It beats with gusto when it sees you
Pumps up the blood in excitement
Makes me breathe heavily
Shows me that all the parts of my body are still alive
Brings upon the realization that I can still feel
Please oh please!
Just once
Touch my heart!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Man Ka Radio
Nice song...I got inspired. Translated by a layman like me it would sound like:- your minds radio.
And that gets me to think if my mind was a radio and if it would be broadcast 24 hours live...What a reality show that would be.
Then I wonder who would tune in to my Man ka Radio?
What would be the different shows that would be on the air...if I sing...Even if it is to myself...it’s going to be so” un-melodious” that I myself will have to close my ears. I suppose the best relayed program would be the loud thought I have about others...The other ones who exist outside this radio station.
My thoughts aloud surely will sound like a good spicy gossip. And those relayed would get me a good number of listeners.
There are going to be too many stations to tune in to and too much chaos caused … husbands driving to jobs might just be wanting to rush back home for the forgotten kiss while trying to catch on what the boss is thinking…and that is going to put him into a dilemma which will make the driver drive round the roundabout at least umpteen times…before crashing into the bus driver who was tuned in to his lover man ka Radio, she was planning on exposing him..So on and so forth.
What a mess….best that man ka Radio man mein hi bazne do (let the minds radio play only in the mind).
And that gets me to think if my mind was a radio and if it would be broadcast 24 hours live...What a reality show that would be.
Then I wonder who would tune in to my Man ka Radio?
What would be the different shows that would be on the air...if I sing...Even if it is to myself...it’s going to be so” un-melodious” that I myself will have to close my ears. I suppose the best relayed program would be the loud thought I have about others...The other ones who exist outside this radio station.
My thoughts aloud surely will sound like a good spicy gossip. And those relayed would get me a good number of listeners.
There are going to be too many stations to tune in to and too much chaos caused … husbands driving to jobs might just be wanting to rush back home for the forgotten kiss while trying to catch on what the boss is thinking…and that is going to put him into a dilemma which will make the driver drive round the roundabout at least umpteen times…before crashing into the bus driver who was tuned in to his lover man ka Radio, she was planning on exposing him..So on and so forth.
What a mess….best that man ka Radio man mein hi bazne do (let the minds radio play only in the mind).
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Have fallen in...
Thin line between infatuation and love……….
I have a hairline fracture…fell hard for this guy Oh its just infatuation says everyone whom I tell this about.
But I just refuse to accept that crap. How can it be infatuation when I feel so strongly? I just can’t stop thinking about the person. That’s surely love.
The dictionary describes infatuation as: - Usually, one is inspired with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone.
The question is how long one has to wait till one knows if its infatuation or love that has shown itself in the showcase of your mind. People fall in love get married have children and then get divorced too...so was it love or infatuation that took this path of action.
If infatuation can last so long then love must be something that lasts for just a moment.
Like love at first sight and then with the second blink of the eye your love has melted...Ha-ha!
I would like to do my home work on Love now:- I love my work…that’s just till I am dead tired and need to take a break…aha..So that means I have been infatuated with my work for some time...Now I understand.
Then comes the argument that love is that lasts long…like after the break you do start you work again and say that you love it. Is it the same with people? Can one take breaks and then be back?
I am tired of all these back and forth thoughts…
Further on the dictionary says that infatuation is something that one desires but generally cannot get…so now it’s time to wait and see when I get this guy…and think if I lose him…then I have to wait again…this argument now has started sounding stupid.
The fact is that I have fallen and my heart is in the cast…now when the cast is broken and spell casted lets see!
Till then in love..Spicychutney
I have a hairline fracture…fell hard for this guy Oh its just infatuation says everyone whom I tell this about.
But I just refuse to accept that crap. How can it be infatuation when I feel so strongly? I just can’t stop thinking about the person. That’s surely love.
The dictionary describes infatuation as: - Usually, one is inspired with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone.
The question is how long one has to wait till one knows if its infatuation or love that has shown itself in the showcase of your mind. People fall in love get married have children and then get divorced too...so was it love or infatuation that took this path of action.
If infatuation can last so long then love must be something that lasts for just a moment.
Like love at first sight and then with the second blink of the eye your love has melted...Ha-ha!
I would like to do my home work on Love now:- I love my work…that’s just till I am dead tired and need to take a break…aha..So that means I have been infatuated with my work for some time...Now I understand.
Then comes the argument that love is that lasts long…like after the break you do start you work again and say that you love it. Is it the same with people? Can one take breaks and then be back?
I am tired of all these back and forth thoughts…
Further on the dictionary says that infatuation is something that one desires but generally cannot get…so now it’s time to wait and see when I get this guy…and think if I lose him…then I have to wait again…this argument now has started sounding stupid.
The fact is that I have fallen and my heart is in the cast…now when the cast is broken and spell casted lets see!
Till then in love..Spicychutney
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Whos is naked?
We have many a times heard the people mentioning the naked truth...but I wonder why is truth naked.
Naked is not acceptable.Any one who is scantily clad is labeled under many negative adjectives.
So that means that anything nice or good has to be covered. Covered under a sheet of lies and despite.
I have been following tv shows where people come on tv in front of millions of people just to answer a few questions about their private life and tell us the truth ,and in return they get money good,now thats good. But wait ...does everyone realise that the fully clothes person enetering the stage leaves the hot stool completely naked! That is because he has been talking the truth .And look now he feels complete elated of the haeavy burdens he was carrying...
and mind you also now the world has full right to comment on his nakedness..
A short thought that crossed my mind...do you dare bare?
Naked is not acceptable.Any one who is scantily clad is labeled under many negative adjectives.
So that means that anything nice or good has to be covered. Covered under a sheet of lies and despite.
I have been following tv shows where people come on tv in front of millions of people just to answer a few questions about their private life and tell us the truth ,and in return they get money good,now thats good. But wait ...does everyone realise that the fully clothes person enetering the stage leaves the hot stool completely naked! That is because he has been talking the truth .And look now he feels complete elated of the haeavy burdens he was carrying...
and mind you also now the world has full right to comment on his nakedness..
A short thought that crossed my mind...do you dare bare?
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Poetry and sweet memories...
eI just came back from a half an hour walk.The weather here in stockholm was wonderfull today evening and just the right temperature for exercising.I walked through one of the many nature walk paths and the breeze bought back many memories to my mind.Listening to dunking hindi movie songs as I briskly walked ahead I remembered my school days. Back then I lived in India and went to a school in a hillstation called Panchagani.
Panchagani could be called the strawberry town of India (by me at least).Thats the only place I saw strwberries as a kid ,for the first time and also plucked them from the small stems that they grew on.
Then there was this jam factory which was and perhaps still is very famous :Mala jams.Apart from all this I thought about how I always wanted to be the best in every subject. And I wanted to be able to do everhting dance,sing,paint,write and be good at studies too.I used to get angry when my dad or anyone else would say that if one tries to do too many things it could end up as the saying goes:-Jack of all trades and master of none. I firmly then and now do NOT believe in that.
It is obvious that everyone right now in this world IS trying to excel at many things.A small example with big meaning would be a common working house wife in India.She works(maybe in a small or big office) thus makes a career,cleans the house,takes care of kids,husband visiting relatives etc.and cooks too.And mind you she is suposed to exel ( be a master) of all the things she does.
Skiping the tragic part of life I jump back to my childhood.And so I used to paint,dance and participate in all extra curricular activities possible.
I suddenly one day had a great urge to write poetry ..I though taht i was good at it. I told my dad that I m writing poetry and also read out a few poems to him. I am not sure what he thoght of them ,but one day one of my teaches came home for tea .During all the talking and all my dad happened to casually mention to him that I write poems.
My teacher made a "hmmm" noise and then challenged me to write a poem that would have each line starting with the alphabet of his fiancees name.
That means the name written vertically and pem goes horizontally. And I did it.I must say I was very proud of myself and gloated over it for quitea few days.My teacher took the poem with him ,but left behind for ame a new hobby. I made a poem book and write poems for all the names and people I came across.
Here is the first one which I wrote my my teacher..the wifes (would be then) name was RENUKA.
Rain drops
Enchanting props
Noding to the breeze
Undoing the bees
Kicking the dust
Adding to natures lust.( I had nearly forgotten this one...)
Panchagani could be called the strawberry town of India (by me at least).Thats the only place I saw strwberries as a kid ,for the first time and also plucked them from the small stems that they grew on.
Then there was this jam factory which was and perhaps still is very famous :Mala jams.Apart from all this I thought about how I always wanted to be the best in every subject. And I wanted to be able to do everhting dance,sing,paint,write and be good at studies too.I used to get angry when my dad or anyone else would say that if one tries to do too many things it could end up as the saying goes:-Jack of all trades and master of none. I firmly then and now do NOT believe in that.
It is obvious that everyone right now in this world IS trying to excel at many things.A small example with big meaning would be a common working house wife in India.She works(maybe in a small or big office) thus makes a career,cleans the house,takes care of kids,husband visiting relatives etc.and cooks too.And mind you she is suposed to exel ( be a master) of all the things she does.
Skiping the tragic part of life I jump back to my childhood.And so I used to paint,dance and participate in all extra curricular activities possible.
I suddenly one day had a great urge to write poetry ..I though taht i was good at it. I told my dad that I m writing poetry and also read out a few poems to him. I am not sure what he thoght of them ,but one day one of my teaches came home for tea .During all the talking and all my dad happened to casually mention to him that I write poems.
My teacher made a "hmmm" noise and then challenged me to write a poem that would have each line starting with the alphabet of his fiancees name.
That means the name written vertically and pem goes horizontally. And I did it.I must say I was very proud of myself and gloated over it for quitea few days.My teacher took the poem with him ,but left behind for ame a new hobby. I made a poem book and write poems for all the names and people I came across.
Here is the first one which I wrote my my teacher..the wifes (would be then) name was RENUKA.
Rain drops
Enchanting props
Noding to the breeze
Undoing the bees
Kicking the dust
Adding to natures lust.( I had nearly forgotten this one...)
Monday, July 13, 2009
World peace
I have noticed that whenever a woman cooks she wants her food to look,smell and taste just like the food at the famous restaurant.
While a man generally prefers to have "HOMEMADE" food.
Also have noticed that most of the top chefs are men while most of the prime cooking is done by women.So its just that one like to be like the other.This should be a lesson to learn and for men and women to understand...that both repect and awe each other both in work and otherwise.
There really should not be a competition between the men and women .I do not understand why the men have to always compete with women in getting paid better ,in being called the boss and in being the strong one.
The same goes for women they should not be having a race with the men in bringing home money,or lifitng heavy logs from the forest.
God meant Adam and Eve to live together as a happy family..man and women are supposed to compliment each other in all the aspects and walks of like.Daddy cant give birth nor can mummy grow a long beard and be daddy.
It would be a much more peacefull world if we showed more respect for each other.Accept others capacities and limitations,compliment instead of compete . All of us need to read more childrens stories there moral says united we stand divided we fall! be it at home,at work or out in the bad world where there are too many boundaries aldreday to be takes care of.
While a man generally prefers to have "HOMEMADE" food.
Also have noticed that most of the top chefs are men while most of the prime cooking is done by women.So its just that one like to be like the other.This should be a lesson to learn and for men and women to understand...that both repect and awe each other both in work and otherwise.
There really should not be a competition between the men and women .I do not understand why the men have to always compete with women in getting paid better ,in being called the boss and in being the strong one.
The same goes for women they should not be having a race with the men in bringing home money,or lifitng heavy logs from the forest.
God meant Adam and Eve to live together as a happy family..man and women are supposed to compliment each other in all the aspects and walks of like.Daddy cant give birth nor can mummy grow a long beard and be daddy.
It would be a much more peacefull world if we showed more respect for each other.Accept others capacities and limitations,compliment instead of compete . All of us need to read more childrens stories there moral says united we stand divided we fall! be it at home,at work or out in the bad world where there are too many boundaries aldreday to be takes care of.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Over dinner
I had my two very sweet italian friends over for dinner the othernight and we talked about swedes and their ways. My fried is intrested in sweets,candys and chocolates ..so we talked about how much people here like to eat candys.
The goodies shops here generally do good bussiness where you pluck the candys you want yourself and buy them per weight.
When I first cme to sweden and sawa shop like that I went crazy with my sweet tooth and verry eagerly filled the paper bag to the brim.....alas..just to spit out the first candy I put in my mouth and after that I have never again dared buy goodies willingly.
It was a very tempting black candy that I had put into my mouth was Lakritis...it was a taste we desis(brown asians) are not used to expecting from a candy.
we talked about the other sweets in sweden and reached to talking about the "kanellbulle".
Its a famous cinnamon bun..very popular and fatening....but I like that. though it dosent beat the blackforest cake available in Indian bakeries....lolz
Further talking about swedes..we wondered what a swedish talkshow with international people would be like? And the only comment availble would be AHA!
Swedes do not talk much ..rather they do not contadict much to other peoples thoughts and feelings.
Here everyone has the right to express what they feel and think..as long as its just saying what you think.
Thats a very positive attitude which i consider to be sweetness of the swedes!
Well now I got to go to my balcony and breathe in the sweet fresh pure air.....am lucky to be able to do it...sweden has the most unpolluted oxygen.......and you can breathe without choking on any thoughts you have about expressing yourself.....
The goodies shops here generally do good bussiness where you pluck the candys you want yourself and buy them per weight.
When I first cme to sweden and sawa shop like that I went crazy with my sweet tooth and verry eagerly filled the paper bag to the brim.....alas..just to spit out the first candy I put in my mouth and after that I have never again dared buy goodies willingly.
It was a very tempting black candy that I had put into my mouth was Lakritis...it was a taste we desis(brown asians) are not used to expecting from a candy.
we talked about the other sweets in sweden and reached to talking about the "kanellbulle".
Its a famous cinnamon bun..very popular and fatening....but I like that. though it dosent beat the blackforest cake available in Indian bakeries....lolz
Further talking about swedes..we wondered what a swedish talkshow with international people would be like? And the only comment availble would be AHA!
Swedes do not talk much ..rather they do not contadict much to other peoples thoughts and feelings.
Here everyone has the right to express what they feel and think..as long as its just saying what you think.
Thats a very positive attitude which i consider to be sweetness of the swedes!
Well now I got to go to my balcony and breathe in the sweet fresh pure air.....am lucky to be able to do it...sweden has the most unpolluted oxygen.......and you can breathe without choking on any thoughts you have about expressing yourself.....
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