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Way back into love…

Chetana sent me this really nice song from Music and Lyrics.
Ppl around me seem to be breaking up left, right and center…the ones that aren’t breaking up are cynical and wary of the concept of love itself…they say its a sure way to hurt yourself.

Here are the lyrics…Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant singing.

I’ve been living with a shadow overhead,
I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,
I’ve been lonely for so long,
Trapped in the past,
I just can’t seem to move on!

I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,
Just in case I ever need them again someday,
I’ve been setting aside time,
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind!

All I want to do is find a way back into love.
I can’t make it through without a way back into love.

I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine,
I’ve been searching but i just don’t see the signs,
I know that it’s out there,
There’s got to be something for my soul somewhere!

I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light,
Not somebody just to get me through the night,
I could use some direction,
And I’m open to your suggestions.

All I want to do is find a way back into love.
I can’t make it through without a way back into love.
And if I open my heart again,
I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end!

There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation

All I want to do is find a way back into love,
I can’t make it through without a way back into love,
And if I open my heart to you,
I’m hoping you’ll show me what to do,
And if you help me to start again,
You know that I’ll be there for you in the end!

Here’s hoping people find their ways back into love and into hope.


Sunscreen song

Chetana gave me this wonderful video….here are the lyrics.
Google for the Sunscreen song…you might find the mp3 somewhere.
Wonderful advice

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’97

Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.

The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, …………
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis
more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.

Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power
and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded.

But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really looked.

You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future.

Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things
that never crossed your worried mind,
the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.


Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts.

Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.


Don’t waste your time on jealousy.

Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind.

The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults.

If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.


Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life.

The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.

Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees.

You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t.

Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t.

Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken
on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.

Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body.

Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.

It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

“brother and sister together we’ll make it through,

someday a spirit will take you and guide you there

I know that you’re hurting but i’ve been waiting there for you

and I’ll be there just helping you out

whenever I can”

Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but with a precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get, the more you need the people
who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.


Accept certain inalienable truths:

Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old.

And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young,
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble,
and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.

Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

“brother and sister together we’ll make it through,

someday a spirit will take you and guide you there

I know that you’re hurting but I’ve been waiting there for you

and I’ll be there just helping you out

whenever I can

everybody’s free

everybody’s free

to feel good”


And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken

Sorrow ,Pink Floyd


Bittersweet Symphony

Love this song by the Verve. A part of it was used in Bluffmaster.

The whole song

Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet
You’re a slave to the money then you die.(
True, very true)
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah

No change, I can’t change
I can’t change, I can’t change
But I’m here in my mould
I am here in my mould
But I’m a million different people
from one day to the next
I can’t change my mould
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no(fading away)

Well I never pray
But tonight I’m on my knees yeah (not really)
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there’s nobody singing to me now

‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet
Trying to find some money (somebody) then you die
I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah.


The Grass was Greener…

Met Ankur, Prasanna and Paresh this last Saturday.
Had a lot of fun…but I must admit I was also a bit sad.
There is something about meeting old friends, exchanging notes on who is doing what, gossiping(if that is what you call it)…it makes you look back at how you were when you were with them.
It was great to meet them because very rarely do you get a group of friends together that can understand precisely what I am going through…undoubtedly my closest friends.
The same jokes were back, the mimicry, the leg pulling over how sincerely I attended 12th std classes while these ppl goofed off.
It reminded me of those days 6-7 years ago…the innocent belief that if you were smart, worked hard then luck would not play a role…that doing beautiful mathematics was the purpose of life, that physics was the highest in intellectual endeavour.
Where is that cheerful belief, that innocent confidence??

It takes old friends to remind you of who you were, who you are and what you are turning into.
Maybe I can prevent the cynicism from creeping into me any further.
Maybe I can find my ‘Return to Innocence’

Last September Ankur wrote this.
I can identify with the emotion…Thanks for everything guys!!

An old song that fits the mood …
“Koi lauta de mere beete hue din”.



This is my life’s song right now…wasting one day at a time getting nowhere.

TIME – Pink Floyd

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say


But it rained

April 11th 2007.
It rained at night here in Bangalore.
I was reminded of some of my favourite Pink Floyd lines:

Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight…into the shining sun


Sabka Katega

Rediscovered this gem by bodhi tree (XLRI) recently.


What brought us together might remain unspoken,
what held us together might be worn off and broken,
even if your way was different as I felt was mine,
now i want our paths to cross waiting for my time.



Status update

This post might add an infinite amount of entropy to the Universe and I don’t care…
it starts out to answer a question that a few people who ‘sort of’ know me have asked over the past couple of weeks.
It pertains to my status message in gmail and yahoo IMs which reads “How I wish …how I wish you were here”.
The answer my friends is blowing in my mind.

It starts in a lab in IISc…I am doing my Digital Image Processing assignment.
Strangely,the programs I write seem to be working. The weather outside is fine…bright sunshine yet not hot or humid.
If I want I could download some of my favourite songs from the net and listen.
I am enjoying myself…I am happy I am in IISc.
Life’s Good.
I am about to tell myself
” …what a wonderful world!”.
Just then a thought crosses my mind.
It triggers a chain reaction of thoughts that end up in bleary eyes and an unspeakeable,immeasureable guilt.
Only one person in the world has said it to me in so many words…only one other person I have told in so many words about it.
Neither of them is with me right now.
Maybe one day I will come to terms with this…till then whether gmail says it or not
this is my status message.

That’s all people…that’s all.
It all is said in this one line:
” How I wish…how I wish you were here”.


Goodbye Blue Sky

I leave Mumbai today…it is tough to leave the city you have grown so accustomed to. I am sure I will miss the local trains and the crowded BEST buses.

A year ago I walked through waist-high water …today it is generally sunny with cloudy spells.
This is what I feel …and with the background of the July 11th bombings it fits too.

Goodbye Blue Sky (Waters) 2:48
“Look mummy, there’s an aeroplane up in the sky”

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky

Goodbye, blue sky.
“The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching”

“The 11:18 arrival….”
(Cud have been the 6.28 to Virar).