The Betrothal

I looked at that little piece of jewellery,
The round shape that hung on to my ring finger
It was beautiful yet hard,
unique yet strong

The hand that was devoid of any form of adornment before
now had one of the most beautiful stones that earth could produce.

I was definitely awed by its beauty and preciousness,
But when I first saw and felt it,
It wasn’t the value of the stone that I wished for,
But a prayer to have all its attributes in my life forward
The voyage, with my soulmate

Yes, I want it to be beautiful
Hard to break the bond,
a unique relationship that surpasses time

I looked at the little piece of jewellery,
The round shape that hung on to my ring finger,
The hand now held by my mate,
Promising to be with me throughout the journey called life

FLOW OF WORDS II

Never did I expect the words to bring peace of mind to a soul,
Never did I know that I could be sketched with those words,
And never did I imagine that these words would finally bring me what I wanted
But yes, this is no more a dream, it’s my REALITY!!

Some formation of words, my creations had to go to the fires,
I was wrong, and the realization made me remove my false ideas into the deep flames,
But i cherished my other formations, which will not even carry a spot of dust!!
The ones in the fire will never be remembered,
And the ones I hold will never be forgotten.

Never did I realize that I could do what I m doing now
Never did I wish to be like that
And never did I foresee that these words could lighten my burden
But yes, this is no more a dream, it’s my REALITY!!

SURE… UNSURE…

The CREEPY shadows are moving away….
It looks like the sun has decided to come out of hibernation……………….
I see things frozen around me all set to melt and bloom

Maybe it’s the in thing in me……or
Maybe it’s the experience
I still don’t want to react to any of these
I’m unsure it’ll stay…. and later look like a fiction of my imagination

Maybe it’s the planets around me
Jupiter moving eastwards, Mars moving towards me
Or my close companion‘Saturn’ moving away

Good or bad, things have changed, within a blink
And there’s hardly any time to pause and take a deep breath
Need to survive with short breaths

Not too sure of the route I’m taking.
But I turn back to study the surroundings.
What if I have to come back the same way, when I realize I was wrong?

The search for the OASIS

When I was let out into the desert,
I was not all alone,
There were many like me, out for the first time,
Yet more confident than me.

Many of them, I knew, and many waited to be introduced,
We took the trail together….. the journey of life……
I was glad they were there through the rough times,
And enjoyin each other’s company when the winds were low,

We were there for each other, and the bond grew………….
However, time ran, and these friends ran with it

When they were able to predict the desert’s temper, they split
Some went with new comers, their loved ones
Some went away…. Silly fights
Some were there, yet they had to move on too……

All of us had to find the OASIS………………..
I could see it.. all green and fleshy and blue waters amidst the dryness
I ran towards my destination, crawled, moved inch by inch
However, every time I thought I had crossed the forever distance
It leaped to new distances, and it beckoned from far.

Am now all alone, and my feet are bare and bruised
My baked body has lost all its moisture, void of nutrition and love,
Am not sure if my friends have reached their destination
I know I still have not…. I have to……

The pain in my legs is excruciating, yet I pray to the almighty and move forward
Am alone, I need to survive, so I move inch by inch
Better late than never.
I cross the desert, now all alone, to find my OASIS.

One day I will…………………and I hope I meet all of them there….

Stranger in cyberspace

I was new to that part of the world
A world of words and formation of sentences of ones own likeness
It didnt have to be grammatically correct, nor did it have rules and specifications
You could just write everything, and there was lot of help technically for freshers like me, to make it look presentable

I took to writing, or infact a coloqial word as blogging, at a vulnerale point
a saturation point of 'just taking things the way it happens'
The Arien in me woke up, no wonder this space was named afer the zodiac
It had to vent out, and i vomitted it to this space

The space wouldnt have been appreciated by the so called 'positive thinkers' of the world
so didnt expect anything less than an advice, insult or criticism
Maybe it was etched in my mind so, and when the paradox happened, it was all too strange

A stranger entered into the private space... the space which still faintly smelt of the new coat of paint that i had given it
praised the work, the hardly 100 words in a jumble thrown into lumps and heaps,
something which i thought only i would comprehend

But, some one among the trillions of the so called bloggers, could empathise....comprehend...patiently read..
Who was he? Did he know me? Was he flirting????
or was it just a mistake when in search of something else?? (You know the way girls think, it just goes on...)

I wanted to ponder, possibly the way he understood the RAM
was not sure of the road i was taking... i had just started...
and before i could even blink, and straighten my back, everything had vanished.....

i stopped there......and let the stranger go....
After all, he was a stranger, wanted to be stranger, and went on to be that!!
I was alone in this space.... and i better be........
The words will keep pouring... and strangers will remain strangers.......

Please...........................this is not a love failure......................
Its just that i dont like strangers.........not any more.............

SLEEP

I want to sleep, a dreamless slumber
Not the kind that’s been bothering me for a very long time.
And keeping me awake for most of the nights

Sleeping seemed to be a punishment.
Punished with weird dreams, of fear and sorrows
Yet I couldn’t remember the torture that I went through when I woke up

I consider the ones who sleep well to be the most blessed ones.
They forget everything for a few hours,
And give in to the luxury of relaxed muscles and vaccum and beautiful dreams

Cursed are the ones like me, who can not even give in to that luxury....................................

O Sleep.... i miss thee!

Love Letters – A review

My view about Chennai has just been altered, after realizing the taste that the city holds for theatre. Been for a few plays in the last few months, which was a breath of fresh air after a period of ‘not knowing what to do during weekends’, and then came the big Metroplus Fest. So it was with great enthusiasm and expectation that I went for ‘Love Letters’. And yes, I can still hear those words; feel the same tears in my eyes, and the experience of being loved and being in love.

The beauty of the whole script just swept me away (as I’m sure it did for the others). Another few feathers to the hat- the cast by Rajat Kapoor and Shernaz Patel, the simplest of simplest themes and backgrounds, humour, with just the perfect voice modulations and simple changes in attire that denoted the passage of time.






Directed by Rahul da Cunha, the story is about Andrew Lad and Melissa Gardner, childhood friends, and their story through life by way of letters, a bondage which could not be terminated by time or distance. They shared their innocent thoughts and ideas and way of life through these love letters. Both were extreme opposites, Andy being a father’s boy, and Melissa portraying the spoilt daughter of divorced parents. Their love grew with the letters, but none of them admitted it either. The passage of time drove them to different worlds, but the letters kept flowing, the love planting its roots deep into emotion….

Andy becomes a lawyer (not to miss a series of flings and affairs in between), to be a man of ‘righteousness and rectitude’, gets married and settled, and continues his dedication to his family and country, whereas Melissa becomes famous with her works of art, traveling across the world, and changing men along the way. The love letters continued, as ‘seasons greetings’, ‘Merry Christmas’, ‘Congratulations’, and ‘are you there?’ messages. Melissa goes through divorces and rehabilitations, and Andy finally becomes the Senator.







In due course, Melissa realizes that Andy is her only love, and tried to express it to Andy in many ways. Andy continued to ignore it by concentrating on his family and work, although Melissa was of utmost importance to him.

Melissa turned into an alcoholic, and lost interest in life, and became depressed day by day.. However, Andy’s letters kept her alive. A meeting after a long time gets them into a one night stand, where both of them confess their love for each other. But Andy continued his dedication to his family and senatorship, and tried to not get deep into it. Melissa, by then has turned into a complete wreck, and moves into her own shell. Andy continued his letters, as he was worried about her. But nobody could bring back Melissa, as she gave herself to the ultimate- Death

The final act could just turn any unemotional person to tears. Andy pours out his heart before the grave of Melissa, writing a letter to her mother, confessing his undying love to her daughter from the time he received the first letter, which was an invitation to a birthday party.

The crowd just applauded to the combination of excellence, beauty and poise. A standing ovation was the perfect gift for the wonderful couple, who were extremely pleased as well with the response from the audience.

My final note about the play- ‘Love Letters’, for sure must have touched a corner of each ones heart, bringing back a lot of memories hidden/ thrown among score of other memories. Some brought tears about lost love, love and distance, some brought laughter, of old childhood friends and crushes, and people who have never met, but still got close with letters and mails. Lot of questions was answered, and a lot of answers brought new questions. I definitely left the ‘Lady Andal School campus’ with both.

DETACHMENT

The rejection hurt…
The no appreciation hurt…..
The back stab was shocking….
The response ‘PRIVACY’ really really hurt….
So I tried to detach myself from anything that may end up in these situations
Ah, but the potholes. How can I fill them??

Rain Showers

I had to fumble around for a fresh piece of paper to write this
To write about the first rain of the monsoon in Chennai











The ever parched earth which took the 43 degrees and beyond,
Devoured the sweet drops from heaven
The smell of the rain slicked mud was divine,
and the dry leaves shed from their abode
To leave behind the green shiny ones

The rumble of the thunder didn’t hurt my ears,
As it promised me more rain

I opened all my windows, which usually brought only pollution, screeching sounds and dirt,
I watched the little drops that stuck to the electric lines and the crows that got their first bath after days…
And also the the happiness of little kids when they splashed their legs in the slushy water
Much to the disapproval of their mothers

The trees waved happily, so did my unkempt hair
The light breeze tickled my body, and I felt refreshed…

My solitary happiness knew no bounds
The few drops of rain washed away some unwanted memories ‘n’thoughts
I sat by the window, watching the gift from heavens
The rain that the city and I wanted badly…

Lonesomeness

I realized that it had finally crept into my life
I could call it Loneliness or solitude…..
Probably I wasn’t used to this feeling before
So it felt outlandish when it crawled in without invitation…..

Some said it was just the feeling, and nothing else….
Some asked me to find a room mate
While some said it was the right time to tie the knot
And a few of them tried to help me out of it









They say that there is a difference between being alone and feeling alone.
What is it that I’m going through?? The first one or the second???
The world wide webbo suggested to convert the moment into singleness rather than loneliness,
Hmmm, I have a friend- ‘dotcom’

I turned back once again…….
And sighed a relief that atleast my shadow accompanied me
Thank you SUN!!

TEARS

The precious little drop of saline water ………..
Something which the Almighty poured in abundance to the female generation
Guess I was voted to be its brand ambassador …
Cos it never stopped flowing………….










Despair was just one of the reasons…
Anger was another…. Even cranky little jokes could make me cry..
Reminiscence into the past being the worst….
It crept in for the good and the bad days

Some found it silly… some found it immature…..
Some found it beautiful.. the crazy ones…I miss them
Some wiped a tear or two…my best ones
Some ensured that it flowed till ‘no more tears’.

The ‘ram’ never speaks out; its in their genes
The pain, the anger and the happiness and the loneliness….
But my valuable drop of water spoke….for all of the above

‘Till death do us part’

DREAMER

I would say ‘never dream’
It’s just a temporary cherished desire
This reverie just goes on and on, and you build on it……….
You pay heed to all inspirational quotes and proverbs about fulfilled dreams,
Successful stories and testimonials….
And the stargaze continues… of colors, achievement,…love ……

Its just a momentary stage,
Of happiness and yearning
And then, the reality bites
Usually at the wrong place
But if the goddess of luck favored you,
You can write your testimonial……..

And for the rest, the unfulfilled dreams were ‘fantastic’ yet ‘hopeless’
Just like the fantasy induced by the opium pipe
And gone after the puff………………………..

One year old!!!

The infant has completed a year,
And the baby received her first gift!!!

Thanks dumpo!!!

Year 2007

As the embers of 2007 are getting prepared to be replaced by a fresh 2008,
The world waits in anticipation and elation for the year that is approaching,

Though every year-end brings a lot of negative energy,
In the form of tsunami, earthquake and terror attacks
Each soul tries to bury the past along with the year,
and plants the new seed of hope in their hearts.

Giant barricades are erected to cloud the evil named pain and sorrow.
And fragrance spread to feel good and motivated
Wishes are sent around…..yes…. sent around
To wish the same for others as well

The mistakes and sins are remembered, just to remind
The dangers of repeating them again
The prayers and kindness are appreciated, just to thank
For the right thought at the time of need.

I evolved some thoughts and moments into a shell called ‘blog’
Some of them contained the ‘grains’, which hurt the shell,
as it made its way into the enclosed shape
while some brought in bright ‘colors’ along with them

I churned and tossed them around, but they remained in the shell
I shed tears unsure of the rationale
I’ve heard of the gem that forms as an aftermath of the extremes
So I wait for the beauty… I wait for the pearl…in confused silence

Save Me!!!!

I’m getting bored of penning the records of ‘troubled waters’
I’ve been craving to write about a whole lot of things
But the mind refuses to move there………………….
It’s stuck here, in the gloomy spot.

Its there, all of them
The Ideas, colors, happy days, friends, family and forever crushes
I sit down to write about them
And record them forever in the cyber space
But the grey matter refuses to budge out of its hibernation then

But at the spur of a single tear, the grey mass is just active. How how???
It can devour the entire cyber space with melancholy expressions and words

What is it that can remove those deep rooted thoughts???
I try hard to remove them myself, but its stuck there……
Just like the tentacles of an octopus……………………
Once caught… you just cant escape the tight grip……..

SAVE ME!!!

An account of a harthal day in Kerala

It’s my first trip home after my relocation……and after a very long time- a month (he he). A little later than this, and I would lose the oomph to carry me forward, so it’s a revamp program- this trip of mine to the native.

Unfortunately or fortunately, the day of arrival is a harthal/ bandh. I’m not sure if there would be stone showers or other crazy things as soon as I touch the soil. I crossed my fingers, and got out of the Third ac compartment, a luxury that I had to choose because of no tickets available in my usual sleeper class. Hmmmm, surprisingly, the ever crowded station is almost empty xcept for the chai/ bonda vendors running around frantically for sales, and a few passengers like me who have reached unaware of the surprise bandh…

I walk past them, as I am sure that my dad would be waiting near the ticket reservation counter, so that we don’t miss each other among the hoard of civilians. My dad is waiting at the exact place where he’s supposed to be… there’s no irritation marked on his forehead, as the train kept his time, and I didn’t have to keep him waiting…. But oh…. He has not got his car!!! Stone showers, remember!?! He has got my sister’s favorite Dio. It’s a dangerous vehicle. I have had my share of falls from it, and it does gonna be my first experiment with my dad in that medium of transport. To top it all, I have a huge duffel bag of clothes and CDs and some junk. I look at the bag, quite alien now, because of the additional burden to the Dio.

My dad’s too tall for the vehicle. As it is, he has to take some effort to adjust his legs to it, so we had to settle with the bag on my lap. So here’s the situation, two tall guys, on a small Dio with a duffel bag as a barrier between us. My position behind was an almost 45 degrees, as the bag decided to take more place. Anyways, the journey started!!!

Oh no, there’s a little shake, yes, my dad’s trying to balance the additional weight!! I pass S. M. Street, one of the busiest streets, but hey, there’s no one outside, no shops opened, only a few beggars who are still hopeful of getting something. As the roads are empty, Dad tries the speedometer. I remember those scooter ads where the girl remover her pony tail hair to let the wind blow it. But in my case, it was all blown to my face………..uggghh!!! The roads were almost empty, and it looked quite peaceful, it was heaven when compared to me relocated city…..Its been raining like crazy since the last three months, so the air had the misty tang about it, and the flora and fauna looked fresh and rain kissed, not an iota of dust accumulation on them makin the leaves so brown that you never believe leaves are green I color……the side lanes still had the chocolaty color waters….! But everything looked so beautiful!!!

As I turned to the lane towards my house, I see my mom anxiously waiting to see her daughter………As I hug her tightly, I realize that there is no moment better than this….its like all your anxieties are washed away for a second…….and its jus the contentment that my parents are gonna be there even if the whole world denies me!!

As I open out my bag to reveal the goodies that I have bought for them, I can smell the aromas of chicken curry and the appam that’s getting prepared for me. As none of the shops are gonna open for our regular outing (mom and me are shopping addicts, he he), we chit chat, and cook and tease each other for the rest of the day, the day that is a harthal!!

Mistakes

Mistakes…
all of us make them…………..
Confessing or pledging not to repeat it………….

Alas… we never keep our words..
we still go back to our confessions and promises

Mistakes………big mistakes…..
some of them change us completely….........
Opening our then naked eyes to things that were always there,
yet chosen to avoid or discard,
and now made to realize the danger of giving in to the mistake once again….

But I…………………
Never learnt it the first time
Think i'm gonna repeat them …………………

Farewell Bangalore

It’s been 4 plus years in Bangalore and the city has become a home away from home. The 2 years of struggle in college and another 2 years struggle in corporate, all mixed with the sweet and bitter memories that friends and foes have given. I could say its been an action packed package altogether!!! A metamorphosis from the cocoon unaware of the world around it to the well developed butterfly, all ready to face the world’s beauty and its ugliness!!

So what happens when you move out of the place you love??? I really couldn’t reveal my feelings on the last day in Bangalore. Practically a wide eyed emotionless freak could be the only term that I can think of!! On one hand, I was devastated of the change, couldn’t jus remove the ‘fevicol’ bond with the place and my friends, and on the other hand, I knew I had to move out, for more struggles and achievements. The last week was spent with friends, going back with time, smiling over the wonderful times we’ve had, browsing thru some of the captured moments (Kodak moments), and teasing one another over their follies.

My friends, the freakos, and dakoos, have been there throughout, thru ‘bad nose’ times and masti times. Someday I would write a book about them…..all of them. None of us were alike, in looks or character. All have been experts in their own specializations. No wonder there’s the proverb that ‘opposites attract’. But yeah, we were a point of discussion or envy to the masses. Guess not many could maintain the same relationship even after 2 years out of college. We were together, be it movies, luncheon, concerts, shopping or hospital sessions, never seen alone……..

I realized this was coming, from the time that I was looking for a job change, but I still forced my mind to just concentrate on the number of days left and make them as memorable as possible.
As I leave, I have a huge baggage of memories to carry with me for the rest of my life. Bangalore…….will miss you!!!

Forgive and forget

The numbers of blogs are increasing in number, as I am jobless right now, and I use these idle hours/ moments to pen down my thoughts, that jus come and go. And when you are jobless, the mind wanders; and mine wanders thru the days of joys and sorrows, and instead of concentrating more on the blissful days rather than the duller ones, I wander to those depressing days in my life- and is that the thirst for anger and revenge that I see in me???

No, there’s nothing wrong with me!! I’m just human, not an angel or a saint. I have emotions. Emotions that have been clinging to my soul like barbed wire for so many years, and tearing away my skin. The anger and the thirst for revenge were things that were suppressed deep, deep inside, something which I swore not to release, as I knew its consequences. The impact might even bring me down with the rest.

But it’s been a burden, just like the ring in ‘The Lord of the rings’. You are happy that you have it safely hidden inside you, yet you carry the burden. But now, how do you unleash it??? Prayers, strike back or something else??

I tried to develop a course to eliminate the anger and the pain- the volcanic emotions erupted in small portions at the wrong time and directed at the wrong person!! Can I jus take the revenge and finish everything?? No. The ones who have hurt me have moved on, some have forgotten them as old shhool day gimmicks; some would have regretted about it later. How would I know?? When they hurt me, I jus retreated back and wrapped myself into a cocoon, and to avoid contact with the world, yet moaning about it from time to time. Neither did I pray for them, nor did I react, silly fool that’s me. The world looked different, clouded, wicked and heartless.

I fought back, a fight that lasted years- yes, it took a while to move the dark clouds aside to see the world as it is, with the mix of good and bad; and it worked. Yippee, it worked. I was normal and ready to take the world once again!! The later years of teenage were years of learning and unlearning. With the experience that I had, I learnt to be cautious and alert, yet be myself- some traits that were definitely me!! But the hurt remained still. And as the years have passed, I've taken the memories along with me!!

There’s only one thing that can help me now. Let bygones be bygones. I only keep the lessons that I learnt during my stint with the dark clouds. I can just try this, yet as mentioned above, its not simple. But no pain……… No gains. So here am I, all set to take the pain to gain a happy life!!! Wish me luck, LIFE!!!!

My first trip via air

Hoi!! Finally I have fulfilled the dream of traveling by air. All Thanks to the ‘god’s gift to the middle class people’- Low cost airlines! The trip from Bangalore to Chennai in ‘Spicejet’, though a short trip, helped me take in all the pleasures of the ride. From the check-in, the boarding pass and the security checks, all which were only observed in movies and television till date, all seemed cool. To the public around me, this was nothing, but daily routine. But to me, it was quite thrilling!!!

The not-so clean restrooms nor the litter here and there could not dampen my enthusiasm. Even watching TV from the waiting counter seemed nice (he he). As I was waiting, I used the time to observe the crowd and realized that unlike our railway stations, the situation was quite calmer. Atleast no worries about finding a place to sit, or booking the window seat etc.

As we were directed towards the flight on a Spicejet van, I took in the beauty of the runway and the other aircrafts takin off and landing. My friend was quite amused by the bubbling excitement. By the time I got inside the aircraft, and welcomed by the airhostess, I was in Cloud #9 already. I found my seats, which was the third row from the entry. Realised that there was hardly enough place for my long legs (blame it on the height or the low cost airlines). My friend told me that the other airlines had better leg space and seater capacity, and of course a bigger rate.

The take off was zimbly amazing. My co-passenger was a scary freako who tried to divert my attention, as the plane took off. Though butterflies were running around my stomach, I was not ready to look anywhere else other then the window, which would show me the pristine white clouds flowing around. At times, I felt I was in heaven (thanks to all these images depicted by television and movies), and wanted to just walk around the clouds and aim at the stars beyond (fantasy spook). We were offered water and sweets by a rather sweet looking air hostess, who then proceeded to give safety instructions. In between, we were requested to tighten our seat belts because of the turbulent weather outside; at first I couldn’t see anything except white n white everywhere. Gradually, things began to look clear, and I could see the cars and the buildings on earth which looked like a toddler’s toy box.

Within half an hour,(unfortunately, as my dil maaangeddddd more) we reached Chennai. I felt elated to walk past the numerous relatives and taxi drivers awaiting the passengers. The moment I crossed the airport doors, I felt the heat pouncing on me. But before I could swear about the weather, we were welcomed by the rain gods, which made way to the parched soils of Chennai. But the moment was short lived as my friend told me that Chennai would turn all muddy with the rain, and it took Ravin 1.5 hours to reach the airport to pick us up. Phew!!!

My ‘TIME’

(a small change made to the quite acclaimed song of Pink Floyd to describe my current status)

Weekdays:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
I fritter and waste the office hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of training material in the office
Waiting for someone or something to show me the way

Weekends:
Tired of lying in the bed and watching TV all the time
I am young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day i realise ten years have got behind me
No one told me when to run, and I missed the starting gun

Dreams:
And I run and I run to catch up with the old days, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind me again
The memories are the same in a relative way, but I’m older
Shorter of breath and one moment closer to the end of the dream

Life:
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to halt or half a page of scribbled blogs
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the only way
The time is gone, my song is over, thought Id something more to say

The best part of all:
Home, home again
I like to be at home when I can
And when I come home, after the long travel
Its good to relax my bones beside my mom’s arms
Far away across the streets
The tolling of the church bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

The Boys from Boston

June 2nd broke a lot of records.
- The longest wait outside the entrance area – 2 hours
- The highest price ever paid by me for a concert ticket!!! My parents would require medical attention if they ever heard abt the price I paid for the ticket. The earlier generation can never understand the reason behind it (wink!)
- Screams of acknowledgment and joy that irritated the fellow creatures around me,
- The new challenge that I posed to the previously acclaimed bawlers. The decibel rate, if checked would have definitely broken all my previous records

The Aerosmith show was a rocker show!!! 1.5 months after the show, and the lasting effect created……. Phew!!!! Mind blowing!!!

No wonder they are called rock gods!! The energy, the passion, and the style was remarkable!!! 59 year old Tyler wasn’t an exception; he was just like any of us, in fact better than us, screaming into the mike, yet the screams produced music to our ears. He proved to the entire world that ‘chemical romances’ and the ‘crows’ and ‘monkeys’ come and go, but he was here to stay. The legend, who inspired the likes of ‘Bon jovi’ and ‘Guns and roses’, just picked up the crowd with an ease that only a professional could do!!!

8:00 p.m- Adorned in semi-Indian garments (a ganji and a lot of batik and animal print stoles around the neck), Tyler created a hypnotic spell by starting out with the ‘Taste of India’, the song that announced their love for India (not jus because of ‘land of elephants’ or mehndis, but for various other things). I was still in the queue outside, and swearing at the men and women for creating the commotion then, and wondering why couldn’t we have a proper queue system. But the moment the music started, it was a stampede, lead by none other than me (he he), plunging into the smelly, sweaty crowd to ensure a proper view of the favorite stars. Roshin, who had come along with me, had a tough time to match up.

It was a dream come true. They were so close….. hardly 15 feet away from me, and singing away the tunes that I loved the most.

‘Dream on’ was sung with the same feeling and passion as it was in the seventies. The other numbers followed- Livin on the edge, pink, falling in love, cryin, sweet emotion, dude looks like a lady, don’t wanna miss a thing, love in an elevator, Jaded, eat the rich (when he flashed a “lick me’ painted on his tummy) and some songs from their tribute to the blues. Joe Perry, the sexiest of the band, and my favorite, created frenzy when he started out with his solos ‘messin around’, and the synthesizer which had an electrifying effect on the audience!!!

More than three decades in the music world, its the combination spell of the toxic twins (Perry and Tyler), the scintillating gigs and the energy factor that makes them outstanding from the others.

The crowd just rocked and swayed, topped with the music of a lifetime, and obviously, because of an awful load of ‘smoke’ and ‘water’!!! But all were oblivious of the smells, the sweaty backs or the amazingly hot women around. Yes, the band captured all the attention!!!

It was with great disappointment that I left the Palace Grounds 15 minutes before the show ended, as I was not allowed to wait until the last of the show when the crowd goes bezerk, and missed the rather romantic number of the band ‘Don’t wanna miss a thing’. But as I left the palatial grounds in an auto rickshaw that burnt the holes in my pocket, it was only a deep sense of contentment that filled my mind!!

NEW

A change in shades, a new look and feel
Yes, that’s my blog we’re talking about
Something to brighten the dampened spirits
That gets reflected on my e-diary too

And hey, it already looks better

Opinions might differ,
But now, I care less,
All that fills me is a sense of peace
And of mixing and matching my favorites

FRIENDS

Friends………………………………
Who bring meaning to your life,
Who bring out the best and the worst in you (he he!!!!)
Who are around at the most important of times

Yet……………………………….......
When they hurt us, we forget to realize the meaning of life,
Creates a superlative’s superlative of ‘loss’
And you are no more the same

Bizarrrry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can’t explain what’s running thru my mind now!!! Gosh!!! I rarely experience such bizarre conditions.

I want to write, yet the words refuse to flow as it used to when I started blogging, a point when I was wedded to strong words!!

It isn’t a melancholy state, but a strange mood that veils me away from the world around me and disturbs my normal state of mind. What hath brought me to the stage of ……. Stage of what?? Its not loneliness, its not happiness, its definitely not boredom, nor my forever confused state. Yet, I know that I’m not myself!!!

I feel like bungey jumping, even when I know that I would have to order a coffin to take me to heavens!! I feel like running away from the homo-sapiens race, yet I realize that I can’t survive without my nears and dears. I feel like crying, yet the tears do not flow, as it used to (Amma used to taunt me abt a bottle of tears behind my eyes which is fully controlled by me, that at the spur of a slight pain or uneasiness, the bottle opens up in full throttle), and here I stand, with not one drop of tear!!!

So…..what happens to the ram???? As I retreat back to the monotony that is called work, I pray for a change, a miracle, smiles, adventure, and for an aura around me that keeps me away from all ‘nazars’.he he!!!