In that sweet mood...
"shama kahein parwane se, badhe chala jaa,
meri tarha jal jayega, yahan nahin aa,
woh nahin sunta, usko jal jana hota hai."
thats the kind of song i have been listening to since yesterday. Enveloped by a strange kind of retro mood. The kind that makes you want to turn back time, and go back, say 3 years in time. The kind that makes you discover a love for the romantic genre of poetry. And to think of the amount we abused them while struggling through lesson after lesson in high school.
Of course, I suspect that this place has more than a significant role to play in making my mood the way it is. Been drizzling since yesterday, the kind of weather thats perfect when your friends are around.The kind of weather that puts you into this mood when they are not, and you yearn for those times again.
Went to TM for dinner. Alone. Strange experience. Nice in a way. Overheard, unintentionally, the animated discussion at the next table over why Argentina would be no match for Brazil in the final. Awesome match though. Brazil completely walloped Argentina. Have to say that though I am completely anti-Brazil.
Funny to think how charged and passionate the quartet at the table was in their arguments. Reminded me of the days in school, R, S, G and me....R and S in an equally impassioned argument over WWE "stars", occasionally joined by Nan, speculation over "Friends, swinging arguments over whether ganguly was more of a matchwinner than sachin....
Munching on a chicken roll in TM, remembered dinners together, lunch at MLC after our ISC, completely pigging out, CCD last summer, school, mimicing teachers, classes at Ms. P's, bawarchi after that, zipping through not caring.
Read an article on Aung San suu kyi thought of Jaco synthesis and the UN Mock and representing Burma ;-) did some vague stuff with R. High school crushes and all the planning before and after every move, brainstorming sessions....and little results at the end of it all. Playing Quake, blind firing with machine guns. Zeeshan for rolls after classes....
Wonder what everybody is doing. Would be the perfect time and atmosphere to catch up with old stories....
And all this is only a fraction of all that I thought sitting in TM and then through the Brazil final. Long chat with A in between. Wonder if I am finally at the stage where the heart aches but no more. Free. A plaything in the hands of destiny. Just what I never wanted to be. And am desperately hoping I have become.
Monsoons can be a bit of a pain. They don't seem to come at all, and when they do, don't seem to want to let up. I guess its a little bit the same with life and emotions. Can just picture myself floating away on 10 pegs of neat vodka....how I long to let myself go like that. Must be man's greatest creation. Especially in that sweet mood when sad thoughts bring pleasant thoughts to the mind. Signing off with due apologies to one William W
meri tarha jal jayega, yahan nahin aa,
woh nahin sunta, usko jal jana hota hai."
thats the kind of song i have been listening to since yesterday. Enveloped by a strange kind of retro mood. The kind that makes you want to turn back time, and go back, say 3 years in time. The kind that makes you discover a love for the romantic genre of poetry. And to think of the amount we abused them while struggling through lesson after lesson in high school.
Of course, I suspect that this place has more than a significant role to play in making my mood the way it is. Been drizzling since yesterday, the kind of weather thats perfect when your friends are around.The kind of weather that puts you into this mood when they are not, and you yearn for those times again.
Went to TM for dinner. Alone. Strange experience. Nice in a way. Overheard, unintentionally, the animated discussion at the next table over why Argentina would be no match for Brazil in the final. Awesome match though. Brazil completely walloped Argentina. Have to say that though I am completely anti-Brazil.
Funny to think how charged and passionate the quartet at the table was in their arguments. Reminded me of the days in school, R, S, G and me....R and S in an equally impassioned argument over WWE "stars", occasionally joined by Nan, speculation over "Friends, swinging arguments over whether ganguly was more of a matchwinner than sachin....
Munching on a chicken roll in TM, remembered dinners together, lunch at MLC after our ISC, completely pigging out, CCD last summer, school, mimicing teachers, classes at Ms. P's, bawarchi after that, zipping through not caring.
Read an article on Aung San suu kyi thought of Jaco synthesis and the UN Mock and representing Burma ;-) did some vague stuff with R. High school crushes and all the planning before and after every move, brainstorming sessions....and little results at the end of it all. Playing Quake, blind firing with machine guns. Zeeshan for rolls after classes....
Wonder what everybody is doing. Would be the perfect time and atmosphere to catch up with old stories....
And all this is only a fraction of all that I thought sitting in TM and then through the Brazil final. Long chat with A in between. Wonder if I am finally at the stage where the heart aches but no more. Free. A plaything in the hands of destiny. Just what I never wanted to be. And am desperately hoping I have become.
Monsoons can be a bit of a pain. They don't seem to come at all, and when they do, don't seem to want to let up. I guess its a little bit the same with life and emotions. Can just picture myself floating away on 10 pegs of neat vodka....how I long to let myself go like that. Must be man's greatest creation. Especially in that sweet mood when sad thoughts bring pleasant thoughts to the mind. Signing off with due apologies to one William W
posted by Lancelot @ 1:30 PM
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