Sunday, August 31, 2008

let's go back to the start...

Hope to go back to the start and take a totally different road far far away from where I am right now.



Totally awesomest a cappella group. Must listens are their renditions of the Bohemian Rhapsody and Breakfast at Tiffanys.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

There are these moments when I feel I'm falling off this cliff. Right now is one of them. It's breakpoint. Over and Over and Over again.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

......


Have got it figured out all wrong. The battle has to be fought alone. There is no shelter, no giver. It's a stranded island.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Independence day eve. Possibly the most peaceful time for me. Nothing at the back of my mind. Had been planning way ahead to chuck everything for today and just relax. Ah well... I wish!

The worst is that it's not just college and the workload that gets you. Suddenly you're swamped with the thoughts and feelings you hate. And I hate it when things get like that. Almost like a cold that never never leaves you, always lurking in the background to get you down any moment.

Need a few songs to hide behind.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

I can't define it. I just can't. I can't seem to grip the feeling. And that leaves me helpless. Having seen a lot, I'd think I'd manage it. I just can't. Almost like everything broke. One final time.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Longing

Suddenly longing for something in the past. Strangely it's like a memory from some book mixed with bits of my past. Something I'd read somewhere, enjoyed immensely, seen myself in the shoes of the protagonist and lived his life. Experiencing the longing he felt, the yearning of a time lost. A time that's lost permanently. This huge shades of the city the story is set in. Something that lends distinctive shades to the feelings. Strangely it's a city I've never visited properly and am/used to be (?) heavily prejudiced about!

There's something about cities. They fascinate me. Not in terms of the fast pace or the perks of urban living. More to do with the mix of people drawn to a city, some there by accident, some by choice, each with a different agenda , crossing and contrasting each others paths and all striving towards some common goal.

At times I feel like I'm an observer standing separate from this mass movement, watching the smallest of things. The passing glance, the deepest of judgements in the most fleeting moments. And other times I'm part of the mass. Riding the highs and lows of all the emotional waves. There are times I end up yearning to be a part of this crowd. Yearning to feel strongly, passionately about someone, something. The perennial quest for reason and meaning manifesting itself? Often ending up associating people, cities to these feelings and then the emotions come flooding through.

Gaah! Such random thoughts can only be attributed to proximity of exams. Back to illusions of a salvageable situation.