The feeling of dance.

The beats, the foot tapping, the choreographed synchrony, the rush of adrenalin, the feeling of letting go – All in what one can call Dance and movement.

Dance and movement connects the body and soul. Just close your eyes and sway to your favourite song, rock out even. The feeling of your body, moving to the rhythm of the music, can be calming to some and liberating to others. Just close your eyes, turn down the lights and move to the music. It doesn’t matter that you don’t know how, you don’t need to have the right steps. All you need to do is move your body.

There is no need for inhibition, imagine nobody around you, or if it helps, someone who moves with you. Listen to your body, listen to your mind. Forget the world outside; this is Your five minutes. There are no worries in this rhythmic world, no tensions, no deadlines. Just the music and you. Do what you feel like - jump, clap, act, ride a horse.

You can dance a trance or jump and spin. There are no rules. Let your body lead you. Somewhere down the path, you may even get creative.

Breathe. Let it go and smile. The world doesn’t seem so bad any more.

Cheers!

Choices.

The night calls out now. It asks you to give in. Things seem to matter less in the darkness. Thoughts are streaming past and seem endless. The mess surrounds you, from within and without. You tread carefully on hearts. Yours lies somewhere beneath them and you can't lift it. Its heavy today dear child, I tell you now. The choices you make are promises for you to keep. A heavy heart sighs with indecision and uncertainty. You know not where the moon is.

Day slowly dawns upon you and you are beginning to feel lighter. Time was given to you to feel. You weighed your choices carefully, you thought. But dear child, no amount of thinking can change the future or tell you how exactly it will be. Time is offered to you and you start to buy it. Thoughts are built upon stubborn fences. They remain persistent but stable. Your continuum is losing balance, dear child. You are making a choice. You have been tipped over and you feel right. The steady blur around you is fading away, you begin to see clarity. You see time has reached you. You are at the toll booth of Decision. 

A decision to have faith,  you always made. Nobody can tell you different. You are at the toll booth and you have to pay now to pass through. You know not, dear child, how to pay, so you step aside, unsure of what lies beyond. Your faith shall not falter, dear child, but your decision is weighed in emotions. Nobody shall pick you up. Soon you shall realize, you do not have to pay, not the price you have in mind at least. 

Life plays its games well.

Cheers!

Shrinking.

A craving for craziness.. Color it turquoise.
A need for change... But not you.
A new addiction.... to thoughts.

Close your eyes and breathe. Families talk to you, you listen. People think chaos exist within them. Wish you could say its true. But you are no healer, you have no power. So you listen. You learn. You absorb.

Now its soaking. The mug is filled and overflowing. You feel like choking. Breathe.

Who says you can't go away? I can make you, ask you or simply tell you. Go back to your world, dear friend. Free yourself from misery and drift away. You are right in everything you say. What you see maybe true, but i cannot choose to believe it. I shall sit by your side and listen. I shall agree and you shall even surprise me and make me smile. You make me curious, you amuse me.

A much needed break - from life and things. To go away far where nobody knows you and calls on you to listen and make choices.

An If Only moment. Danke. Reality strikes shall strike, soon. It should. It is raining on your cardboard box.

Cheers! To possible future excitement.

Abstracting.

I watch white pages turn as I think about you tonight. Questions, I can hear, falling over each other as they try to reach me. No one clear thought strikes me but they all make sense.

I sit by silently and watch strangers whisper in the darkness of the warm room. Sweet nothings and bad advice all sound the same to me tonight. I hope for me I know where im going. I hope for you that you'll know better.

Words fill my white pages tonight. You are filling your world elsewhere. I am a part of it, but merely sidelined. I play my role and stay in the back. While i sit back and watch, i realize. Dear child, I wish you had called. But we fortold our destiny and i hastily agreed. Now i settle in bed to read and sleep silently, calming my thoughts as they rise with every word i write.

Good night dear child, drink your hopeful colours. For when you come home, you will lay down your head. And dear child, we both know, in your tired dreams, we both rest well.

A Theory of sorts.

My theory. It is rooted in me. It is rooted in you. It is rooted in most of them too.

I speak from experience today. Like all other days, today has passed with many passing thoughts. One might wish it possible to write them all down.. Some may seem simply brilliant to some of us. And yet, when we do sit down to distangle the cobweb of thoughts, we have lost it among many other insignificant details.

People develop theories. They base it on scientific experiments and laws of science. They speak of the influence of variables.
I merely base it on life. My only influence are People.

The famous quote "I think, therefore I am" is indeed one to ponder upon. We are made up of our thoughts. Our thoughts are influenced by people. People are influenced by their thoughts. Which in turn is influenced by other people. It is a vicious spiral that grows into you. At the end of the day, every thinker assumes he/she thinks too much.

It is the irony of life that we question it. Since as long as we live, most of us do not find a satisfactory answer. For those of us who do, it doesn't seem worth questioning. But we shall all search, because in the end, what matters is that we searched, not whether we found the answer or not.

On a more personal note, too much is indeed too bad. It leads to a continuous rant and ends in vagueness. For now I pause, take a deep breathe as I move on to another thought...

Cheers!

New Year randomness

So its a New Year.. New times, new lines... new crimes.

A New year is like a new beginning for some, an end to things for some... and just a passing experience for most.

Life experiences are always good... Sometimes people learn from it.

Decisions are tough to make. Especially when one is completely responsible for it and its consequences.

Bittersweet is an interesting word. Sums up life so perfectly sometimes. Its a sweet feeling with bitter edges.

There is always space in someone else's life boat. And there is always somebody in your boat. When you think you are alone, there is always somebody else at sea.

There are some topics on which you can't say anything. No words, just feelings.

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Moments under the moonlight,
Bright flashes at night.
Tagged memories,
Everybody sees.
So smile please and say cheese.

Morning's maze,
brings the blank and dazed.
Soon enough, everybody says-
Move on, not worth the wait.

Its New Year,
Drive away those fears,
move to second gear,
And just say cheers!

:)

The Life of Others.

Indeed seems interesting.
Indeed looks amusing.

Then there were those few who knew it was just a phase. Get drunk, get high and at night its time to go. And in the day they all walk away. Each to his own, life is weirdly potrayed.

More noises, more silence, whichever way the wind blows, over rocks, over lakes, over mere mortals who were underdosed.

Point at stars, blow the candles, blow the smoke. Random barks as people silently go. Alseep a few, cold were some. Lights disappeared as morning had come.

Green grass, White cheese, some water, some ease. A house was something to which people come and go, nobody cares, nobody knows.

Large lands full of people, some get to sit, cause the rest of them - only spit. Talk about thoughts, some need to breathe. They think a lot, they need to live.

Walk across darkness, sleep beneath beds, the Life of Others is merely half said.

random thunkings.

When you wake up in the morning, what’s your first thought? When you listen to my voice what do you hear? Will there be more days to pass by silently or sleepless nights? You will dance today for the world is yours. Or you make it seem so. Tomorrow again, you look for me. And soon you will push me into day before. For again, your day will come to dance, dear child and dance you shall. You will build your own world and dream your own dreams. I will be needed no more – to push or to keep. So I will stand now, my child. I will go. There is no business here. You will look at me for no answers.

**********

You know what you think, I merely see it. I am that shiny silver part of your room, in front of you now. I see what you see, and yet we both know to hide it well. Some days you wake up and you like what you see. Those are the days I like too. Some days you don’t even need to look and I can still see you. I reflect you faithfully. Some days I look away and you pull me towards you. You force me to look. And then I see it. I see you. I see me. I see our life.

***********

You feel mad today. Just like yesterday and the day before. You think it shall never change. I see your world, but only sometimes. Dear child, the waiting will end. But I do not know what happens after. Nor does he and nor will she. I stay with you today, I give you hope. Tomorrow, I shall be on my way. Looking in the opposite direction, when life moves forward, maybe fun. You neither know the way nor the destination. But you shall arrive. And somebody else will show you what lies yonder. Among the trees is a place. It’s broken down but can be mended. It is not yours. But one day it will be. That day you shall turn and head back the way you came and remember - It was fun.

*************

You drink and dance. You hear the music in you. You close your eyes and see her face, her sad smile. Next to her you see the writing. The beautiful words embrace your mind. You feel him kneel down beside you, you are about to do the same. You pray with all your heart, he is too. You stand and feel the raindrop, you feel her presence. You smiled that day. Then you wished and prayed again. Only this time you just saw her sad smile. Your wish came true, your prayers were answered. Open your eyes dear child, your angel stands far. Smile your sad smile, for you wished for those beside you and he left her flowers.

***************

You talk from far away. You wish you were here. Days pass without your presence. I feel you no more. Your smile makes me smile and your words make me believe. But I will see you no more. It is you. It is me. It is the world around us. It is them. For you, I hope we meet someday. For you, dear child, I will look away. For you, my brother, I will wait. For you, dear friend, I will write.

A Post.

What to blog about?

Its the next year, its a successful birthday, its happy moments, its random shitty papers.
Its mint lemon rasam, its smile smile gifts, its bonding peoples, its time to sleep.

The beginning of the year is always an interesting time. Things happen... Or not.

Its That time of the year i feel all aww about things... My birthday just does that. There are a lot of people out there who don`t get the point of birthdays and the deal. But I dont give a damn bout them. Birthdays are special to me. I like the fact that I was born. I like the fact that You were born... well, a few of you atleast. :D

Some people you spend time with and yet it doesn`t seem enough. Some people are just so nice to talk to. And some people don`t even need to talk. They.just.know... Weird.

I Do have a few "special mentions" in my life. Friends who matter to me, who make a difference. But they know who they are. The happy person, the best friend, the two storytellers [and rant], the elitist foofer, the somberi pillion, the smileys.
Oh man! I just reminded me of another blogger who gives weird names to people on her blog. But really, I like these names ok! :) And plus its a one-time thing only.

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Being curious can be a good thing. But it depends on what you are curious about. As always, its people for me. You learn new things about the human mind and its strange ways of working everyday! Why DO people behave so strangely sometimes?

People meet people, people hang with people. Then sometimes, people really don`t get people. Thus, they move on. Find another with which they bond... But, its never that simple is it?

People are complicated. I like Calvin better. :)

Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy you`re so strange..

Cheers!

Christmas spirit :)

Happy days,
Chismas phase,
making things,
while they sing!

happy pigs,
cinnamon sticks,
yummy food,
funny mood!

happy elf,
with do-it-yourself,
secret gifts,
and free lifts!

When its time,
there is rhyme,
and some cheer,
will be near!
[P.S: Also beer! :P ]

Of this and that.

Lame kannada music blasting in the background. Something about how these two people cannot forget each other. Some stupid club function. How is Rajyotsava related to a lame kannada song sung badly by some average singer?

She tries blasting The Beatles to drown out the lame music. It doesnt work. The beats of the music at that club gets faster and louder and finally ceases... only to be followed by another song by another slightly better singer.

People come online on gtalk and start random conversations. For awhile she`s distracted with conversations and food. Interesting status msgs to interesting people. Gtalk is a well-equipped timepass tool.

He finally comes online and there is some random conversation about the football match. The topic changes, a few more nice words and lame jokes. 10 minutes already and he has to go. A `Whatever` followed by curt goodbyes.

The kannada music is still blaring. The Beatles lost this time. Some more people talk. More people go.
Now, there is hardly anything left to do online... She looks around, lost in thought. Maybe read that book. She`s still thinking of curt goodbyes.

She`s reading about epistomology and subjectivity. She`s thinking about words.
Her thoughts are interrupted. She doesnt reply to the message this time. She`s still thinking.
Another message. A smile. Her fingers tap away happily before turning back to the screen.

The lame kannada music finally stops. The Beatles won. :)

Time to say good night.
Just another evening online. Just another day that passed.

Good night my friends. Sleep well and dream sweet. Tomorrow will be another day, evening, night. Lets hope it brings something diffferent. Or are we comfortable with what we have?

Everything in its place.

And like the end of every other post,
Cheers!

Thinking and decoding..

There were lives that passed us by,
We didn't know what their's was like.
Phases, people and few other blogs,
People aint that different after all.

Sitting in class, I look around,
People talk, people frown.
There are a few others, who have no clue,
Mundane topics - Should sweatshirts be blue?

Walking out and I meet an old friend,
She talks of days that have come to an end.
Many others, just ramble on
soon one day, they will all be gone.

Wherever I look, this is what i see,
This feeling inside, its getting to me.
Decode and think, am I lost?
This time for me, my fingers are crossed!


Random feelings poetry... Decoding what Im feeling... Not being very successful. Abort mission?

Oh well... Cheers!

August is here.

I'll keep my fingers crossed...

"We're having a 'talk' tomorrow."
"Don't go. Stay for awhile. Don't leave me with myself.."
"I don't want to be over him...."

I have to go now. Mom in the background, Sleep! she says.... Good night y'all. - 11:00p.m

11:32 - "Hi, sleeping?" he asks... "Simply called," he says.... We talk for awhile.... Have to sleep now...Good night, take care man.

12:08 - She calls. She's in a shitty mood. He's going to do it, she says. She's in a shitty mood. She's looking for that diary. She's in a shitty mood. Call those bums I say... She said ya ok.... I love you, she says. I love you so much too.

12:51 - My brother. He calls. "That guy, THAT guy," he says. "That guy has a girlfriend! What the hell am i doing! I'm ashamed of myself" he says. He is laughing, he can't believe it. He's very amused.
"OK, go sleep now" he says... Good night bro.


August is here.

August 1st :
The day has begun, the month has begun.
- The day doesn't feel good.
- She left a suicide note.
- What is the point?? we argue....
- She cried. "Don't EVER...." she said.

- Stones change things....
"We're ok :)" she says... That's the best news I've heard today.

Maybe there will be good days after all...

I'll keep my fingers crossed...

Cheers!

A day that happened.

That is by far my Most sane title for my blog post.
Comm.raids - Funny day.
Can't believe he took My blazer!! What coincidence!!
Coldplay - Chicagos
T shirt - Cd
Violet hill - Yellow

Oh what a thing to do...

Me - You.

It was a nice day. Sun shining... rather rain falling! Music in the air. Fun times, "cordial conversations". A crazy ride back... the boots. A day to remember.

Its kind of weird you know, now that i think about it. How things change...
But I do feel like Im stuck somewhere.
Like there is something I need to figure out.
Its something at the back of my head...

Maybe I Do need a break. Do something else, lose myself somewhere.

I read something i had written a few months ago...
You are an open book slowly coming to its end, but I'm scared to finish it, cause i may not understand the story. It wont be the same even if i open the book again... It will just be words, full of memories.

Its ending now, unless you begin a new chapter...

Or I pick up a new book.

Cheers to the life we live, weird as it may get!

The days of the cardboard boxes...

College started.
"Intellectually stimulating conversations" on one side, the crazy "because we like being absurd" on the other.
"Art imitates life"- The most controversial statement of the day. What is art? What is imitation? What is life!?

Why do we discuss things if we know we will never find a solution?
Because its in the ambiguity that the beauty lies.

Reminds me of the cliche statement of how its the journey that is important and not the destination.

I quote something off Chicken Soup - "I miss the days of the cardboard boxes."

Cardboard boxes = Childhood.
The age of innocence, the age where "complications" was an unknown word, the age where even a cardboard box was enough to amuse us.
And then...

We grew up.

No. I'm not saying it is a bad thing. In fact, "I'm loving it!" It's all part of this so-called life. But it is so very interesting... The experiences you have in life, your regrets, your memories, your thoughts - They all change. One day your sitting here thinking life will be this way because it can't be any other way... and before you know it, you will be saying the famous statement- "Who would have ever thought...?" or along those lines.
Doesn't it ever make you wonder?

Life is just the kind of thing that gets me thinking. It comes right before People and after "Do Not Press" buttons.


Cheers!

Kerala - memories - Wayanad

Hmm... time for day 2... More memories, more smiles...

Waking up early in the morning, waking them up early in the morning!
Chundalam boys arrive. The road trip begins...

.... Me and my fellow road loafer,
.... She and the guy who had a slight aversion to girls since 7th standard,
..... Our lame author and his friend ride quietly behind... [but there will be bursts of singing for pure entertainment]
..... Its going to be a long ride - My first ever road trip!

And so, I finally went to Wayanad!
A hill station, winding roads... There will be smoke breaks.
A little interesting conversation, a lot of fun. The place is beautiful, the weather was perfect. He said we were lucky. :)
Hunger creeps in, nobody had breakfast - we stop at little mallu restaurant. Chai is always good. Kerala parothas remind me of college cafeteria.
We ride again, there is little ripping... beautiful tea estates - they remind her of Ooty again. They remind me of Ooty and masala chai. We look for the right road to Eddakal caves and finally reach!
1.2km walk they said... Much more than that we realized! We climb, complain and crack lame jokes... Not to forget - nearly get trampled over by extremely fast jeeps on extremely narrow road!
The view on top will be worth it, they assured me [and themselves]. It was. The cave apparently had evolution of writing. Hah.
It was time to start the downward climb.
Funny videos, buttermilk and photos. The bike seat had heated up. I think it was here they decide to exchange places - Now she discusses Shakespeare with him :). We ride down to paddle boat lake, Vek reads a billboard ad that gives him ideas - our budding lame author after all! :) Nothing much to do there, we leave.
A silent ride to see a waterfall - Part of the ride, the bikes had to trek! We reach, it rains. We sit for awhile in our own worlds before deciding to get drenched in the rain and ride back. I have to protect my camera.[and all their cellphones!]

Riding in the rain - one of the best experiences... Ever.

Rain stops, so do we for awhile - before ripping halfway down so we get dried off. It works, there is wind-blown effect.
We reach back and go to fellow aquariuan's house. Some delicious coffee and then to a place called Zain's. Food was good - did we end up at coffee day again? I think we did.
Back home, we play some Uno - some Just Cannot remember the rules! There is mallu talk.
Soon they leave, she falls asleep, we talk.
We upload the photos - they looked beautiful. We fight about what always bothers me. There is some heart-to-heart talk. We realize. I hope this is true friendship and it lasts.... Finally its time to sleep.

Today was unbelievable.
Again, I say,
So what if it rained? It felt good.

Cheers!

Kerala - memories- Calicut

Who would have ever thought....
And thats how it started.
"Im going to Calicut, can`t come today," he said.
"Damn! Your always going of somewhere! Ditcher!"
"Come along then!"
"Are you mad??"
"No, im serious. You and her come of... I`ll arrange everything."
She said yes lets go.
And I got convinced into actually agreeing to my crazy friends` crazy plans!

Next thing we know... We`r off!!
...... Sitting in the driver`s cabin, laughing at the faces the poor boy makes, being stuck behind a very huge man.
...... Wondering about how this crazy plan was actually happening, becoming reality.
....... Glad she was by my side in this crazy adventure...
...... Too bad he didn`t have anything to eat.
...... There was a bug, it looked like my scarab. It felt lucky.
...... He smoked, we talked and fell asleep.
...... There were elephants on the way... and some late night music.

Next thing we know... We were there!
It looks like Ooty she said. But that was before reaching middle of nowhere and catching my first djang mallu auto! We walked down to the aunt`s house. Who knew how less we`d communicate!
We said hello, grinned and fell asleep.
He barged into the room, smiled and broke the shell bracelet - but that was only the begining of the things to be broken and slipped out of his hand. But no worries, it will be fixed. Oh the innocent little face! :P
We reach his house and wonder what to do. Coffee day? "You come to Calicut to go to coffee day!" remarks the funny guy.
We go anyways. There is curdy coffee. It is given away. A funny cellphone incident that will never be forgotten and the lame joker decides to be a budding author... - I wait for the book. :)
S.M street for shopping. We meet a fellow aquariuan. There is falooda and mango masti. Arabic fela fels later. Now for some deep thought on the rocks.
We go to another beach and wow! we are in awe. What a sunset, what beauty! The picture is taken, the debate continues - the camera or me.

Back home and already we have had so much fun to write about... and this is only day 1!

The perfect life - Part I

"I'm sorry you couldn't see the best weather here."
"So did you like it?"
"The people here are very.. um.. not exactly fun!"

But,
"Zurich - live it, love it!" Thats what its called, he said.


Wake up in the morning, get dressed in a hurry, pack the laptop. Put the bread, banana and flavoured yogurt... maybe some chocolate in a zip lock. Put on those suave boots, that beautiful, warm jacket. Wear that attitude and walk through that grassy path to the bus stand. The oh-so-perfect timing bus arrives and the automatic doors open. Step in and take the place by the window, opposite the map - Just to make sure its the right stop. But there is no need to worry, it will be. Always.
The perfect morning.

Walk into the building, the college. It is as perfect, with ancient stone path ways, as a college could ever be. There is a big ancient door with a big door handle. Push it and inside is a modern college with all the facilities imaginable. Greet The Researcher, he always smiles. The work is perfect. Clear doubts of students. Yes, there will be good-looking ones.
Lunch - Anything. Fela fels? Thai food? Silly Indian mensa? Its all there. The smiling Researcher pays.
Back to another typical old building, another college. More doubts, more good looking students.
Time to go home. "I'm so glad you are here! Makes it so easy for me!" said the Researcher.
The perfect job.

Catch the tram, bus on time. Back home. The door is opened and he/she is smiling. "How did it go?" they ask. "Good, may get a little boring," I say. He pulls my leg about calling the work boring. She smiles. "Are you hungry?" she asks. "Yes!" I reply. Then we put on a movie or series and watch. There is some small talk, some jokes, some fun and a lot of food. It's late, time to sleep. Check the downloads, give more suggestions, little talk, tell stories, he asks questions. "How can you think of such questions?" she laughs. Then its good night. Lets get some sleep, we are tired.
The perfect day with my people.

So what if it rained? It felt good.

Loner

Im going away,
Until May,
Leave me alone,
Even my phone.
I will come back
and then maybe we`ll talk
or i may forget
and decide to walk.

But when you reach me,
I shall see,
What new excuse
I can give.

Cause Im a loner,
Dont you see?
Hurt you? That could never be.

I know i mean a lot,
so leave me alone.
Its just a phase,
Its not in haste.

The day will come,
and we`ll meet,
I know you ask me to every week.

How i feel?
Even i dont know.
Im just a loner for my part,
So leave my alone, my sweetheart.

goodbye

This is for that friend that i once thought was worth it, but proved to be wrong and she know`s it.
She`s going away and Im glad. She did make things difficult for me.
Sometimes.... Life`s like that.

Now is the time to think,
so come just give me a hint,
Whats on your mind today?
Again will you play?

Looking up, I catch a glimpse
Of movement in the wind.
Was that you who made
the colour in my face to fade?

When you sit next to me,
this is how i feel-
the friendship you gave to me,
is like a cold porridge meal.

So watch me as i walk away,
Into the arms of another day.
If i look back i know you`ll say,
You are going the other way.

May life bring us both the joy,
like our nice favourite toy.
We`ll leave behind the crazy blues,
As i turn life into something new.

PS : But no, i still wont like you.