Rant.

Everyman needs to have the Drive to Excel.
If you do not have that drive, you lack that Ability.

Grasp those thoughts.

For the field floated free and untethered,
As if in space,
And were they to reach the edge, there would be never time
To stop them before they fell.
Hence I watched and waited and listened;
And tried so hard to be there;
Before they went tumbling away into the precipice beyond.
For once they fell, there would be no recovering them,
They were gone.
Gone but not forgotten..

Knots and ropes......A Quiet belief in angels....

I take a moment to look back across the span of my life, and try to see for what it was.
Amidst the madness that I encountered, amidst the rush and smash and brutality of the collisions of humanity I have witnessed, there have been moments.
Love. Passions. Promise.
The hope of something better. All these things.
This has been my life.
A life spooled out like a thread, strength uncertain, length unknown; whether it will cease abruptly or run out endlessly, binding more lives together as it goes; in one instance more than cotton, barely sufficient to gather a shirt together at its seams, in another a rope- triple woven, each strand and fiber tarred and twisted to repel water, blood, sweat, tears; a rope to raise a house, to fashion a ships keel, to hoist a sail.

Time travels straight as a hopeful fishing line, weeks gathering to months gathering to years; yet, with all this time, a heartbeat of doubt and the prize is gone.
Special moments - sporadic, like knots tied, irregularly spaced as if crows on a telegraph wire - these we remember, and dare not forget, for often they are all that is left to show. I remember all of them, and more besides, and sometimes wonder if imagination hasn't played a part in designing my life. For that's what it was, and always will be: A life.

Teens !

I was kinda turning back time today.... I watched the song maula mere maula form the movie Anwar.. and somehow.. weird as it may sound... ( cause Anwar is a serious movie)it brought back memories of my teens..
the protagonists run around The Taj and the ruins in Agra.. and it brought back memories in a rush....
things like..
Sneaking out of the house for that special date with my girlfriend... and of all the things we used to go through to get away from people to have some time ...
It was such a difficult thing to find a place where there would not a lot of prying and inquisitive eyes in vizag.
Being a small place, there were always someone you knew or were scared that someone would see and tell !...
Now i look back and see that it was all childish fun ! the fights we used to get into just because someone had looked at a girl from our colony in a different way or was following her home !
Man... those were some insanely stupid things that we'd all done !.. but it was such fun !...
I still remember those days.. where going out with a girl was such a big deal.. brought up in a boys only school.. the idea of going out with a girl was kinda alien to us... sneaking into movies before they started and leaving before they finished were kinda like the norm there..;.. the movies were the only places private enough where you could grab your girl friends hand and hold it !..
Going to the restaurents to have Dosa !! lol !...
Waiting in the bus stops for one glimpse of your loved one !.. and going wild with the smile thrown at you.
Everywhere else was taboo.. as we grew older and realised that we were being silly we became a little bolder and graduated to going out on rides just so that you are close to your girl friend.

kinda seems such a cute thing now...
I wish i was back there at that time...
ummm...well.. maybe not.. .i would not have changed anything anyways.. they were perfect then !
I had a wonderful time growing up.

Euro Trip...

I'd always wanted to go to Italy.. It's been my life's dream to see Michelangelo's David.
Finally i was able to fulfil that dream.
Prashant and I planned this trip for 2 months.. originally chris was supposed to come with us... but he had to go India and could not make it.
Anyways.. Prash and I booked out tickets and made reservations in Paris, Rome and Florence.. but only for the first 6 days.. we thought that we'd take it as it comes and just see how it goes !.
Finally the day came (May 24''th 2008) and we caught a taxi to Luton airport to start with out journey.
We'd planned the journey as we both were interested in art and wanted to catch as much art as possible in our trip.
we first landed in Charles De Gaulle airport Paris and found out that the signs were helpfully in 2 languages.. we figured out that SORTIE` means exit.. yay !! our first French word in Paris.. we'd hammed up on a couple of other phrases like Merci` , Merci Beau coup etc which would help us in being polite to french people. not all people speak french all the time there... not a lot of people respond back to you in English..maybe it's just the way it is...We caught the Roissy bus to the center of Paris... The Opera and straightaway were amazed at the architecture... Paris was very modern and very colourful...in London we were used to see people in various shaded in black.. .always black, grey and dark blues morose colurs like the weather there... but Paris was much more colourful.
Straightaway we could see that this Country had the Cafe culture imbibed in the people... everywhere you could see cafes on the streets.. you'd see a minimum of 10 cafes in the streets and all the delicious stuff to eat !..




tired now.. will put down more tomorrow.

'allo Matey!

It envelops you like a giant steel monster...
Yet, it's got its patches of green..
Diversity !!... I found you here..
Extreme prejudices and passions
The simple, snobs, goths and fashions.

Every creed, color and race..
People here mingle with ease..
Some are guarded, untrustworthy..
Some are like long lost friends..


Smells of the far east mix with kebabs and saukraut,
of cheap afterhave, and alluring perfumes..
belive me.. it's a cesspit of delight !

Yet there is this sense of false security,
which lets you let down your guard..
careful my love, this one will gobble you up.

Truth.

Truth I have learnt, differs for everybody.
Just as no two people see a rainbow in exatly the same place-
-and Yet both most certainly see it, while the person seemingly standing right underneath it does not see it at all.
So Truth is a question of where one stands, and the direction one is looking in at the time.

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Far out amongst the heaving grey waves,
beneath drifting banks of mist
the great bodies of some of the small sea’s larger inhabitants slid.


Jets of vapour spring up from the breakers like exhaled blasts
that rose like ghostly insubstantial geysers
amongst flock of birds Fluttering in the cool air.


Steady lines of waves broke on the grey slope of the beach, beating on shattered, ground-up shells and water smoothed slivers of driftwood.


High above, slipping in and out of Pink- Rubbed layers of cloud,
like small slow clouds themselves,
other creatures moved,
eagles and kites cruising the upper atmosphere with wings and canopies extended, warming in the watery light of a new day.

At dawn, the sun line would have appeared to rise from the horizon to starboard,
at mid-day it would seem to disappear above the tower
and at sunset it would seem to disappear into the open sea port...