“Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away”.

When you smile, I smile with you,
When you cry, I feel it too,
You are my soul, my heart coming out to you,

Be my eyes when I can’t see,
Be my voice when I can’t speak,
Be my life when darkness creeps on me,

Hoo, sajna sajna sajna re,
Hai just sajna sajna sajna re
Sajna sajna sajna re
Hai just sajna sajna sajna re

Throw the stars that shine so bright,
Cross the sky and cross the night,
Making ways to be right by your side

Hold me close don’t let me go
Hold me tight don’t you say no
Save the love we have for ever more

Ho, sajna sajna sajna re,
Hai just sajna sajna sajna re
Sajna sajna sajna re
Hai just sajna sajna sajna re

Save me, when my dream catches fire
Spare me, in my only desire
Wake me, when the pain is over
Take me, now (Take me, now) ...2

When you smile, I smile with you,
When you cry, I feel it too,
You are my soul, my heart coming out to you,

Be my eyes when I can't see,
Be my voice when I can't speak,
Be my life when darkness creeps on me,

Through the stars that shine so bright,
Cross the sky and cross the night,
Making ways to be right by your side

Hold me close don’t let me go
Hold me tight don’t you say no
Save the love we have for ever more...

Little Round Mirrors







All alone
On the floor
Next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress
The door
Is ajar
From afar
You can hear bands practicing
And When they dream they all
Dream of somebody like you
Somebody who takes what they make
Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do
And when you dream
You dream of a day...
When you find something you could love half as much
As you love all your little round mirrors
See yourself reflected in one, theres a hole in the middle
You can't seem to fill
Bring them home
Watch them go
All you know is you hope they'll hurry back
And you cry
Then you lie your frail body down
Like a penny on a railroad track
And even if they stay in touch
The past stays in the past
But every time
You crash a little bit harder than the last
And every time you crash don't you
Wanna find something you could love
Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors
See yourself reflected in one
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill
A shooting star is
A little piece of
Cosmic debris desperately wanting to fall to earth
It doesn't get too far
It's not a real star
It's hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir
Shoulder to shoulder
Up on our tip-toes
Chewing our fingers
And craning our necks
Just to see
Quite the collection
Divide by section
It's just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone
On the floor next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress
The door
Still ajar
There you are and now you're coming to stay until
You can find someone who will love you as much
As you love all your little round mirrors
Murdering your time in cold blood
There's a whole in the middle you can't seem to fill

Aug 26th -

I am unsuspecting in my car when the radio serves me up a little piece of nostalgia:

Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls.

I had just turned 15 the summer it first played on the air but i remember listening to it for the first during high school years. Close to a decade and I can still taste 2000 like it was yesterday.
I was in the middle of my first love. It was glorious and it was heady and it felt so ****ing important, like this was it. ( But of course time,things and people definitely change ...).
I remember talking on the phone for hours and sleeping until 1pm and stalking MTV to catch my favorite videos specially this song and those posters on my wall.I remember leaving home and moving to my grandparents basement and the dread of changing schools, leaving my friends, missing out.I remember the stolen kisses and the not knowing and the secrets, some shared, others kept.I still remember those tears and fears and learning what it means to be strong.

And I remember always, always turning the volume up when this song came on the tv,
and now for once really understanding what they were singing about.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

Murphy's Law

If life is governed by laws then mine for sure goes only with Murphy's Law ...

So some variations for the Murphy's Law :

Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself.

If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.

When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged tone.

Celibacy is not hereditory.

When the body is immersed in water, the telephone rings.

A short cut is the longest distance between two points.

Anything good in life is either 'illegal', 'immoral' or 'fattening'.

The light at the end of the tunnel is the headlamp of the oncoming train.

Friends come and go, but enemies will accumulate.

Beauty is only skin deep, ugly goes to the bone.

Never argue with a fool people might not know the difference. ( I strictly follow this one )

Anything you try to fix will always take longer and cost more than you have thought.

In order to get a loan, you must first prove that you don't need it.

The chance of the slice of bread falling butter side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.

When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will . ( Now this is called the Law of Result happens to me almost everyday )

People with seats farthest from the aisle arrive last. ( Law of Theater)

The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone with who you don't want to be seen.

Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.

Murphy's Golden Rule : "Whoever has the gold makes the rules".

Murphy was an optimist

Life is a Beach ...

I learned how to swim by the unrecommended method of throwing a kid into a pool and seeing what happens.

Here's what happened:

My first “swimming” lesson was when I was 5 and consisted not so much of swimming but of the “superman” maneuver. It was practiced at local club , where us kids were encouraged to push off from the sides and “glide” with arms outstretched until momentum prevented us from going any further. .

For some reason, I remember pool shopping only because I was to fascinated with the colorful plastic tubes and surf boards. My swimming classes were usually on the weekends and my father always made sure he was there in the pool with me since the pool had no access point or ladder, he could stand at the side and lift me over the edge.

Not yet being a swimmer, my mother blew up an inner tube for me, and tossed it in the pool. Then my father swung me over and tossed me at the tube. His aim was good, but remember that I was small, and I passed neatly through the donut hole and was quickly sinking towards the bottom.

My mother was around to see what promised to be the first jubilant splash, looked on, horrified, as the little me seemed to drown before her eyes. And, there being no ladder yet installed, and me being out of arm's length, there was no way to reach me. So she just stood there and watched.

I flailed my limbs but they just sliced through the non-resistance of the water. My little round body went down, down, down, and though too young to understand the mechanism of breathing, I felt the burning of water in my lungs, which seemed to scream up! up! Up! Somehow I managed to reverse my sinking body and I broke the surface of the water, spluttering and coughing. When I had sufficient breath, I yelled to my mom “Did you see me? I swam! I swam!” and she muttered her praise while looking at my father guiltily out of the corners of her eyes. I should have been a little pink blob on the bottom of the pool but instead I was clinging to the siding screaming at others to join me in my newfound splashy freedom. A smarter kid might have clutched to the inflated tube, but once I had defied death that first time, I wanted to go deeper, faster, longer.

Many years later, many swimming lessons later, I consider myself to be a strong swimmer, which is a good thing because this time I have been tossed into the metaphorical deep end, and once again, the flotation device is just out of reach.

Life throws you into these sink-or-swim situations and it's amazing how powerful our sense of preservation is. We paddle on, no matter how many waves crash over our heads, no matter how many stitches we have in our sides or how tired we get. But what happens when you are thrown into the dark and forbidding water not alone, but with a weaker swimmer?

These are the moments in life that are infinitely hard: the days when we've just been treading water; the days when we've been slipping under; the days when we can barely keep our heads above the water line. I don't want to drown while trying to save someone else, some days I don't even know that I can save myself, and yet I can't not try, I can't. So I'm trying not to drown, not to let either of us drown, but it's hard. It's hard enough to fight the current on your own, but with the extra burden, progress is slow, and sometimes the undertow is stronger than I, and I feel us both being pulled back out toward the uninviting expanse and I think how nice it would be to relax my muscles, take a few deep gulps of water and let swirling water suck me under. But other days I see the shore, or I think I see it, on the horizon, if I squint real hard and ignore the burning sun. I stroke through the water like crazy, hoping to feel the sand between my toes before long, and I tell myself to just keep swimming.

I am trying hard not to drown. Oh yes, life's a beach.