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Isn’t it strange when a song reflects what exactly is running through your mind! I happened to listen to this song, during the day and it kinda struck me.  I, somehow, was able to relate to the song. Though the video created quite a controversy, the lyrics are quite meaningful. Not that I like the singer, I, however, like this song. So…

We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain
We jumped never asking why
We kissed, I fell under your spell.
A love no one could deny

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me

I put you high up in the sky
And now, you're not coming down
It slowly turned, you let me burn
And now, we're ashes on the ground

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you
I can't live a lie, running for my life
I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me

I came in like a wrecking ball
Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung
Left me crouching in a blaze and fall
All you ever did was wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me

I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
And instead of using force
I guess I should've let you win
I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in
I guess I should've let you win

Don't you ever say I just walked away
I will always want you

I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me

I came in like a wrecking ball
Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung
Left me crashing in a blazing fall
All you ever did was wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me
Yeah, you, you wreck me

Miley Cyrus

Blah #1

Song? “Matlabi (Sooraj Dooba Hai)” from Roy (2015)

Awesome song. I heard it first thing in the morning as soon as I woke up.  I’m completely in sync with it.

State of Mind?  “Confused”

Weather? It’s getting chilly in February. Every day on my way to work, I feel like I’m in Siberia. But it gets warmer with every hour, the sun blazing in full blast, as if in a desert. Then by the evening it starts getting cooler again. I think Bangalore’s weather has severe PMS.

The world is a very twisted place. You care, you are criticized. You don’t bother, you are criticized. What exactly does the world want?

You come across all kinds of people – human and sub-human. Some bring out the best in you, while some, the worst. A few will stand by you, no matter in what state of mind you are in. There are a few others who would love to see you in trouble. 

Oh, and then, there are the drama queens (irrespective of gender). God, why do they have to magnify everything a hundred fold! Catching up to them is a real pain in the a**. Their mood, for one thing, is as unpredictable as the weather. Their mood swings are so intense, that you are left wondering what hit you. Not to be ALL bitchy and negative about them. They can be fun sometimes too. With their emotions on a high, it can be a pleasure listening to them (*grin*).

I don’t understand when someone says they care and then do nothing about it. I don’t understand what people want. Though I genuinely care, I am labeled as a fake. If I do something about it, I am called a fool or stupid. If I don’t, I am known as someone with a façade.

But then it is indeed a very twisted world.

I guess I should stop thinking so much…

In the end, who cares! I, for certain DO NOT!

Oh well, BLAH!!!

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No, this doesn't mean I have nothing to write today. It’s just that I have been listening to this song, in a loop, ever since I came in to work today. This song is the only thing on my mind right now, so…

I always wanted you by my side
I felt you we're my guide
The one who showed me what's right

I used to think that you we're my light
And trusted in your smile
But now you have decide

Runaway, runaway, runaway
Searching every day, try to find your way
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Wanna find you, oh baby wanna
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Everything is grey, miss you more each day
Runaway, runaway, runaway
I will find you, you'll never runaway

I always wanted you by my side
I felt you we're my guide
The one who show me what's right

I used to think that you we're my light
And trusted in your smile
But now you have decide

Runaway, runaway, runaway
Searching every day, try to find your way
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Wanna find you, oh baby wanna
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Everything is grey, miss you more each day
Runaway, runaway, runaway
I will find you, you'll never runaway

I'm running now, I'm running away
Searching for, searching for your smile
Every hour I'm looking for you
I'm looking for away, I'm looking for you

Runaway, runaway, runaway
Searching every day, try to find your way
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Wanna find you, oh baby wanna
Runawaaaaay
(Searching every day, try to find your way)
Oh baby, baby ... runawaaay

Akcent

Rekindling Memories of a Wonderful Ago…

Note: This post was written before Christmas. I, however, couldn't post it, due to workload. I hope you bear with me.

Christmas is just round the corner, and like each year it kindles memories of long ago. Childhood seems like yesterday, but time has swept away the years, taking along with it a special person who kindled the love of music in me, right from a tender age - MY PAPA.

As I sit down and type this post, my mind stirs up memories of the many Christmases I celebrated with dad.  Making the crib, putting up the star, and decorating the house, all with music playing in the background, seems like yesterday. Unless Jim Reeves or Boney M songs were played, Christmas wasn’t complete. Painting the brown paper to make them resemble mountains was the best activity for me, as a kid. Hands, face, and dress covered in paint, I used to spread myself all over the paper, just to make sure I cover all corners. That and running into the kitchen occasionally to grab the sweets or savories Mom would be preparing, only to be called back by Dad to complete the task at hand and then fool around, still brings a smile. And then there was Mom screaming at me from the kitchen not to touch anything with dirty hands. Stuffing my mouth full, I would be spread-eagle again on the paper.

Christmas evening, friends from the colony would visit our home to wish and share in the celebrations. Offering them sweets and savories, after stuffing my mouth with the same (not to miss out the admonishment by Mom), and being complimented on my dress would leave me floating in the air. And then the yummy dinner of mutton biryani and my favorites items. Those were one of the best memories of Christmas, ever.  Sitting here, miles away from the place I love, my heart still yearns for THOSE CHRISTMAS TIMES. But then some voids can never be filled. Here I am, still wondering how life took such a turn.  Time sure flies!

Not to be sounding negative, but the present lacks the fervor of the past. Though people say time will heal, it’s doesn’t ring true here. It just is a cruel reminder of what is missing. However, life, sadly, has to go on…

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Daddy, wherever you are! I miss you.

Step into My Shoes, Someday!

Tired Eyes. Brain hitting a road block. Thinking process comes to a standstill. “Write” seems like an abuse. Signs of a writer’s block? Yes, it is!

As I sit typing this, I can literally feel my eyes popping out and hitting the keyboard. Being a writer though an exciting job, can be a bit taxing too. The amount of words that the poor brain has to create! Every single day! With mugs and mugs of coffee to keep awake, and the walks to ignite thoughts does help. Going back to the desk, stretching fingers, and attacking the keyboard with renewed vigor (of course being plugged in at the moment), you finally manage to belt out some good content, the satisfaction showing in your smile.

Oh that and the OCD streak of getting your message in place, sans mistakes. Checking, rechecking, for God knows how many times. Firing off the content and yet thinking if there’s something that might have been left out. Going back to the published draft and checking for the umpteenth time, if there’s a mistake. And guess what! You actually find one, sticking out like a sore thumb, leaving you thinking how on earth could you have missed this one out. Whoever said a writer’s job was that of a glorified steno should give a hand at writing, serious-to-God writing, and not just some copy-paste. Easy to be judgmental but not easy being a writer!

And then there’s the other side of life, where you spend time poring over pages of some many novels. Living life literally out of the pages is fun. Reading some other’s writer’s work, imagining stepping into his shoes of what he might have thought before penning this down is a joy in itself. Self-contained! Experienced only when experiencing! Two different worlds, gelled into one!

People always say that the grass is greener on the other side. But No Sir! I love my lawn the way it is! I have found my calling, and I intend to stick to it, no matter how many episodes of OCD I suffer or whoever says anything. I’m glad that I’m over the phase, thanks to music and the support of some dear buddies (who I know are reading this piece). Well hopefully now I can start a slow stream of musings, as and when I feel like. (Psst, I went through this draft five times before I posted it).

Life of a writer, a roller coaster ride!

Conquered the Writer’s Block

It’s a month since I have posted anything on my blog.  Buried nose-deep in work, I managed to come up and breathe. Once home, I used to hit the bed. So I never actually posted anything. Call it lethargy, laziness, procrastination, somnambulism (well, it might not be applicable here but chalo thoda heavy words hi sahi) or whatever I just couldn’t get myself to type even a single word…

Confused about my condition, I almost spent a week scratching my head (thank God I didn’t turn bald) trying to decipher. And ta… dah… I had a bad phase of Writer’s Block. Writing this, I can actually feel a halo above my head (wink wink).  Such enlightenment, I tell you! If you see this post, you can be assured that I’m back with a Bang (not the Bang Bang effect, though. I think I wasn’t in my right senses when I went to watch that movie. I guess it’s the wrath of my stars that I suffered from Writer’s Block.)

Ok now, enough of Blah Blah… Well jokes apart! Now that I have overcome the barrier, I will keep entertaining you with my posts. And it would be great if you guys let me know what you’d like to read. We can create magic together.

P.S. As always, your comments/suggestions/inputs are always welcome. So invaluable, I tell you!

The One...

In the crowd why is it that the heart searches for that special One? In times of sorrow and distress, why is it that you go to The One? All your wishes and prayers circle that One… Day in and day out, round-the-clock, it is that One who occupies your thoughts... Why is that you care less for yourself but a single sneeze or a cough from the One sends your heart racing? You find your entire world only in that One… The One who means the universe to you… Why is it that every happy occasion or news has to be shared with that special One?

No matter what the matter is, how deep the hurt is, why do you find solace in that One's arms? Wishing for the One to be in front of your eyes always… It's as if the world is dark without the One's presence… Hearing the One's voice seems to melt away all your worries, wipes tears, and brings happiness that the world seems small in front of it…

Why the One?

A simple yet complicated answer…