Friday, September 17, 2010

"Absent-Minded Love"

Sittin’ in a sandpit,
Life is a short trip,
The music’s for the sad man.

You were five when we first met. A baby in your arms, you held me.
From the genesis of my being, you were with me. I am often referred to as a ‘Tomboy’. Well all thanks to you! You taught me to play football, and helped me hold the bat when we played cricket. I have lost count of the number of times we broke the altar and other stuff at home. You would take me ‘doubles’ on your bike, while I was still working on my tricycle skills. Then you held my bike as I learned to ride the one without ‘guard’ wheels. I still vaguely remember the day I came home from my last day at kindergarten, it was your last day at school too. You carried me and swung me around, ‘Exams are over, yayy, let’s play!’ you said. Remember the times we’d sneak into mama’s cookbooks and royally screw up a recipe! I enjoyed every part of being with you. Then I moved to primary school. You graduated to secondary. We hardly had any time together.
By the time I was 12, you left home to make a life of your own. You left me with your little brother. Way too much time went by. You left while I was still in t-shirts and shorts. Eventually I learned to live without you. You’d come back every once in a while and try to fill yourself in on everything that went on in my life. It was tough. You had your studies, and I had mine.

Then you graduated and came home. I was proud of you, I still am. I knew you wouldn’t stay long, and I know you can’t help it. It’s the nature of your life now. You came back and couldn’t believe your eyes. You expected to see me still wearing your overgrown t-shirt and shorts. Well I grew up too. You couldn’t handle the fact that I had now moved on to short skirts, girl t-shirts, skinny jeans and the like. I stopped playing sports, I started liking boys. You loved me still. You felt the need to protect me, from crazy men, and heartbreaking boys!

You taught me so much including physics, math and chemistry, both scientific and romantic. Then we started fighting, for the first time ever. It’s ironic because I don’t remember fighting since after I turned six. I said the meanest things to you, and I don’t even remember now what you did to deserve that. I knew you would have to go eventually, but I just expected it to take some time. So I kept taking for granted the little time I had with you. But somehow through all our fights, we never had to utter that coveted word ‘Sorry’, because you and I both knew that we were forgiven, for anything we did to the other. That was the closeness. You’d just come around and make me laugh when I was so mad at you. Subconsciously I just sort of expected you to stick around. Somehow you fill home with color whenever you’re here, you make it beautiful. I know lots of people say that their brother/sister is like their best friend and vice-versa, well I don’t. Simply because friends and siblings are two different chapters in a life. Friends may come and go, but siblings stay forever. Family knows you inside out, and they love and accept you faults, disgrace, failure and all. I had to grow up to realize that. Your blood brother, your blood!!. And blood is thicker than any other damn existing liquid . Nothing and no one can ever change that. I remember that day, I said I hated you and that I wanted you to leave.

You left, finally!
Before I know it you’ll be lost somewhere along the Pyramids of Egypt and the Collosseum of Rome, Deserts of UAE and the Alps of Switzerland, you’ll cross the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic, and one day you’ll probably stare out into the open and far-fetched oceans and think of home. For that moment I need you to know, I miss you.
You left. And as I walked down the street today, my absent-minded tears hit the ground, because you left a void, at home and in my heart. You took that elusive beauty you have in you, with you. I sat alone at home listening to music and I stared around, somewhere deep inside just expecting you to come bounding in and watch TV with me. I ran on the treadmill and sort of awaited the moment when you’d come and run on the next one and fiddle with mine and try to get me to lose balalnce. You were so much fun. I watched Bones without you today. And now it’s so weird, because everyone’s asleep and I’m writing this and crying, because I know your alone and on your own now. I know that it gets lonely now, I didn’t know then, I was a kid.
In two months I’ll be legal, and you won’t be there to celebrate with me. Another Christmas and New Year will go by without you. You left me one of your priciest and most loved possessions. I did have my eye on it for quite sometime. And we both know that by the time you return, it may be long gone, you’ll scream at me, I’ll fight back, but at the end of the day we both know that you’ll still love me, because that’s what family is all about. That’s what you are about. It’s almost as if I forget, you have a life. A wise person once said, ’Distance makes the heart grow fonder’, maybe he was right. A million hugs and kisses will never be enough to let you go.

You keep going away, everytime, and I know that in time I will have to let go of you as you make a life of your own. The only hope I lean against, is the fact that I know you will keep coming back, if ever I need you I know you will sail the deepest oceans, and if I need a shoulder to cry on, I know I ALWAYS have you, and you have me. Because that’s what we have between us FOREVER,Absent-Minded love!

Monday, September 13, 2010

*Sail In The Sea*

When a ship leaves port,
It’s gruesome journey has begun,
Through dark nights and stormy waters,
It will have to sail on.
No stopping, no looking back,
Its destination doesn’t matter,
It has to strongly face,
Each rising tide,
Each twisted wave.
When it’s dark, you gotta follow the north star,
Take directions guided by your heart,
The storm will soon be a thing of the past,
And the successful memory is what will last.
Enjoy the present wind,
Forget failed endeavours,
Conquer the open sea,
Look ahead,
And every ray of light will fill you with wonder.
And when the journey comes to an end,
Look at where you’ve been,
The places you’ve seen,
And know that life is just like,
A ‘Sail In The Sea!’

Dedicated to the best brother in the world. Thanks for being who you are. Gud Luck, I love you!

Sunday, August 29, 2010


If you’ve ever listened to real country music, you’ll get what I’m saying. A blend of acoustic guitar, healing piano, soft base and light soulful drumming, coupled with fascinating duets describe Taylor Swift’s music. A perfect genre to begin the day with.

Her lyrics, open and gentle, tell a story, one of a different kind.
It’s through her songs that she expresses her deepest and most sensitive feelings. Taylor is one of the few artists today that write their own songs.
{Swift's lyrics are highly autobiographical; she has said that "If you listen to my albums, it’s like reading my diary." For instance the song "Forever & Always" was inspired by her relationship with Joe Jonas, while the song "Hey Stephen" was written about a guy who opened some shows for her. "Fifteen" was written about her freshman year of high school. It has been said that her lyrics "can be tinged with acid: the quiet loner girl getting one over on the cheerleaders, or a caustic payback for the boy who dumped her." She's also indicated that she tries to write so her fans can relate to the lyrics, saying "My goal is to never write songs that my fans can't relate to."}

Some of my all time favorite Taylor Swift songs include, ‘Change’, ‘You’re not Sorry’, ‘Fearless’ and ‘Mary’s Song’.

‘Change’ talks about defeat, how sometimes in life all that seems great slips out your hands when you’ve almost had it all to yourself. She talks about how people sometimes can be cruel enough to cause you as much inconvenience as possible to stop you from getting to your goal. The song describes those feelings of hard defeat, when you want to give up everything you’ve ever worked for, just because people and things and the world get in your way and it seems it’s not worth it anymore.
She goes on to say...
“You can walk away and say we don't need this
But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this”

“Tonight we standed on our knees
To fight for what we worked for all these years
And the battle was long, it's the fight of our lives
Will we stand up champions tonight?”

In a very delicate manner Taylor opens our eyes to the fact that life will always have its ups and downs, we cannot avoid people or situations. She sings about how we should learn to be strong and fight till the end without letting go. She says that only if we do likewise, will we have a ‘revolution’, only ‘cause we never gave in.’

“It was the night things changed, can you see it now?
These walls that they put up to hold us back fell down
It's a revolution, throw your hands up, 'cause we never gave in”

‘You’re not Sorry’
An amazing song...begins with heartfelt piano accompanied by soft violin.
It tells the story of a girl who has been lied to, time and again. One who keeps ignoring the lies, just to keep the guy in her life.

“And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before.”

She talks about how he comes back to her only when he’s low and needs to talk, because he knows she’s the only one who will listen and accept him. He’s the guy who keeps saying he’s sorry just when he needs her. And though it takes her a long time, she finally has the courage to let go and stop hurting herself for love.

“And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
You're not sorry, no, no, oh”

It deepens the thought of how people can be so randomly selfish and absurd towards the feelings of someone they used to love. In a way it broadens the aspect of trust and insecurity in a relationship, and the crazy things we do sometimes for love, which we don’t realize will never be worth it. Sometimes it’s just not worth going that extra mile.
All in all, perfect lyrics, accompanied by great music;
Beautiful song.


The title track of her debut album, ‘Fearless’ vaguely describes the magic and simplicity of falling in love for the first time. Taylor sings about everything that a girl feels before, during and after a date. It’s amazing the way she has described the scenes in the song so well, they actually seem to come to life when sung out loud.

“There's somethin' 'bout the way
The street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement
you walk me to the car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot
Oh yeah”

“And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first

The song, very vividly lets you imagine, the fear and at the same time excitement that accompanies those irreplaceable moments.
It describes a girl’s feelings as she goes out with the guy she’s in love with and has her first kiss.

“You pull me in and I'm a little more brave
It's the first kiss,
It's flawless,
Really something,
It's fearless.”

Here Taylor uses a very simple approach that absent-mindedly draws the attention of her listeners. Simple and straight lyrics, not twisted and turned. Just open and innocent young love. Hats off to her. She just keeps getting better and better.

Friday, August 20, 2010

The Circle of Life

“Birds of a feather flock together”

Just a quote I thought I’d start with.
A few days back , I was walking past the college canteen, when my eyes chanced upon one particular table. There was a group of friends hanging out. But what caught my attention was the multi-cultural ethic, that those guys displayed. One of the boys was playing acoustic guitar, another singing along, yet another had a football at his feet, a girl was engrossed in reading a novel and just one girl was satisfying her gastronomical desires.

It was at that moment that I just pondered at the irony of life. We go through our whole life trying to be our idea of perfection and in the process we miss out on life.

This thought took my memories back to my school days. I vaguely remember getting lost in the crowd, not knowing where I stand, being a little here and a little there, playing a jack of all trades, master of none, and all this in the name of social acceptance. My complex or rather lack of it was drowning my talents and dragging my dreams into the gutter. Slowly over the years, as I matured, I learned a lot about life and living. Writing my soul out has always been a heartfelt passion. I could lose myself to it. Music was another pillar I found my heart leaning against. This is when I learnt the art of adding rhythm to rhyme.

As I entered college, I slowly began to find my place. I learned to let go of friends I came with upto here and move on with new ones. I met new people with a variety of interests. Some concerning me, some not.

There’s the art and graphics group, the ones that have an impeccable aptitude for the subject. They are the ones that have their minds fixed on getting us a breathtaking backdrop, or designing our much needed props. A picturesque stroke is all they have to cast, to get an Einstein applaud. I’ve happened to notice though that people who have their heart buried in the arts, tend to have their feelings stroked out there too. The are the ones that work behind the scenes, the ones that hide from all the showbiz. ‘Silently talented’ is how I like to describe them. They understand the colors of the rainbow better than any of us. I don’t exactly fit into this cliché, though I have quite a few mates striding along this landscape. And I have to say they make for great friends. Maybe it’s because of the great listening skills, or maybe just the freedom to pour your heart out to them. But through this all they definitely make this world a wonderfully colorful place to live in.

Then you come across the ones that do drama. Oh the pretence! Here you can’t distinguish the real and the reel. Someday they’re probably going to be paid to cry on cue. They are the ones that move around the place, one day as school kids, the next as parents, the next as grandparents, and you’ll never suspect a thing. They tend to be the dramatic, talkative ones. They add bright rays to the otherwise seemingly dull plays. They can be sad one minute and overly joyous the next. But through all this they can get you through your roughest days, simply by putting a smile on your face with their antics and role-play.

Then there’s the sporty guys. These guys are all “Yo dude! What up!!” and the like. You give them their football or hockey, or instrument of sport and you can be sure to get rid of them for a couple of hours. They tend to display physical strength on the field, and emotional toughness off it. Generally people who play sports are known to be very strong hearted. They tend to keep feelings in their heart and get rid of anger pangs and frustration on the field. Usually known to be jovial, they’ll help you laugh out your worries and unreasonable cares. With a swing of a bat, or a kick of a ball, these guys can swing your mind away to a winning destination in the moment. And that’s what they’re all about.

And the ones I’ll love for as long as I live, the ones I can connect with, they are the ones who share my passion, desire and goals. I’m talking about the ones that can bring out your deepest feelings, with the strum of a chord. Yes, you guessed that one right, I’m talking about the musicians.
We’ll melt the toughest of hearts with our soulful lyrics and heart-stopping beats. Being with my music takes me away from the hustle and bustle of life. I lose myself in the moment. All our deepest feelings we tend to pen down and and sing out. No we don’t talk much, we prefer to save our thoughts for a beautiful melody. And yeah we make for great friends. We’ll sing you a love song, play you an apology, or simply strum a smile onto your face, and before you know it, we’ll be such great pals, you find it hard to let us go. That’s how we’ll turn your life into a wonderful musical, you’ll see!

I could go on with all the types of people who make my world and yours such a great place to live in. Sure each of us have a certain type of cliché we can’t stand. But hey, guess what, they too make up what we like to call ‘The World’. So like it or not they too are going to be a part of
your life. Life wouldn’t be the same if any particular type of individual was missing. It’s all of us put together that paint out a picturesque stroke, cry away the hurt, kick away the pain and sing out the fears and joys. Together we make our life into a movie, one that has a perfect ending, and somewhere along the line we realize that it took each move and every talent to make it a success.
Maybe that’s what life is about. It’s not about flocking together with your folk, its about learning to give yourself up to whoever needs you the most at the moment.
Maybe that’s why I need to stop now, because my mom’s yelling for me to come into the kitchen to help and I got to practice what I preach right?. So got to go!



I just stop and stare,
I think about you,
And the times you said, 'I'll always be there'
I miss you,
But there's not much I can do,
I sit around thinking,
The memories are few,
Life takes a weird turn each day,
All I can do,
Is sit back and take the ride,
And it hurts,
Coz I just can't seem to take it in my stride.
My mind wanders,
I'm lost for the moment,
I close my eyes and I see you,
In my dreams,
Just there,
Being you...
I wonder if you ever think of me,
Ever miss me,
I'll never know,
It gets scary at times,
Knowing I might never see you again,
And I simply pick up a pen,
And put it into rhyme.
Though sometimes I wish I could "pause" life,
And relive the moments I had with you,
I would have held on tighter,
And kissed you deeper,
But I don't blame myself,
Coz there was no way I could've known,
So for now I can live with myself,
And dwell,
On the little things that make me smile,
Like you..
In my heart..

Everytime I shed a tear,
I let a piece of me fall apart,
This silence breaks my already shattered heart,
Memories flood my mind each night,
I dread to think of what lies ahead,
I’m just left hanging on by a thread,
The moments we shared together,
The experiences, good and bad,
We were with each other through it all,
Each time your love would break my fall,
There’s no other ‘YOU’ in this world,
No one to refill the emptiness you left,
I sit here in the silent darkness,
Thinking of you till my heart bleeds,
Tears choke me up each night,
I’m blinded by my lack of insight,
I didn’t see what was coming,
I let love lead the way,
I didn’t guess that somewhere along the path,
We’d go our own way.
I reminisce moments from the past,
Didn’t think that this wouldn’t last,
We went from strangers to friends,
And fell in love,
Then there was no turning back,
The charm of love knitted us together,
But somewhere down the line,
The sword of fate ripped us apart,
We were both off to a new start.
In these days,
In my small world,
The stars seem to shine less brightly,
And the light I’d seen in my life seems dim,
No drug can take these feelings away,
No matter what the doctor may say,
It doesn’t seem to matter,
Coz you’re not there,
To hold my hand and to care,
I knew I had to let go,
But I wanted to keep holding on,
I didn’t want us to go from,