Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
How many stars are in the sky tonight? Do the same stars appear every night? Or are they different ones? Stars are so many light years away from us. In that case are we looking at the past when we look at the stars? Isn’t it true that the present day state of the star will only be visible to us after many light years?
I am literally gasping for breath. I am so stressed out of work that I feel like running away. Sometimes, it’s so simple to be ordinary! Why do we have the urge to excel? Is career so important or is passion over rated? It’s confusing because I feel good about my work but I have no one to share it with.
Olden days were great. Friends had time for you and you had time for friends. With time, time fades away. You realize you live an illusion.
I miss Archana and being with her. I miss taking bike rides with Vikram and eating Parathas off his lunch box . . .I miss craking jokes with Shreethi .. . I miss being bossed over by Amit . . Laughing out loud with Nandini . .. Discussing bizarre things with Amila . .
Singing and Pjing with Sahu . . . talking to Praj . . .being arty with Rash . .Watching movies with
I MISS IT ALL . . .
Saturday, June 20, 2009
You switch on TV channels today and all you find is reality TV. Talent shows get the cream. Any channel you know has a talent show and its disturbing to see how many lives are disturbed because of this. These shows produce one day wonders and buy the time the contest reaches its finals, a thousand lives are already at stake.
Real talent has to be nurtured. Like real flowers need to bloom and die on a plant and not decay on a bouquet, real talents need to be nurtured and guided properly. One has to grow as a person before he gains popularity or before he can actually handle popularity. You can be talented, but for you to shine out as a star you need personality and this personality has to root out from within oneself. You can twinkle a day and vanish away, but for you to be a real star – you need to eternally shimmer. . and that demands for a lot of fuel.
Friday, June 19, 2009
I can’t believe I am out of college and now in a career and all that. I think Growing old makes you so boring. Being a child is a real bliss. When you are kid, you are so close to nature. Physically too you are very close to the earth, and because of the closeness you let the greenery to flourish in your heart. When you grow old, you grow taller and away from the earth and you too let the emptiness of the sky fill in you.
Why should we grow? Why should all the greenery go away? Why do we need to reach the sky? The higher we fly, the greater we fall . . .
I wish I could be a child once again …and fall as many times in a day as I did . . and yet keep smiling and not be hurt . .
I wish I could be blissful
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I was sitting in may shooting location today. The place is awesome. Almost like a farm house. Cut far away from the maddening crowd. You find a lot of silence here. Silence is not always pleasant. Some times it pierces your ears with its latent sound.
Silence is like the color black. Just like black absorbs all colors. . silence is the furnace of the loudest noises one can hear. External sounds divert you from within. Silence draws you closer to your self. Your self is now so loud that you can barely take the noise that emerges from within.
The deepest noise from within me was musical. Yet it was disharmonious. The melodies were layered. One layer had the four seasons violin concerto by Vivaldi and the other layer was the background score from the film psycho. The melodious string quartets were disturbed by the cut sounds of the psychotic music.
Melodies and chaos cannot co exist. Yet, when they do, they deafen your logical reasoning. One cant be sad all the time. One cant be happy all the time either. But if a person is happy and sad at the same time, he will go mad soon. . . .
I caress you with my hands,
And smell your fragrance . . .
I obsess about you
And honor your arrogance
I always love you for why you were
But I will never know if I can love you for what you have become…
Distance has a blessing
Distance has a curse
What is all the blessings worth
If you are left alone to savor the curse
You have gone so far away, that I can touch you no more
Caress you no more..
I can smell you no more and
Obsess about you no more. .
You are now just a memory
A thing of the past
I deserve more than loyalty
Not a love occasionally found and usually lost.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
My new facets :) photography is so magical.