Wednesday, June 02, 2010


Some of the posts I initiated but never completed -

Life had always been good to young Lauralie, a swanky apartment in Manhattan, parents as normal as they get - a call twice a week and her imminent matrimony, or the lack of it, was the only issue they had, a job she enjoyed and friends who never gave up on her. Walking the streets of Manhattan by night was a far more appealing option
*Old Girl...Old City...
Watching a movie has always been an engaging movie for me as irrespective of how abominable the movie might turn out to be I try to live it and relate to the characters while watching it (even the absurd imagination is pretty crazy!)
*Growing Up..
Growing up is something you would probably expect a teenager to be doing; but its actually something we all need to be doing each minute. We should not just be "growing older" we should be "growing up"!
Every day in a small way a part of me grows older; but its up to me to see that this part is now also wiser and more at peace with the world. On the suggestion of a friend, Madhuri, I read this piece called Quarter Life Crises. This, my friends, seems to be the absolute flavour of the season, we lot being(me and most of the people I know) being in their early twenty-somethings.
Its strange sometimes how we click with certain people without an iota in common apart from circumstance and that these equations end up lasting a long long time to come. *touches wood*
I have always been greatful for the friends I've had and have and feel glad that there will be more people that will come along to enrich my life.
We have also now come a long way from the traditional methods of making friends
*3 Part Dream
The Incomplete Dream…
Even in life have I not seen a vision so vivid, as when I saw her walking by me in my deepest REM cycle of that glorious afternoon! All dressed in white with a scarf in the color of the sky, and

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

What matters...

It’s not the words but people who write them that matter,
It’s not the words but from whose mouth they are uttered,
It’s not the kisses but the heart from where the love springs,
It’s not the kisses but whether they make your lover sing,
It’s not the time but with whom it is spent whilst it flies,
It’s not the time but till when you can bide your anguished cries.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Words again...

In a sudden flash of realization that words, whether written, read or spoken are a form of solace for any and everyone!

For some its reading their favourite psalm from the bible, for some its a verse from their favourite poem or a letter from their sweetheart. For a few its the comfort of spewing their emotions on paper or for that matter web space. And yet others feel better when they talk about what they are going through or maybe even talk about anything at all. Most commonly people would need to hear words of comfort.

Its so strange...the power of mere words. Although they affect the actual situation in no way. It is pleasant to drown in the relief that they provide and let them ease away all that's troubling us. But I wonder whether they are just another form of escape from actually facing the situation or do they act as medicine for the lacerations when handling life. Then again I remember... Sometimes its these very words that can leave you scarred for life!