Tuesday, December 6, 2011

to beautiful mornings/to good hangovers

i never believed in the myth
of good hangovers
until i woke up today
to soft sunshine and a lazy breeze

nowhere to go
and nothing to do
could it get better
on a day like this

so i did what i do when i feel good
i put on some music
let it bounce off the walls
and right then a happy morning followed
a beautiful night

give in to the memories of last night
remember the moment you chose to let go
because that's the only thing
you need to carry with you

as you shout to get heard
over the loud music
you realize even the darkest song
has a melody underneath the noise

tipped over by happy spirits
hazy heads bob up an down
dancing with strangers
is sweet abandon.

Monday, October 17, 2011


Poppy is a happy girl. I love the sound of that !! As if how can someone called poppy can ever not be happy :). Yes, she is sweet, warm, funny and nice - a little too nice sometimes, your general do-gooder. A soft ball of sweet sunshine wrapped in wool. She lives in the world we live in and nothing seems to get her down. I just loved her playful unflappable spirit. Shes gotta go down as one of the most lovable characters I have ever seen in movies.

We always wonder if we are happy. We often ask ourselves - why not? We love blaming the place and the time we live in, love coming up with theories, pipe dreams, what-ifs, if-onlys and what-nots. Sometimes we go after the little things our hearts desire but more often than not we postpone the very thing that needs to be done. It all seems so complicated - this business of finding happiness and meaning. This business of life. Or maybe it's not. I don't know :).

Friday, October 7, 2011

a few images i loved ..

Found these at http://workisnotajob.com.

Slept through most of the day. So can't sleep. Didn't even try actually. Sleep should come by itself. Sleep should come easy. And you should only sleep when you can't keep your eyes open anymore. Like it happens to me most nights. Not tonight though. But I don't mind it at all.

To lie awake at night willfully and not worry about the next day is a freedom I often long for. :)

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Express(way) poetry

the rain started in earnest
then suddenly stopped
as if it just remembered
"oops .. had to go somewhere else !"


the little droplets
were up to something
falling off the glass
beautiful patterns
forever in making
never to form
as the twin wipers
wiped them clean
in synchronized fury


Friday, July 15, 2011


I loved the title. And when I finished the movie, I realized there could have been no other title. And yes, the picture is right. It is about a man pushing his cart. And his life along with it.
This one takes you in slowly, almost indifferently as if it wouldn't matter if you didn't care. Offers you no comforts, no solace, dashes every little hope you build along the way (like we so innocently do when we watch movies, or read stories) and yet leaves you hopeful in the end. It's full of so many everyday moments, awkward and sweet, real and beautiful and sad too. In fact it's made up entirely of real things - hoping hearts, weary smiles and eyes that give nothing yet everything away. It gets you without even trying to and therein lies it's honest beauty. It's a little sad yes but doesn't leave you so. The most beautiful moments in life are often paradoxical. In that way it's a little like life. A little too much.

Monday, June 20, 2011

the dreamife of angels ..

i mustered enough time and enough attention span to watch a movie today. after ages it seems. happy about that :) also happy about sleeping in my own bed :) here is to catching up on lost sleep. and to deep sleep dreaming.

about the movie .. not much to say right now. except that i am happy i watched it.

Monday, May 16, 2011

A sky full of promises ...

Woke up to cloudy skies. May be it will rain today. May be it wont. But right now, the promise is beautiful enough for me.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Wonders Of The Solar System: Empire Of The Sun

Happened to chance upon this while channel surfing. The first episode of the "Wonders Of The Solar System" series on BBC Entertainment today. Totally Awesome !!!
An utterly charming presenter, Professor Brian Cox has that infectious way people have when they are so obviously talking about the things they love. So often, the beauty of science is lost in the dryness of its approach. This one brings back the wonder !!!

Stunning visuals - Wild rivers, the heart of the amazonian forests, extinct volcanoes, the driest desert and the magical northern lights or the "Aurora Borealis" (in pic). The story of the sun, it's birth and the imminent (may be not by our scale of time, but yes imminent it is) death is told through the green of the leaves and the white blue of the surging waters. And they always always keep it real. My fav part is a beautiful long shot of a lone man with a telescope on a mountain top against the vastness of the night.

Made me think about my life and how little my daily pursuits mean in the life of this universe. A little late in the day to become an astronomer now but I can always look at the sky and peace out. Maybe buy a telescope when I am a little richer, and may be have a kid and show him the stars. I think gazing at the stars keeps you humble.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

in between books :)

the pleasure of finishing a book is followed by another pleasure - of being bookless for a while. feel a little weight lost in your bag when you leave home. your fingers need not be bookmarks anymore when you look out the window in the bus. look at the highway, the speeding cars, the birds, the breeze, the salt fields in the morning light. watch the world in slo-mo or fast cuts, as you choose. it's all lovely. nothing to go back to. nothing to come back to. nothing not to forget behind.

and when you come home from work, go take a look at your shelf. your modest treasure lies in these dusty ruins. not too long though, for you already know which one to pick next. the pleasure of finishing a book is followed by another pleasure - starting a new one.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

In The City Of Sylvia

Just finished my second viewing. Pure delight. A veritable treat. A loving long look at all things beautiful. An open celebration of the sometimes guilty pleasure of watching people. A story of half finished sketches, of romances unfinished and never begun and of the ineffable beauty of the fleeting human gaze. Of the tyranny of memory which sometimes drives you to mild obsessions. Of an artist, a lover, a poet in the city of Sylvia.