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Saturday, May 19, 2007

COME UNDONE

Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed, with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you was created for you

(can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can't I believe you're taking
my heartTo pieces)

Oh, it'll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now

[pre chorus]
We'll try to stay blind
To the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry

[chorus]
Who do you need,who do you love
When you come undone

Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers

(Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces)

Lost, in a snow filled sky, we'll make it alright
To come undone now

K meets D in NC *la di la* :> --- TAKE TWO

K is at the metro station, getting a coin. turns to look around, and in walks THE DUDE again, this time holding his drum kit and other accessories. spots her, gives the 'D' grin.

K starts moving ahead. suddenly, "what! you cant even wait for me or offer to help me? what a chic man! i mean seriously!" Point taken, help offered. thrice. refused. thrice. great! let us go on!



K is not used to the metro platforms, so confused. D acts sweet and helps her. that's entirely a different issue that both gotta go to KB!

train awaits. K rushes towards it. D asks her to wait. say, "I'm tired. lets sit and talk for a while, we'll take the next one." great! K thinks, but agrees.

they sit and talk. he looks at her phone, thinks its a 'cute toy, apt for babies', smirks and hands it back. she just laughs... way too drained at the end of the day.

oh! here comes the train. both get in. D rushes and grabs a seat, saves one for K. sweet.

D gives her a once over. "god! look at what venky has done to you! you used to be so much fun!" she tries to explain that after a full day at college then 4 hours at NC in the sun, any babe would look like something the cat dragged in, not that she is either she hastens.

he merely smirks. Ha!

they look around. she has a weird drooling baby on her other side who keeps staring at her. D thinks its funny. "ooh! look! the baby has the 'hots' for you!" K is too drained to argue. they talk general stuff. suddenly the voice says, "the next station is patel chowk. please mind..."

oh, patel chowk... WHAT!! Patel chowk!!?? what the fuck!? where did rajiv chowk go? both look at each other, laugh. then grimace. they get off at the station, wait at the platform near the book store.

close by, a middle aged couple is standing_ aunty holding packets of namkeen and uncle busy hogging them. Ha! D and K look at each other and grin.

D starts about his band. suddenly, there is this weird blasting sound with CHANGING SCALES! oh! the uncle farted!! hahahaha. K tries to discretely turn her laughter into a cough.

but not D!

He comes close to her and 'whispers' in her ear, "you know what! that man just farted! and how?..." oh... he explains with audio effects, not bothering to lower the volume throughout! :

uncle turns, aunty turns. both stare. K wants to die, be swallowed by this earth! but no such blessing.

mercifully, the train arrives. both have to stand. they stand side by side, talking about nothing and something-- D, his band, his gluttony, his band, his love for beer. and his band. lol.

soon, the station arrives. both get off. "catchya later man! adios!" *grins*



***********************************END*********************************************

K meets D in NC *la di la* :> --- TAKE ONE

hah! this is a hilarious one. an account of one of the visits to the north campus. this happened a while ago... but hadnt bothered to post it till now. splitting it into 2 parts. happy reading! :>

TAKE ONE
K coming out of Stephen's with A, talking. suddenly someone shouts her name. looks around. sees no one. continues walking. again, "kritika!". looks across the street....oh! D coming out of Hindu College.
*grins on both the sides* D crosses the road in ultimate 'dude' style.
D's accompanied by a friend too, so introductions on both sides. some other friends of the great one come along... "yo, D! great performance on the drums the other day man! your band seriously rocks!" dialogue over, muah muah on each side, and the friends depart. D focuses his attention back on us ordinary mortals.
"So kritika, going to 'K Nags'? wanna walk with me till there? i know a short cut, or you gonna take a 'rick'!?"
no, thank you, kritika prefers a 'rick'.
"Aight then! seeya around! *grins*

*************************END OF TAKE ONE*******************************

Friday, May 11, 2007

Awaken – Them Clones

Watch you grow on my own
Am I alive, yes I wait alone
Watch you breathe ready to disown
Needles and pins are reflections of my soul

Bathe in the silver sun
Moon at night brighter than the cosmic light
You my moon will flow
and flood my mind
Meet you there in the depths of skies
Don’t say goodbye, I trust you to lie

An affair with misery
Clandestine starves of my ecstasy
Bleed my pride when u put me to sleep
Goodbye goodbye don’t say coz I trust you to lie(Trust you to lie)


Awaken to sweet rhythm
Dream that unfolds creations
Awaken to sweet rhythm
Dreams of echoes left alone.

Friday, May 4, 2007

PRAY FOR ME BROTHER...

Pray for me brother
Pray for me brother
Pray for me sister
Are you searchin’….
Pray for me brother
Lookin’ for the answers
To all the questions
In my life Will I be alone
Will you be there By my side
Is it something he said Is it something he did
I wonder why He is searchin
For the answersTo stay alive...
and so goes the latest charbuster by A.R.Rehman. The first time i listened to this song, it gave me goosebumps. I mean literally! It brought to my mind the image that i associate with all those homeless street urchins alike- a toddy 2 yr old with a scrawny brown face covered with dirt and grime with huge wideset black eyes that twinkle like a flickering candle as they stare at you with eyebrows creased with suspicion. that small wraithlike body, torn discolored, dirty rags for clothes and crumbs which they gather from the bins, streets, traffic lights are their only 'possessions'. And this is the life which is more or less in store for them for the rest of their life.

In India, 90% of street children are working children with regular family ties who live with their families, but are on the streets due to poverty and their parents' unemployment. The remaining 10% are either working children with few family ties who view the streets as their homes or abandoned and neglected children with no family ties. Policy stresses programs to maintain, educate, and train destitute children and orphans. Policy is also to protect children against neglect, cruelty, and exploitation, but this is only on paper. A UNICEF study found that almost 40,000 children die every day in developing countries, 25% of whom are in India.
makes you wonder like like hell which world am i living in!! sheesh!!

The great Indian success story is being talked about and trumpeted in every part of the world. But how has it helped these children? Has a hike of 15-17% in the pay packet of the workforce across the country helped them secure a better future? Is there a special reservation for them at the elementary school level, forget institutes of higher learning? Has the much hyped about 'sarva shiksha abhiyan' been able to penetrate down to them? NO, NO and NO!!!

Next year it's gonna be 60 years to our independence. we have had left, right and centre leaning govts. throughout this period. But has it led to any difference? now if only we could have a caste or religion based census on this! then I'm sure every prick in the political circles would be talking about this! hah!! so much for being the largest democracy!! leave alone special measures, we havnt even been able to bust these beggary nexuses that everyone talks about, but no one does anything about!!
Candlelight vigils, hunger strikes may help grab eyeballs and garner media interest, but all it helps with is providing fodder for living room gossip. period.What i wonder is, why can't we have something like a 'bhagidari project' in cases like these? a govt. people partnership to save the lives of these young children. Or better still, as a celeb suggested in a TV interview i heard...those who strongly feel about certain issues like these, why not join various NGOs that work in this field! Doing so, at least one can have the satisfaction of having made a certain contribution towards something they deeply care about.