language films in Asia (close to 750 titles). It is time to show these movies to the discerning viewer in India. However, the effort would be futile, if that did not involve film makers with the potential to make those movies in this country.

For all we, or you, know, you might be the next big thing in World Cinema. But all big things have short beginnings. Have you made a short film you think is really good, in terms of story, cinematography, idea, treatment etc.? Do you believe that it has the potential to be seen in one breath alongside the works of the giants of World Cinema? If you do, then send us your short film, and if it convinces us as well, we will program it alongside the works of master directors. We will then give it the rightful place in the Indie Corner section in the DVDs of world cinema films we are releasing in this country. And what's more, you'll also stand to gain some revenue from the same, though not enough to make you rich… yet ;).

Forward this mail to friends, colleagues and family… someone you think has done some good short film. Not only them, but to the lovers of good cinema in India, you might end up doing a great favour.

Think about it, a short film can take you a long way.

Mail to anvita@paladorpictures.com if you are serious about it.

Regards,

ANVITA T.

2007-05-20T09:51:00.000-07:00

Because my mouth

Is wide with laughter

And my throat

Is deep with song,

You do not think

I suffer after

I have held my pain

So long?

Because my mouth

Is wide with laughter,

You do not hear

My inner cry?

Because my feet

Are gay with dancing,

You do not know

I die?

— “Minstrel Man” Langston Hughes,
from The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes

STRANGE DAYS- DOORS

2007-05-05T00:24:00.001-07:00

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
Theyre going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town

Yeah!

Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it

Yeah!

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone

Another perspective...

2006-08-23T02:49:00.000-07:00

...heard a better one?

Kalia naag
dwaapar mein hi
amreeka migrate kar gaye
aur khol baithe
Coke aur Pepsi naam se
do dukaan…

Kalyug mein lagey
duniya bhar mein bechney
apna samaan...

Kahin botal mein
toh kaheen cans mein
ek nashey saa
ghul chalaa
zahreeli gas
aur shakkar kaa
paani mein
uthta hua unmaad prem jwaar…

Kitnaa bhi manaa
karein daaktar,
bhalaa bachhey
bhi maanaa kartey hainge
baDon ki sunkar?

Aur Sachin Shahrukh
Kareena ki sunenge
Ya aapki??!!
Unkey aagey naa chali
kisi ke baap ki…

Kaliyaa khush…
ab batlaao
Kishan maharaaj
tum kabhi gandhi
kabhi Mandela aur
Martin Luther King
bankar
in firangiyon ko
sunaaogey
Bhagvad Geeta
ka chakkar?

Mama Kamsa inka
nanha sa
munna sa
masoom sa
poorvaj tha

Kitney nadaan ho tum
usse markar
khud ko
khuda samajh baithey

Mujhe bhagakar
Radha par lota paani lekar
chardh baithe!!!

Ab meri khoob chalti
hai yahaan
khoob baandha hai
gopiyon ne samaa

Tumney diya tha
vardaan
so kabhi
maharshi to kabhi bankar
bhagwaan
kabhi Atlanta to kabhi Oregon
khoob kartaa hoon tumharey
bakwaas ka bakhaan…

Itnaa baDaa hai
inke paap ki fehrist
kaa naap
ki kai Mahabharat
gyan dete reh jaayenge aap

Aur abhi kal hi
ki baat hai
merey products mein
zahar ki maatra kuchh
baRdh si gayee
tum toh jaantey ho
dhande mein yeh koi
bhalaa baat hai nayi?

So saara maal
Mahim ke paikhaanon mein
diya daal
aur socha saara paap tumharey
sir mardh kar
mukhya mantri ban
bhaashan doonga
kisi manch par chardhkar
kahoonga prakritik aapda hai
jissey nibatney ko hum hain
kab se tayyaar
aakhir humein jantaaa se jo hai pyaar…

Lekin dekho toh hindustaniyon kaa khel !
Kattar Hindu mandirwaadi
aur lashkar ke aatankiyon mein
fauran ho gayaa mel!!

Meetha ho gayaa hai
samudra kaa jal,
tumharey karishmon ke kya kehney
tum ab samudra mein bankar jal
Mumbaikaron ke bankar hal
lagey ho Mahim ke gutter mein bahne!!
Dhanya ho tum…Allah ho akbar!

Aur Khushi se jhoom uthey hain
Siddhi vinayaayak
agar Mahim kaa garal ban saktaa hai jal
to kyon naa dhoodh peeyein wo
Kya hua agar karordon bachhon ko
nahin hai doodh naseeb
Mahim creek to hai bilkul nazdeek
Ek nadee see bhi bahti hai wahaan
dekho to vidambnaa
ya yoon kahein kaal kaa
yaani tumharaa hi khel
naam hai nadee kaa Mitthi…
baardh mein bhi kal
jismein beh rahee thee laashein
mootra aur mal !!!

BaRe prem se diyaa tha tumney
mujhe desh nikaala...
par dekar mujhhey abhishapt jeevan se mukti
lautaa kar mera swabhimaan
arey madhavkantji
aap mere sar per chardh kar naache
phir bhar diyaa mujhmein vish...

Yugon tak chalega ye khel
kaun kisko nikaaltaa hai
kaun kar saktaa hai tai

Tumhein khushfahmi ki
tum ho savera

Mujhe koi gurez nahin
bankar naapaak raaton ka andheraa

Kaliya hoon main
koi saadhaaran saanp nahin
mere kuchley huye
sahasra phunon ka
har kshan denaa hai hisaab…

Avtaar bankar kabhi kabhi aaooge,
aur mere moh se iss qaynaat ko
bachaaogey?

Kitney nadaan ho tum balgopal
maraa karein duryodhan dusaashan
agar tum pavitra savera ho
aur chalaa kartey ho daal daal
chalta hoon paat paat main bhi
bankar kamsin randee si raat

Waqt hain hum, bhai
main Kaliya hoon
tum Krishna
agar hum mil jaatey
to inn goron par raaj kar paatey...
par hum to satya aur asatya bankar
aadhyatam kaa bakhaan kartey hain
ek haath se daan detey hain
doosrey se rishwat letey hain

Chalo chhordo bahut kos liya tumko
sir par chardh kar mere
naachey jo thay tum
bhagwaan ho jaankar bhi
ek adnaa se saanp ko jeet kar
khushi manaana theek nahin...

Shaam ko ghar aao
sunahree Scotch piyenge
kaali Coke yaa pepsi nahin
tai karenge raasta aagey kaa

Jaan lo ki jab aadhi duniya jaagegi
to aadhee hi soyegi

Naag hoon main Kanha
Kalia Naag...
dansh meri pravritti hai,
dansh meri prakriti hai
dansh mujhmein hai tumhara hi ansh…
to kyon nahin saath jeete...

Tum Krishnaang sukarmavaadi
main kaliya naag
paryaay kukarmon kaa...
kaaley to hum donon hain
phir bair kaisa
aapas mein baant lenge
tumhaara hi dikhayaa huaa karmaphal
in goron ko akrmanya banaa kar
sabhyata ke koordey daan mein daalkar
aao naa wo waqt laayein
jismein naa ujaala ho daag daag
naa raaton kaa koi kamsin jashna
kisi firangi rudheevadee
sangeen ke darr se
tham jaaye…

- Nilendu Sen

2006-08-21T03:09:00.000-07:00

"People who are sensible about love are incapable of it." - Douglas Yates

True ain't it? : )

O Saathi Re-Omkara

2006-07-30T00:54:00.000-07:00

O Saathi Re
Din doobe na

Aa chal din ko roke
Dhoop ke peeche daude
Chaao choo-ye na
O saathi re
Din doobe naaa

Thaka thaka soooraj jab nadi se hokar niklega
Hari hari kaai pe paav pada toh fislega
Tum rook ke rakna
Main jaal giraaon
Tum peethn pe rehna
Mai haath lagaon

Din doobe na
Teri meri aati batti
daant se kaati kattti
Re jaeo na
N peeho re
Naa...jaeyo na

Kabhi kabhi yun karna
Mai daanton aur tum darna
Ugal pade aankhon se meethe paani ka jharna

Tere kohre badan mein
Sil jaongi re
Jab karvat lega
chhil jaongoi re
O sang le jaonga

Teri meri angni mangni
Aang sang lagi sangini

Sang le jaoon o peeho re
O saathi re
Din doobe na
Aa chal din ko roke
Dhoop ke peeche daude
Chav chuye na
O saathi re

- Gulzar

THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE

2006-06-25T01:47:00.000-07:00

Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance-- Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

`"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied. "There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England the nearer is to France-- Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?"'

TUM PUKAR KO

2006-06-16T04:11:00.000-07:00

Tum pukar lo, tumhara intezaar hai,
Khwaab chun rahi hai raat, beqarar hai...
Tumhara intezaar hai,
tum pukar lo...

Honth pe liye hue dil ki baat ham...
Jaagte rahenge aur kitni raat ham...
Muqtasar si baat hai tum se pyaar hai...
Tumhara intezaar hai, tum pukar lo...

Dil bahal to jaayega is khayal se...
Haal mil gaya tumhara apne haal se...)
Raat ye qaraar ki beqarar hai...
Tumhara intezaar hai...

Tumse

2006-06-10T12:37:00.000-07:00

लौट आया मैं बिना कुछ कहे
शब्द पड़ने लगे छोटे
दर्द बढ़ने लगा
कहे भी थे जो कभी सब हो गए अनकहे

रास्ता बढ़ता रहा
घर दूर होता रहा
साथ चल कर भी कही हम अजनबी से रहे

फैलता मैं गया जितना
तुम सिमटते गए उतना
दर्द कहीं ज़्यादा है, तुमने सहे

लौट आया मई बिना कुछ कहे

--
सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना

...Aaa-nd, I'm back! :)

2006-06-04T10:35:00.000-07:00

Oh, and hello, Quincy The Quackpot! Good to see you here. :)

DACCA GAUZES

2006-06-02T21:35:00.000-07:00

On December 8, the poet Agha Shahid Ali died, too young, of a brain tumor. Shahid was a Kashmiri, a Muslim and a cosmopolitan who wrote splendid poetry in English and lived in America. He was admired for his wonderful poems and for his dignity, his outrageous comedy, his sweet nature. His books include A Nostalgist's Map of America and The Half-Inch Himalayas. His poem on the "Dacca Gauzes" exemplifies Shahid's nostalgia, his sense of history, his grace, a sensibility as fine as the gauze fabrics he describes here:

The Dacca Gauzes

. . . for a whole year he sought to accumulate the most exquisite Dacca gauzes.
-Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Those transparent Dacca gauzes
known as woven air, running
water, evening dew:

a dead art now, dead over
a hundred years. "No one
now knows," my grandmother says,

"what it was to wear
or touch that cloth." She wore
it once, an heirloom sari from

her mother's dowry, proved
genuine when it was pulled, all
six yards, through a ring.

Years later when it tore,
many handkerchiefs embroidered
with gold-thread paisleys

were distributed among
the nieces and. daughters-in-law.
Those too now lost.

In history we learned: the hands
of weavers were amputated,
the looms of Bengal silenced,

and the cotton shipped raw
by the British to England.
History of little use to her,

my grandmother just says
how the muslins of today
seem so coarse and that only

in autumn, should one wake up
at dawn to pray, can one
feel that same texture again.

One morning, she says, the air
was dew-starched: she pulled
it absently through her ring.

Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd

2006-05-23T02:48:00.000-07:00

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

Two Crazy Poets

2006-05-08T13:45:00.000-07:00

Hamlet
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
'I'll do a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use,
2B or not 2B?'
- Spike Milligan

Boa Constrictor
Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff...
- Shel Silverstein

TDA

2006-04-27T09:36:00.000-07:00

Nothing like being controversial to make an entry...heh heh...

MILTON: ... Guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks. All you gotta do is set it down... Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well I tell you. Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift and then what does he do? I swear, for his own amusement, his own private cosmic gag reel he sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch but don't taste. Taste but don't swallow. And while you're jumping on one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughing his sick fucking ass off. He's a tightass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee-landlord! Worship that? Never!

LOMAX: Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven. Is that it?

MILTON: Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted, and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him inspite of all his imperfections...I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind, Kevin, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin. All of it. Mine. I'm peaking, Kevin. It's my time now.

Yes, the lines from The Devil's Advocate.

For all those who couldn't make anything out - PLEASE GO WATCH THE MOVIE.

American Pie

2006-04-10T12:09:00.000-07:00

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

-

JUST FEEL BETTER-Santana &Steve Tyler

2006-01-20T23:56:00.000-08:00

She said I feel stranded
And I can't tell anymore
If we coming or I'm going
It's not how I planed it
I've got the key to the door
But it just won't open

And I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
That life happens for a reason
I don't, I don't, I don't
It goes I never went before
But this time, this time

I'm gonna try anything that just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
Girl I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

She said I need you to hold me
I'm a little far from the shore
And I'm afraid of sinking
You're the only one knows me
And who doesn't ignore
That my soul is weeping

I know, I know, I know
Part of me says let it go
Everything must have it seasons
Round and round it goes
And every day's a one before
But this time, this time

I'm gonna try anything that just feels better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
God I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

Long to hold you in my arms
To all things I ought to leave behind, yeah
It's really getting nowhere
I think I need a little help this time!

Yeah
[Guitar solo]

I'm gonna try anything that just feel better
Tell me what to do
You know I can't see through the haze around me
And I do anything that just feel better

And I can't find my way
Girl I need a change
And I do anything that just feel better
Any little thing that just feel better

2006-01-13T00:13:00.000-08:00

The City

You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, a better one than this.
Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate;
and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried.
How long will my mind remain in this wasteland.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years destroying and wasting."

You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
and you will grow gray in these same houses.
Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other --
There is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have destroyed your life here
in this little corner, you have ruined it in the entire world.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1910)

KILLER QUEEN-QUEEN

2005-11-17T23:30:00.000-08:00

She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
Chorus

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?

To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minor
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars, she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise
Chorus

Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She's out to get you

Chorus

Recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try

I'M BACK!

2005-11-07T03:41:00.000-08:00

...here. :)

2005-11-05T12:33:00.000-08:00

कांच की बंद खिड़कियों के पीछे
तुम बैठी हो घुटनों में मुह छुपाये
क्या हुआ यदि हमारे तुम्हारे बीच
एक भी शब्द नही है।

मुझे जो कहना है कह जाऊँगा
यहाँ, इस तरह अनदेखा मेरा खड़ा होना
मात्र एक गंध की तरह
तुम्हारे भीतर बहार भर जाएगा

क्योंकि जन घुटनों से सर उठाओगी
तुम बहार मेरी आकृति नही
यह धुंधली सी शाम
और आंच पर जगी
एक धुंधली सी भाप
देख सकोगी
जिसे इस अंधेरे मेंअ
पिघला कर मैं छोड़ गया होंगा

- सर्वेश्वर दयाल सक्सेना

2005-11-04T18:16:00.000-08:00

I touch myself.
I kiss you.
You see nothing.

My dreams turn:
barking Pierrots,
copulation mysterioso.

Last night a bird spoke...
Look for the light,
it will come from the north.

...lies,
I long for the ooze,
frogspawn,

a bright ring of algae
round my throat.

-Ophelia, Jeet Thayil, English

2005-11-02T22:01:00.000-08:00

So many Dilated pupils(and teachers),
twisted endorphins and pro-tease inhibitors,
the whole world's high except for me.
I alone do my job: maintain and be
the last refuge of sobriety.
-Heroination ,Jeet Thayil 'English'

2005-11-02T11:12:00.000-08:00

A very nice poem here.

P.S.: I shall be back here soon.

2005-08-20T03:10:00.000-07:00

"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's Relativity." - Albert Einstein

2005-08-12T01:04:00.000-07:00

"agar firdaus bar rue zamin ast
hamih ast o hamin ast o hamin ast"

- A couplet inscribed above the platform which was the setting for the Peacock Throne in the Diwan-e-khas of the Red Fort in Delhi. The literal translation is: "If there is paradise on Earth, it is here, it is here, it is here."

If I Could Tell You by W.H. Auden

2005-07-26T23:07:00.000-07:00

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.

2005-07-17T17:57:00.000-07:00

"Among those whom I like, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh." - W.H. Auden

Anvita's moved to Bombay. I'll miss her.

Quatrain by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

2005-07-12T01:55:00.000-07:00

Zabt ka aih'd bhi hai, shauq ka
paiman bhi hai
aih'd-o-paiman se guzar jaane ko ji
chahta hai
dard itna hai ke har rag mein hai
maih'shar barpa
aur sukoon aisa ke mar'jaane ko ji
chahta hai

- Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Translation:
My vow of restraint, also my desire's covenant.
But I wish to move beyond both pledges and promises.
Pain so intense, there's a riot in every vein--
and such tranquility that I'd rather cease to be.

LIFE, LIFE

2005-07-09T14:55:00.000-07:00

I tailored the age to fit me.
We walked to the south, raising dust above the steppe;
The tall weeds fumed; the grasshopper danced,
Touching its antenna to the horse-shoes - and it prophesied,
Threatening me with destruction, like a monk.
I strapped my fate to the saddle;
And even now, in these coming times,
I stand up in the stirrups like a child.

I'm satisfied with deathlessness,
For my blood to flow from age to age.
Yet for a corner whose warmth I could rely on
I'd willingly have given all my life,
Whenever her flying needle
Tugged me, like a thread, around the globe.

-Arseny Tarkovsky

MATT GROENING RULEZ!!!!!!!

2005-07-08T15:41:00.000-07:00

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MIT Weblog Survey

2005-07-07T16:00:00.000-07:00

Took part in the MIT Weblog Survey with my personal blog - Three Drinks Ahead. Try it.

2005-07-06T10:20:00.000-07:00

PUNE-MUMBAI EXPRESS HIGHWAY

2005-07-02T01:40:00.000-07:00

In Italy, for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The Cuckoo Clock.

- Orson Welles,
The Third Man (1949)

2005-06-28T03:07:00.000-07:00

See the happy moron.

2005-06-28T01:14:00.000-07:00

See the happy moron.
He doesn't give a damn.
I wish I were a moron.
My god! Perhaps I am.

How can a need be love?

2005-06-27T12:43:00.000-07:00

"How can a need be love? Love is a luxury. It is abundance. It is having so much life that you don't know what to do with it, so you share. It is having so many songs in your heart that you have to sing them - whether anybody listens or not is irrelevant." - Osho

'I waited for you yesterday since morning'

2005-06-27T01:08:00.000-07:00

I waited for you yesterday since morning,
They guessed you wouldn't come,
Do you remember the weather? Like a holiday!
I went out without a coat.

Today came, and they fixed for us
A somehow specially dismal day,
It was very late, and it was raining,
The drops cascading down the chilly branches.

No word of comfort, tears undried...

- ARSENY TARKOVSKY

Fanakaar by Sahir Ludhianvi

2005-06-26T18:28:00.000-07:00

Fanakaar by Sahir Ludhianvi
[fanakaar=artist]

mai.n ne jo giit tere pyaar kii Khaatir likkhe
aaj un giito.n ko baazaar me.n le aayaa huu.N

aaj dukaan pe niilaam uThegaa un kaa
tuune jin giito.n pe rakkhii thii muhabbat kii asaas
aaj chaa.Ndii kii taraazuu me.n tulegii har chiiz
mere afakaar merii shaayarii meraa ehasaas

[asaas=foundation; afakaar=creations (writings)]

jo terii zaat se manasuub the un giito.n ko
muflisii jins banaane pe utar aa_ii hai
bhuuk tere ruKh-e-rangii.n ke fasaano.n ke ivaz
cha.nd aashiyaa-e-zaruurat kii tamannaa_ii hai

[zaat=personality; manasuub=related to; muflisii=poverty] [jins=article/things; ivaz=in exchange]

dekh is arsaagah-e-mehanat-o-sarmaayaa me.n
mere naGme.n bhii mere paas nahii.n rah sakate
tere jalve kisii zaradaar kii miiraas sahii
tere Khaake bhii mere paas nahii.n rah sakate

[arsaagah-e-mehanat-o-sarmaayaa=in the battlefield of labour and wealth] [zaradaar=rich man; miiraas=estate/legacy; Khaake=sketches]

aaj un giito.n ko baazaar me.n le aayaa huu.N
mai.n ne jo giit tere pyaar kii Khaatir likkhe

Main Vida Hunda Haan

2005-06-26T12:25:00.000-07:00

1
Now I take leave of you
-Paash

Drop all this from your mind my love
Except this,
That I had an intense longing to live,
that neck-deep I wanted to delve in life...
You may live my share of life,
my love...
Live my share of life as well.

2
Two and Two Three
-Paash

I can prove
two and two make three.
The present is liestory.
The human face looks like a spoon.
You know –
bills and bills of a hundred
move on in courts, bus-stands and parks –
writing diaries, taking pictures,
completing reports.

Sons are made to rape their mothers
in the ‘Law Protection Centres.’
‘Dacoits’ toil in the fields.
The declaration of accepting demands
is made by dropping bombs.

That loving your own people could mean
spying for the ‘enemy nation.’
And the reward for the greatest treachery
could be the highest seat.

So two and two can make three;
the present could be liestory
and the human face too
can look like a spoon.

Paash (1950-1988) was a phenomenon in Punjabi poetry that changed its direction forever. The poem translated here has been taken from his first book of poems, Loh-Katha (Iron-Tale) (1970) published when he was not even 20, and in jail on false murder charges. Impeccable sharp-edged images from everyday life, and a deep ‘violent’ sense of belonging to his land and surroundings dominate his poetry. In his brief life-span of 37 years, Paash published three books of poems, edited a number of literary magazines, authored some finely evocative essays, besides authoring a biography of the legendary athlete Milkha Singh. Already a poet of formidable repute and widely travelled, he was murdered in his home village by the Khalistanis in March 1988.

PARTY

2005-06-25T01:29:00.000-07:00

In the middle of talking about rows
and making up, one woman's voice rises
clearly above the rest:," its all very well
to say one goes on, and how it lasts,
but don't you see; every time he doesn't
understand;something within dies?"
All chatter is silenced for a while; then.
someone starts on something else,and things
pick up again; the hostess announces dinner,
and the party goes on in its usual way.

-LATA RAMASWAMY

Vela Aai Gia-THE TIME HAS COME

2005-06-21T23:48:00.000-07:00

TIME HAS COME
FOR CONFESSING, HOW WE
TO EACH OTHER ARE BOUND.
TO WAGE BATTLE OF IDEAS,
OUTSIDE THE MOSQUITO-NET,
AND BEAR BARE-FACED,
SHAME OF EACH OTHER'S REGRET.

-PAASH

THE HUMPTY DUMPTY LOVE SONG

2005-06-16T15:30:00.000-07:00

all of the king's horses and all of the king's men
couldn't pull my heart back together again
all of the physicians and mathematicians too
failed to stop my heart from breaking in two
cos all i need is you
i just need you
yeah you got the glue so i'm gonna give my heart to you
i had a premonition
a movie in my hand
confirming my suspicions of what i would find
it followed me to l a
down to mexico
came in through the back door at the start of the show
still all i need you
i just need you
yeah you got the glue so i'm gonna give my heart to you
oh was a perfect day
oh in a perfect way
you know something had go
you left me high
you left me low
now as i lie in pieces and wait for your return
the sun upon my forehead it burns baby burns baby burns
an eye on all my horses
you've slept with all my men
i'm never gonna get it together again
still all i need is you
i just need you
yeah you got the glue
so i'm gonna give my heart to you
yeah you got the glue and there's nothing i can do
yeah you got the glue so i'm gonna give my heart to you...

This is a fantastic song by Travis...
FIND THE SONG HERE-CLICK

2005-06-14T18:03:00.000-07:00

जैसे की उसकी ज़िन्दगी का सारा दर्द सिर्फ़ मेरी वजह से है।
हम इस तरह जुडें है की अब एक दूसरे से मुक्त होना असंभव सा है।
पर मुक्त हो जाने के सिवा, एक दूसरे से मुह मोड़ लेने के सिवा अब और कोई उपाय नज़र नही आता है।

मुझे जाना होगा, वरना यह पानी, यह समुद्र और यह शहर उसे ले जाएगा।

इन पाम के पेड़ों इन सड़कों , इन लोगों के लिए ही तोह मै इस शहर में आई थी , पर अब यह सब
भी मुझे रोक पाने में असमर्थ होंगे ! मैंने जीवन में स्थिरता (stability) के लिए एक ठोस (solid) कारण (reason) हमेशा ढूँढा है। उसमे मुझे ऐसे किसी कारण की एक धुंधली सी छवि देखाई थी । उसी के लिए तो मैं यहाँ इस तरह अचानक ठहर गई थी । पर अब वह छवि मिटती जा रही है , और सिर्फ़ धुआं सा कुछ बाकी है , जो की पिछले तीन सालों के आखरी सबूत की तरह आँखों में चुभ रहा है . मेरे फिर भीड़ (crowd) में खो जाने के अलावा और कोई उपाय फिलहाल मुझे नहीं दिख रहा है।

YEH MUJHE KYA HO GAYA

2005-06-05T14:35:00.000-07:00

Baadalon se kaat kaat ke
kagazon pe naam jodna
Yeh mujhe kya ho gaya
Aare yeh mujhe kya ho gaya...

Doriyon se baandh -baandh ke
raat bhar chand todna...
Yeh mujhe kya ho gaya...

Ek baar tumko jab baraste paaniyoon ke paar dekha tha,
yoon laga tha jaise gungunata ek aabshar dekha tha.
Tab se meri neend mein barasti rehti ho
Bolti bahut ho aur hasti rehti ho...
Jo tujhe jaanta naa ho
Us-se tera naam poochna
Yeh mujhe kya ho gaya...

Dekho yoon khule badan gulabi sahiloon pe aaya na karo,
tum namank bhare samandaroon mein is terha nahaya na karo.
Saara din chandni se Chayyi rehti hai
Aur gulabi dhoop baukhlaayi rehti hai.

Jamuno ki narm daal pe naakhoono se naam khodna
Yeh mujhe kys ho gaya...

--Gulzar

First Child...Second Child by Ogden Nash

2005-06-03T23:07:00.000-07:00

Hello! Here's my first post, dear bitter liar. (Ref: My movies! Hahaha)

Just bought this amazing book called Candy is Dandy - The Best of Ogden Nash. Something out of there...love this one...

First Child...Second Child

FIRST

Be it a girl, or one of the boys,
It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois,
It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetrician
Have possibly been a lobstertrician?
His degrees and credentials were hunky-dory,
But how's for an infantile inventory?
Here's the prodigy, here's the miracle!
Whether its head is oval or spherical,
You rejoice to find it has only one,
Having dreaded a two-headed daughter or son;
Here's the phenomenon all complete,
It's got two hands, it's got two feet,
Only natural, but pleasing, because
For months you have dreamed of flippers or claws.
Furthermore, it is fully equipped:
Fingers and toes with nails are tipped;
It's even got eyes, and a mouth clear cut;
When the mouth comes open the eyes go shut,
When the eyes go shut, the breath is loosed
And the presence of lungs can be deduced.
Let the rockets flash and the cannon thunder,
This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.
A staggering child, a child astounding,
Dazzling, diaperless, dumfounding,
Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed,
A child to stagger and flabbergast,
Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn,
And the only perfect one ever born.

SECOND

Arrived this evening at half-past nine.
Everybody is doing fine.
Is it a boy, or quite the reverse?
You can call in the morning and ask the nurse.

The torture begins

2005-06-02T14:15:00.000-07:00

I took a hurried poll and the results are:...first the question...
Q. ALL GOOD THINGS MUST START WITH

A.A joint
B.A wish which won't come true
C.a Poem

The first two are a lot of work ( ahem ... also things that i don't indulge in). So a poem it is...here goes ROBERT FROST

I have been one acquainted with the night
I have walked out in rain–and back in rain
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

1 have looked down the saddest city lane
1 have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
–When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.