on stilts

While leafing through the latest fashion magazine (yes i still waste my precious salary to buy those!) and surfing the much loved sartorial blog, one wonders....about all these uber fashionable, and ultra cool women from across the globe - who're in great jobs, are quite obviously very creative (given the lack of effort it takes for them to make a gorgeous ensemble seem like they just threw it on - and maybe they did!), and always wearing the most desirable shoes!!

But how pray tell...does a gorgeous woman with a fetish for good looking killer heels, spend her time walking around town and doing her jobs for the day? (and they do tend tend to walk way more than we do in India). And yet she looks like a million bucks!

been dying to get my gorgeousmost nine west shoes out to wear!!
Yes i'm addicted to street fashion!

Say it, out loud. Before the moment just..

..passes you by.

Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call. Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone. Don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come. Don’t let people happen to you. Don’t let me happen to you, or her. Shes not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people i might have loved. Had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this...No! and so i always thought i’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back, or to act like idiots, or be entirely vulnerable and honest.

and making someone fall in love with you is easy, and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you cant just sit there and do nothing is easy too! And breathing into telephones is not everyones idea of love but it is the way i can recognize it because that is what i do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded and that is all that is worth anything really. It makes sense and doesnt at the same time.

and in the end its a choice. This way or that, a choice that you'll learn to deal with, a choice you'll have to deal with. And she'll choose this. she'll choose this life,with all the longing, and pain, and all the shit that the body and mind go through. She'll choose this life, because she chooses to share it with you.

Say it. Out loud.
Now!

My immortal....

 It was a present from one of my uncles, when I was a kid. He said it would inspire me to write poetry, but I was only 15, and I thought it boring. But now I carry this book with me all the time. It's always in my bag, so it goes with me everywhere, and it never disappoints me. A little peek through its pages, and I find myself calmed. Today in a moment of much panic and anxiety on many accounts I found this......

.......A prayer, a hymn, a song of praise.....to a god, to a love, to a soul, to the self......from the heart of one in a search.....and a longing for the essence of all that is supreme and immortal.

I sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky and dream of the sudden splendour of thy coming - all the lights ablaze, golden pennons flying over thy car, and they at the roadside standing agape, when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the dust, and set at thy side this ragged beggar girl - a tremble with shame and  pride, like a creeper in summer breeze.

But time glides on and still no sign of the wheels of thy chariot. Many a procession passes by, with noise and shouts and glamour of glory. Is it only thou who would stand in the shadows silent and behind them all? And only I who should wait and weep and wear out my heart in vain longing?

[A verse from the much celebrated GITANJALI by Rabindranath Tagore]

Christening the food blog

So the decision's been taken! (phew!)

and my 'foodie type' blog's set to be called "What's cookin goodlookin!?"
I know it'll sound corny n all that.. but i like corny...adds an extra flavour to the cooking! ;)

the link for those of you who want to add it to a list is..

http://watscookingoodlookin.blogspot.com


cheers!

hello there folks...

In keeping with the idea that every blog must represent a particular thought/ idea.. and understanding that I'm into more than one other things.. food being one of those others.. i'm gonna be starting a foodie type blog sooner than soon!

oh n i'm no longer on twitter...which explains why the li'l tweet thing-a-majig has been taken off.

watch this space to know about the food blog.

Until the end of time

I will love you
Till the end of time

Write love songs to you
Till the words don't rhyme

Pray to you
for forgiveness, for i've sinned

Cry in yearning to you
and scream,give me back, what has once been

Weep tears
Until you hear me break

Obsess about you
Like a freak

Dream dreams of you
and I, till you're not really mine

I will love you
Till the end of time

An Equal Music

Perhaps this could have stayed unstated.

Had our words turned to other things

In the grey park, the rain abated,

Life would have quickened other strings.

I list your gifts in this creation:

Pen, paper, ink and inspiration,

Peace to the heart with touch or word,

Ease to the soul with note and chord.

How did that walk, those winter hours,

Occasion this? No lightning came;

Nor did I sense, when touched by flame,

Our story lit with borrowed powers -

Rather, by what our spirits burned,

Embered in words, to us returned.

-- Vikram Seth


(Epigraph at the beginning of the book I started reading last evening. An Equal Music, by Vikram Seth)