Leave me alone...

As for this
I'll set the mood
there's nothing wrong
prefer solitude
alone to think
of what i don't know
the deeper i sink
the further i'll go
nothing to fear
no need to hide
i'm already there
came in from outside
safe in my nest
home sweet home
no invited guests
i want to be alone
leave me alone
leave me alone
i wish you would
leave me alone
leave me alone
i just want to be alone
it's better this way
no one will get hurt
if you stay away
i won't lose my shirt
if i have become
too defensive
i'm not the one
you have to live with

I want to be, i want to be
i want to be, alone
don't feel sorry
it's not your concern
only the lonely
are the ones who get burned
safe in my nest
home sweet home
no invited guests
I want to be alone

Tere Bin...

An awesome song. Sung by a pakistani singer Atif. And damn! what a voice.

Tere Bin main yun kaisay jiya
kaisay jia tere bin
tere bin main yun kaisay jiya
kaisay jiya tere bin

Lay ker yaadain teri raatain meri katti
lay ker yaadain teri raatain meri katti
mujh say baatain teri kerti hain chandni
tanha hai tujh bin raatain meri
din mere din kay jaisay nahi
tanha badan tanha hai
nam meri aankhain rahaya ja mere ab rubaru
jeena nahi bin tere

tere bin main yun kaisay jiya
kaisay jiya tere bin
tere bin main yun kaisay jiya
kaisay jiya tere bin

kab say aankhain meri rah may tere bichi
kab say aankhain meri rah may tere bichi
bhulay say hi kabhi tu mil jaye kahin
bhulay na mujh say baatain teri
bheegi hain her pal aankhain meri
kiun saans loonkiun main jiyu
jeena bura sa lagay
kiun ho gaya tu baiwafa mujh ko bata day waje

tere bin main yun kaisay jiya
kaisay jiya tere bin
tere bin main yun kaisay jiya
kaisay jiya tere bin

Children of Heaven

Is a “Must watch”….!

Set in a Iranian backdrop, its tells a story of a impoverished brother, Ali and his sister, Zahra. Ali manages to lose his sister’s shoes. Since the father doesn’t get his pay until the end of every month, it becomes their secret lest the father loans money from someone. And so, the plan is to share a pair of shoes to go to school until their father can buy Zahra one.

Every morning Zahra would wear ‘em and after school would run back to an alley where Ali would wait for her. A quick change of shoes and then Ali would dart his way to school, until one day when the sports coach of Ali’s school announces a long distance running competition. And the third runner up would get a pair of shoes. Ali gets to participate and promises Zahra that no matter what, he would win the 3rd position and get the shoes exchanged for a pair for her.
But luck had something else stored. He doesn’t win the 3rd position but comes first. With his head hung in shame, he poses for a series of photographs as the winner of the race. When he comes home, he can’t bring himself to look at his sister.

The scene shifts to the father who is coming back home from work and tucked in the seater of the cycle, are two new pairs of shoes for his son and daughter.

This movie took you away from the confusion our silver screens usually create. There was no violence, no dazzling lights, no melodrama. It helped u see the lost side of the world. A brother's responsibility, a sister's understanding, compromise, compassion and trust in each other, the ability to live for others. This movie celebrated the true human spirit, something we have forgotten.

Meee??? I'm fine, REALLY!

We all love our worlds. Seperate from the others, better not to divulge too much - u kno, like the basic protection policy of a computer. Install a reliable Anti-virus to make sure the hard disc doesn't crash. And dont u forget to update it!!! The newer version is a better block.

But we forget something, always. We are NOT COMPUTERS. We are humans who fortunately or unfortunately, have been designed to feel a lot more. There is more to us than pain, anguish, hurt, fear, defeat, dissappointment. There IS love. There IS compassion, loyalty, happiness, trust, joy, satisfaction, success, sunshine, peace of mind. There are HAPPY feelings too. Then why do we only concentrate on the unhappy elements and mould ourselves accordingly. To make sure we dont feel the 6 "wrongs' that WILL happen in life, we forget that there are more than 10 "rights" we should be living for and with.

1. The conversion rate is better; 1: 1.7. For every 1 "wrong", i have a 1.7 "right".
2. My GM's are better as well; they are at 40%

( I can't think of the other calculations to prove my point)

Not that i m d perfect example. I want to be able to talk about my stuff freely, to the ones i want to. Without inhibition. I want them to do the same as well. If i take the step, will they. I dont know. I just wish i did.

But we are strong enough to deal with anything, right? Or wrong? And don't worry about me... I'm fine, REALLY!!!!

Aaarrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh

I am in a horrid mood. Wanna slap someone tight across the face. And i m not even sure why. Its rather cold inside office. Wonder why they always keep the AC in high gear. U kno what i wanna do:
I wanna cuddle up to someone; sip coffee and watch TV :( If only being in love wasnt hard, i would ventured.
I wish i could go out for a trip with my friends.
I wish my sal hike was good. I wish i had the money to make my dream house, buy the car i wanna drive.
I wish i was not rude sometimes, be a bit more compassionate, be a bit more strong.
I wish i spent more time talkin to my dog, to make sure he is not left out.
I wish i could gorge on a lovely bowl of salad and a plate of warm chocolate fantasy cake.

Now i know why i m in a terrible state of mine. I m letting my wishes dominate my sensibility. Hmmm! Looks like i will be grumpy until 5pm. Wondering the 5pm deadline???The pace at which Mantha is chewing my brain, i will feel better much faster.

Thank god for him!

The point is pointless....

Did u know that?? I didn't. Last night while talking gibberish with a friend, I stumbled upon this fact and the conversation turned out quite..... lemme say.... confusing.

Me: Get the point?

He: A Point is pointless....

Me: WHAT?

He: Arre, A point has no dimensions (ref the defn above..) so, it can not possibly contain another point. Thus, a point is pointless!!

Me: But the very fact that the point exists is proof that there IS a point.

He: True but I am not denying that fact anyway.....it does exist but it IS still pointless!!!

Me: Yup, but it still contains itself doesn't it?? So, it ain't pointless.

He: You can say that for some thing that has a dimension!! Since a point Has no dimension so it CAN NOT contain itself.......

Me: Waddaya mean?

He: A point has zero thickness. And something that has zero thickness does not exist. Hain na?

Me: Haan. But if it has no thickness, then what do we mark on paper while at geometry?

He: That is not an ideal point. A true point is pointless.

Me: And so is this conversation....

It wasn't actually. The way we were at it, i was having tons of fun. As far he is concerned, he just endures the conversations everytime.

Laughed lately???

When was the last time you laughed hardest???

Still thinking? Don’t worry, u r not the saddest person around. We all have forgotten to laugh, laugh at the silliest of things. I don’t know why this happens, but it does.

However, today I can say, I LAUGHED my heart out. It’s this thing that happens to me. If i feel too sleepy, i break into giggles and just cannot stop. It happened to me at work today and it felt great. I laughed for around 20 minutes straight, tears rolling down my cheeks, my friends certain I had a head injury.
It is a relieving thing, to know you can still laugh crazily. I’ve had mine… what about you?

My way sunday...

Aahhh! Its the lazy sunday I look forward to.

My ideal sunday???? Lets picture this - Once you do wake up, keep wondering whether you want to sleep more or are u done? That means another 45 mins gone in bed - which is nothing less than bliss. Gather all of your strength to convince your mind, you actually can't sleep anymore and get out of bed. Thats when your cutie of a pet will come around demanding some early morning TLC. After a 15 min session of "chweety pie, did u sleep right, what do u wanna do today", you are now ready for your chores. Half the day goes in talkin with your mom, discussing with your sis whether the time to shop has come or not, talkin to dad, laughing at one of their superbly lame jokes, planning with friends whether a day out would be a good idea, etc.

End of it all, you realise home is the best place to host your lazy sunday. Eat junk lunch, enjoy siesta; in the evening, get a nice tangy cocktail, pick up a book, turn on the music and get all comfy. 3-4 cocktails down your food pipe, a great salad dinner is served and then, its time for bed again. (sigh) Its back to dreamland!!

My real sunday?????????

Blink blink, i look for my cell to check the time. 7:45am????? You've got be kidding me. ITS A SUNDAY for crying out loud. The rule says i CAN sleep till 10am. 'Just shut your eyes, dont think. U'll fall back to sleep'. And I thought, that'll actually work. Stupid mind game. Coz all u can think about is whether you felt sleepy or not. By 8:30am , you know nothing will work. Push yourself out in disgust. What a way to wake up on a sunday. Aah! but wait a min, u have ur cutie of a pet to cheer u up. U step in the dining room hopin to find the apple of your eye running joyously upto you to get pampered. And there he is, not looking in your direction even once, despite callin his name atleast 10 times. He'll stand next to mom and keep looking at her with those big 'love me' eyes. Then, as if obliging, he'd turn his head, trying to clarify "i want food, not u". Dejection, once again.

You get on with your chores and in b/w realise mom is agitated. The maid has decided this day will be her day off. Damn! now will have to spend half the time coordinating who needs to do what household work. Alright, if this is how it will be, bring it on. The round table conference at breakfast has made some hard decisions. Lunch will comprise of junk stuff and we'll have dinner outside. Thank god! all sorted out. Everybody then decides to sleep for a bit and i come in my room to inaugurate my blog. At 2pm, ma comes in and leaves on my table a plate of chaat and yummy watermelon juice. YIPEEE! My ideal sunday lunch. She even excuses me from comin to the table to eat. Think whatever, but doesn't that call for a huge HUG. I got pampered a little and looks like our evening would be great too.

Yea! it certainly wasn't my ideal sunday. But it was one, i didnt mind having either.