Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies
And I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come?
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Lunch Time
After a crazy weekend, inexcusable behaviour, advice from every corner, "I understand. I always do" and "Let's do some match making", it was nice to just sit in a nondescript joint with someone and unabashedly share how you feel. The magic lies in the fact that this person doesn't judge you, listens to you and laughs with you. He understands why you hold onto your ideals and values (whatever few you claim to have) and knows that you'll be okay. Even he thinks that this generation is far too stupid, competitive, experimental to pass on any good to the future. One minute he talks to you about his passion and the next, the spotlight is on you. He knows that a dream is a dream, however big or small and is not something one ridicules. The conversation moves from music, flowers, life to travel, education and mad experiences. Most of all, he knows how to treat a woman. May be that's what sets him apart from the "boys".
Your chocolates will be delivered soon.
I'm glad you didn't get lost in the jungles of Shimoga.
Your chocolates will be delivered soon.
I'm glad you didn't get lost in the jungles of Shimoga.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Mood Swingy...
Sees grey and dark grey. Smells nothing. Feels the unexplainable. But will still try to explain.
Wants a break from the vicious cycle because muddleheaded-ness does nobody any good. Wants to scream out loud, sob till the tears dry up and pull out all the fluff in the pillows. At least shows signs of a little sanity because the other option would be to bludgeon the object(s). Has always possessed a violent streak. Has tried three times to spell the V word and feels like erasing the dotted red line. V-I-O-L-E-N-T. There.
Wants zero communication with the world. Like the protagonist of a recent movie. Wants a holiday in a small little place with lots of water. Like the female protagonist of a book recently read. Books. Now there's bright spot!
Wants a burst of creativity and flash of madness. Wants peace of mind.
Tired. Crabby. On the brink of break down. Wants damage control.
Wants a break from the vicious cycle because muddleheaded-ness does nobody any good. Wants to scream out loud, sob till the tears dry up and pull out all the fluff in the pillows. At least shows signs of a little sanity because the other option would be to bludgeon the object(s). Has always possessed a violent streak. Has tried three times to spell the V word and feels like erasing the dotted red line. V-I-O-L-E-N-T. There.
Wants zero communication with the world. Like the protagonist of a recent movie. Wants a holiday in a small little place with lots of water. Like the female protagonist of a book recently read. Books. Now there's bright spot!
Wants a burst of creativity and flash of madness. Wants peace of mind.
Tired. Crabby. On the brink of break down. Wants damage control.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
At The Movies
The first one is No doubt funny, but the typical "bollywood" idea of comedy. If you miss it, you haven't missed anything.
Road, Movie - Fabulous camera work. A thrilling idea. A rather pointless truck ride. No remarkable acting skills. But yes, I can't seem to stop singing "sar jo tera chakaraye". Guess I expected something very different. Left the theatre with a crinkled nose.
The last good Hindi movie that I watched was Ishqiya. We need more of those.
Play this like a movie.
"So you're from Bangalore, eh? I'm from Kolkatta." Next thing I knew, she had made me shift all my luggage to her room and we were walking towards the dining hall. After a quick meal, we got back to the room and started arranging our stuff. I noticed that she had two packets of Pure Magic (Chocolate) biscuits and I decided that I liked her already. Slowly revealing that she was a fan of The Beatles, Dylan and that she played the piano only helped swing the case in her favour. This was going to be a very enjoyable stay.
The next day was packed with lectures, presentations and lots of learning. I was dealing with certain concepts for the first time. They were complex albeit interesting. They pushed me to think. Sitting in a class filled with people who owned multiple degrees and several years of experience left me a little lost but I knew I'd last. The first set of classes whizzed past and before I realised it, it was time to go home and gear myself up for the work that followed.
Meeting deadlines. Studying. Studying some more. Writing. Receiving feedback. Dunno when the first semester ended and it was time to go back. By then I had new things to distract me. The next few months didn't turn out the way I would've liked them to but I survived.
Third Semester - A mind blowing class on language, an extension of Child Psychology and finally Sociology became like-able. Apart from that, there were trips to Town, movies, conversations over meals, loads of music and everyday I discovered something new. Ah, and thank heavens for the friendships that got redefined.
Back home and it felt like I was on a high... perpetually. The field work just increased the levels. I was blown! I knew that work would never be mundane and mechanical. There was so much to think, do, create and pass on... and having Padmini as a mentor was the biggest blessing.
The last trip. Every class was a fulfilling experience. Juggling language, history, civics, geography and policies was one helluva task. Then came the "scary" presentation and 10000 word report. Well, I got to see the days beyond them. The last semester bound everything for me - Learning, relationships, passion, and of course, my To Do lists.
Monday night, our results were declared. When I look back now, amidst all the whining, cribbing and moments of zero motivation, there were times where I've felt thankful for all that I have. The expansive pool of knowledge we were introduced to, the lighter side of the serious academicians we were exposed to, the late night confessions and admissions in the four walls of the hostel room, tying everyone with the thread of music, getting Jenny to not think of certain things, embarrassing ourselves in the dining hall, fun in Ambrosia with chocolate cake being massacred, "Rani bar", exploring the city by the sea, realising how little we actually know and how eager we are to learn, graduating from one of the finest institutions in the country, feeling powerful and alive..... It was so worth it!
The journey always is the destination.
Let's give it up for the MAEE batch of 2008-2010. Big hug to all of you!
"So you're from Bangalore, eh? I'm from Kolkatta." Next thing I knew, she had made me shift all my luggage to her room and we were walking towards the dining hall. After a quick meal, we got back to the room and started arranging our stuff. I noticed that she had two packets of Pure Magic (Chocolate) biscuits and I decided that I liked her already. Slowly revealing that she was a fan of The Beatles, Dylan and that she played the piano only helped swing the case in her favour. This was going to be a very enjoyable stay.
The next day was packed with lectures, presentations and lots of learning. I was dealing with certain concepts for the first time. They were complex albeit interesting. They pushed me to think. Sitting in a class filled with people who owned multiple degrees and several years of experience left me a little lost but I knew I'd last. The first set of classes whizzed past and before I realised it, it was time to go home and gear myself up for the work that followed.
Meeting deadlines. Studying. Studying some more. Writing. Receiving feedback. Dunno when the first semester ended and it was time to go back. By then I had new things to distract me. The next few months didn't turn out the way I would've liked them to but I survived.
Third Semester - A mind blowing class on language, an extension of Child Psychology and finally Sociology became like-able. Apart from that, there were trips to Town, movies, conversations over meals, loads of music and everyday I discovered something new. Ah, and thank heavens for the friendships that got redefined.
Back home and it felt like I was on a high... perpetually. The field work just increased the levels. I was blown! I knew that work would never be mundane and mechanical. There was so much to think, do, create and pass on... and having Padmini as a mentor was the biggest blessing.
The last trip. Every class was a fulfilling experience. Juggling language, history, civics, geography and policies was one helluva task. Then came the "scary" presentation and 10000 word report. Well, I got to see the days beyond them. The last semester bound everything for me - Learning, relationships, passion, and of course, my To Do lists.
Monday night, our results were declared. When I look back now, amidst all the whining, cribbing and moments of zero motivation, there were times where I've felt thankful for all that I have. The expansive pool of knowledge we were introduced to, the lighter side of the serious academicians we were exposed to, the late night confessions and admissions in the four walls of the hostel room, tying everyone with the thread of music, getting Jenny to not think of certain things, embarrassing ourselves in the dining hall, fun in Ambrosia with chocolate cake being massacred, "Rani bar", exploring the city by the sea, realising how little we actually know and how eager we are to learn, graduating from one of the finest institutions in the country, feeling powerful and alive..... It was so worth it!
The journey always is the destination.
Let's give it up for the MAEE batch of 2008-2010. Big hug to all of you!
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