Envy not those who shall win
But won't have another soul to cherish it with...
Celebrate those who shall fight till the end
And shall have someone to kiss away the tears...
Envy not those who say big, beautiful words
But shall not know the meanings they convey...
Celebrate those who shall say little nothings
But shall know of what beauty they create...
Envy not those who shall drink out of silver and gold
But shall not know the taste of wine new, from wine old...
Celebrate those who shall drink out of their hand
But shall know of the time that goes in making the wine cold...
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
honey"I'm home"
The voice on the phone...
"honey, I'm home"
Look out the window...
"honey, you don't show"
Run down the stairs...
"Let me find you sweet eclairs"
Pull open the door...
"Not here, okay, I'm not searching anymore"
Close the door, but don't latch it at all...
"okay honey, you can step in now; I promise I won't hear your footfall"
Don't worry, he didn't see you blush...
"Honey, where are you now, I'm in a rush"
Put yourself down hard on the couch...
"huh!! Play by yourself honey, I'm not looking for you now"
Did you just feel that touch on the shoulder?? Hmmm... turn stealthily around...
"Honey, where are you, lets not play lost an found"
Pretend you are not bothered, and make your eyeballs do a full circle...
"Honey, I'm thirsty, If you are hiding near the fridge, please do run away quicker"
Don't look so elated, slyly check the kitchen...
"Not even near the fridge, nor your lunch box, honey... Not Done!!"
okay!! Now you are angry, go pick up the receiver...
"Honey, you've had it, as if I have no other work!!"
Your eyes full wide, and be ready to shout...
"Will you pick up the phone now you honey IDIOT??"
Don't look frightened now, thats ok if you scream...
"o honey... you, from where did you appear"
You are happy in his arms, but don't blush atleast...
"I'm not kidding honey, had you played more, I wouldn't have talked to you for a week."
Show him you are angry, please, please don't blush...
"Honey, I don't love you; you trouble me too much"
;)
"honey, I'm home"
Look out the window...
"honey, you don't show"
Run down the stairs...
"Let me find you sweet eclairs"
Pull open the door...
"Not here, okay, I'm not searching anymore"
Close the door, but don't latch it at all...
"okay honey, you can step in now; I promise I won't hear your footfall"
Don't worry, he didn't see you blush...
"Honey, where are you now, I'm in a rush"
Put yourself down hard on the couch...
"huh!! Play by yourself honey, I'm not looking for you now"
Did you just feel that touch on the shoulder?? Hmmm... turn stealthily around...
"Honey, where are you, lets not play lost an found"
Pretend you are not bothered, and make your eyeballs do a full circle...
"Honey, I'm thirsty, If you are hiding near the fridge, please do run away quicker"
Don't look so elated, slyly check the kitchen...
"Not even near the fridge, nor your lunch box, honey... Not Done!!"
okay!! Now you are angry, go pick up the receiver...
"Honey, you've had it, as if I have no other work!!"
Your eyes full wide, and be ready to shout...
"Will you pick up the phone now you honey IDIOT??"
Don't look frightened now, thats ok if you scream...
"o honey... you, from where did you appear"
You are happy in his arms, but don't blush atleast...
"I'm not kidding honey, had you played more, I wouldn't have talked to you for a week."
Show him you are angry, please, please don't blush...
"Honey, I don't love you; you trouble me too much"
;)
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I love you... You love me...
I love you, you love me…
Take this gift and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Get me a gift and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Take me along and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Follow me along and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Let me help and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Help me now and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Have all that is mine and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Empty your wallet and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Give me a piece of you and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Become a piece of me and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Hold me tight and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Hold your tongue and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Give me an inch of space around you and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Give me my space and don’t ask why.
I love you, I so love you…
Love me a bit and don’t ask why…
I love you I think.
Love me ample and don’t ask why.
Take this gift and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Get me a gift and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Take me along and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Follow me along and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Let me help and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Help me now and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Have all that is mine and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Empty your wallet and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Give me a piece of you and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Become a piece of me and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Hold me tight and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Hold your tongue and don’t ask why.
I love you, you love me…
Give me an inch of space around you and don’t ask why…
I love you, you love me.
Give me my space and don’t ask why.
I love you, I so love you…
Love me a bit and don’t ask why…
I love you I think.
Love me ample and don’t ask why.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
On probe
hi... so here i am...
I have been tagged by Rajan... and therefore now am gonna write this here(for you get killed for not following up on this, as said by Rajan Gupta 'the great Dracula!!')....
So here it goes... errr... a list of confessions, is it??
ok.. first let me tell you this is not going to follow any order, for I am extremely good at forgetting things as they say...
1. to start with,in class 9, I was scared of this guy in my school, serious looks, and he was the head boy at that time... and guess the name-the very same Rajan Gupta...
oops... and no other senior has ever managed to scare me off.
2. so, what else... when i was small, as in very very small, I always wanted to be a teacher, for it was fun checking notebooks, and putting amazing red ticks and crosses, but as I grew up... I more or less, lost a vision of what I wanted to become, and it became more about what I wanted to do.
So, that how I took commerce in plus 2, cos I didnt want science; and then I came into textile design, cos I no more wanted to do commerce as well....
3. My close buddies identify me as someone as a great affinity for mischief, though my teachers, and even most of other people who know me find me no nonsense serious kind of a person.. ;))
4. Most of my theory classes are spent dozing off... sleeping away to glory.
5. I used to be the academic topper in almost all the classes(except 9th and 11th) in my school life... and same goes for college.
6. I had an interest in painting and sketching, and I was the best in drawing and stuff, in my school art classes, but here in college, the first sketching class was an eye opener, and I realised, I don't even know the 'S' of SKETCHING, and wouldn't ever know in my life, I guess!!
7. I would love to learn a lot of new languages, like French.
Two languages- French and Urdu spell romance for me.
8. Once in class 11, our economics teacher found a lizard in her table drawer, and nobody took responsibility for the great feat, so all the guys of the class, and me, and another girl Poorva had to spend the day standing outside the Principal's cabin.
9. Talking about the glorious frisking of bags, and lunch boxes for mobiles and diwali crackers by the Prefectorial Board(I was the head girl),we once ended up having all the chocolates we found inside a dear friend's bag(and I wouldn't dare to mention her name.
10. My all time ideal- my DAD, and also the only person, whose decision I would trust more than mine.
11. My dad used to have a collection of old stamps, and coins that he'd collected over the years from different places, and I managed to lose both of them.
12. I write poems and short prose, and all that I write is actually a piece of me, which I realise only after its written completely. ;)
13. After joining college here in Bangalore, I used to force dad to get me only Sahara airlines' tickets to fly back home, for the handsome stewards they used to have, but now to no Sahara :(
14. When I was in class 1 or so, we were playing hide and seek or something in the school, and this guy's head, it got hurt bad with the broken glass window, and I happened to be the one who had pushed him(not realising the glass piece,ofcourse), and, so I had to cry and cry and I pretended that even I was hurt and couln't even open one of my eyes, for fear of the scolding.
15. I love dancing, but I am such a jerk at it! I never took dance classes for the fear of dance sir, who used to beat the students black and blue(!!). And the only time I danced on the stage was for a group dance competition, where we won the third prize, and it was also the only time I got a slap on my face in my entire school life. And what a thrash it was!!
okay... now that'll be all for now I guess...
and after this I would like to tag a friend, Achint Randhava....to carry on
http://www.arcane-thoughts.blogspot.com
I have been tagged by Rajan... and therefore now am gonna write this here(for you get killed for not following up on this, as said by Rajan Gupta 'the great Dracula!!')....
So here it goes... errr... a list of confessions, is it??
ok.. first let me tell you this is not going to follow any order, for I am extremely good at forgetting things as they say...
1. to start with,in class 9, I was scared of this guy in my school, serious looks, and he was the head boy at that time... and guess the name-the very same Rajan Gupta...
oops... and no other senior has ever managed to scare me off.
2. so, what else... when i was small, as in very very small, I always wanted to be a teacher, for it was fun checking notebooks, and putting amazing red ticks and crosses, but as I grew up... I more or less, lost a vision of what I wanted to become, and it became more about what I wanted to do.
So, that how I took commerce in plus 2, cos I didnt want science; and then I came into textile design, cos I no more wanted to do commerce as well....
3. My close buddies identify me as someone as a great affinity for mischief, though my teachers, and even most of other people who know me find me no nonsense serious kind of a person.. ;))
4. Most of my theory classes are spent dozing off... sleeping away to glory.
5. I used to be the academic topper in almost all the classes(except 9th and 11th) in my school life... and same goes for college.
6. I had an interest in painting and sketching, and I was the best in drawing and stuff, in my school art classes, but here in college, the first sketching class was an eye opener, and I realised, I don't even know the 'S' of SKETCHING, and wouldn't ever know in my life, I guess!!
7. I would love to learn a lot of new languages, like French.
Two languages- French and Urdu spell romance for me.
8. Once in class 11, our economics teacher found a lizard in her table drawer, and nobody took responsibility for the great feat, so all the guys of the class, and me, and another girl Poorva had to spend the day standing outside the Principal's cabin.
9. Talking about the glorious frisking of bags, and lunch boxes for mobiles and diwali crackers by the Prefectorial Board(I was the head girl),we once ended up having all the chocolates we found inside a dear friend's bag(and I wouldn't dare to mention her name.
10. My all time ideal- my DAD, and also the only person, whose decision I would trust more than mine.
11. My dad used to have a collection of old stamps, and coins that he'd collected over the years from different places, and I managed to lose both of them.
12. I write poems and short prose, and all that I write is actually a piece of me, which I realise only after its written completely. ;)
13. After joining college here in Bangalore, I used to force dad to get me only Sahara airlines' tickets to fly back home, for the handsome stewards they used to have, but now to no Sahara :(
14. When I was in class 1 or so, we were playing hide and seek or something in the school, and this guy's head, it got hurt bad with the broken glass window, and I happened to be the one who had pushed him(not realising the glass piece,ofcourse), and, so I had to cry and cry and I pretended that even I was hurt and couln't even open one of my eyes, for fear of the scolding.
15. I love dancing, but I am such a jerk at it! I never took dance classes for the fear of dance sir, who used to beat the students black and blue(!!). And the only time I danced on the stage was for a group dance competition, where we won the third prize, and it was also the only time I got a slap on my face in my entire school life. And what a thrash it was!!
okay... now that'll be all for now I guess...
and after this I would like to tag a friend, Achint Randhava....to carry on
http://www.arcane-thoughts.blogspot.com
Monday, April 13, 2009
My Blunder MoodBoard
Now this is my blunder mood board. As goes the wise man's saying "the number of reactions that come from the public on looking at an image/'item intended to provoke thought'is directly proportional to the success of the creation".... But alas!!
my macho Enfield guy failed to give the audience 'the desired adrenalin rush'; and ended up becoming the mad stuntman, after a silly girl, who gets to have those worthless giggles...
But anyways, I like this man. After all, I got him out of his picture to kiss the girl.. ;)
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