Let's take a walk.

She wants to be there for him. He doesn’t ever let her. It’s his problems, his life. She listens, patiently hoping that someday he will make space for her in his views, in his questions, in his answers, in his life. She waits, patiently.
Years go by, he doesn’t change. Months go by, she contemplates. She walks out one day.

Note: painting by Edvard Munch. Separation, 1900Oil on canvas125.5 x 190.5 cm

Revolutionary Road. My take.

Sam Mendes doesn't fail to deliver! I definitely enjoyed the cinematic excellence.

The story made me think and question if I ever would find happiness in the banality of life that we create for ourselves as we fall in love, get married, have children, work - not just for tangible riches but richness that leaves a sense of achievement and satisfaction. It would, I believe take a leap of faith for me to keep my dream alive - of what I want my life to be like, of wanting to travel, see the world, have a family, have it all!

9 August 2009
PS: this had ben lying in my drafts for god knows how long...so its out now!

Sanity, vanity and some more...

Some days back, a certain someone came over to our office to present a 'sermon' on blogging. I walked in eagerly with an open mind to hear this guy out (the fact that he's from Tamland helped in the mind wanting to patiently sit through the whole thing!). What I thought would be a flavourful session with much to argue, discuss and debate about, instead had me stepping out spitting fire!

It was all about classification of blogs to bring some sort of clarity and organising the vast universe. Being a public relations professional, this is of course important in terms of what we do. And bringing some order to this chaotic universe is indeed something of a good thing. But what really made me question the speaker's presentation was the scornful attitude towards personal blogs - those that he featured under sanity, vanity and identity - where people write because they can or because they are good or becasue it is cathartic or because they are vain and luckily good writers and hence can brag about or decry their lives..

9 August 2009 ...
PS: Again..written a long long time back (29 December to be precise!)...whilst I was still working...so much has happened since then - I have quit my job, I have seen leh, I befriended some new interesting people and lost a few in the making and now moving on to study in Maastricht, Holland...life is what you make it out to be, not unpredictable - I can say that now with confidence - sorry for letting a new post seep into this old one.. lots of thoughts are residing in my head fighting for space and volume...

Going back to this particular blog post, it doesn't merit a conclusion any more however I still hold the grudge against the man - and that shall so remain.

Writing on a gravestone

Disillusioned, she stood.
Her head lowered, the pressure beating her shoulders down. She shuddered as she looked at the ground beneath, her eyes moist.

Should she have looked up at all? Should she have walked and braved the storms ahead? Should she have bothered finding her way out of her tortured life?

If she could have, she would have.

Rest in peace.
CC

A few jazz riffs...

...that have kept me busy lately and have inspired playfully! :)

Some day my prince will come - Miles Davis & John Coltrane
Dat Dere - Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers
Tune up when lights are low - Miles Davis
Tenor Conclave - John Coltrane
Samba Yantra - Chick Corea
Let's get lost - Chet Baker
Sortie - Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers
Confirmation - Jackie Mclean
Untitled Blues Waltz - Paul Desmond & Gerry Mulligan
Last train from Overbrook - James Moody & Cedar Walton
Brilliant Corners - Thelonious Monk
April in Paris - Charlie Parker
Dancing in the dark - Bill Evans and his orchestra
Hear me talkin to ya - Cannonball Adderly

Dat Dere is now my caller tune. I think it's fabulous! The trumpet sets the pace perfectly and the saxophone springs alive soon after. Art Blakey adds the zing with his drums, effortlessly as is his style and the piece just comes together splendidly. It has this subtle softness, an air of mystery to it and climaxes now and then beautifully - it's almost like a reading Agatha Christie's Poirot. I love.

It's up on Youtube and certainly worth a hear. So if you get time, try and unwind with this fabulous piece. It does to your heart much more than what great sex can on a lazy, sunny winter afternoon!

A girl enchanted

A girl enchanted,

She stands, silently looking into the veiled evening.
The purple moon floats in the sky, inspiring courage.
The street corner, dimly lit,
her face shines in it.
The eyes, so pretty and piercing; wait longingly, tenderly...
The evening mist gently glides by(serenading in a way),
as if it were singing and dancing to a tune played by the skies.

He comes riding atop his black stallion,

shining in his resplendent cloak.
He lifts his hat and tosses it in the air,
and throws open his golden locks;
Just as the sun peeks out of the clouds,
with a brilliance so shattering!
He stands. Tall.
He stands. Confident.
He stands, his walloping heart...beating.

A quiet background for his outwardly flamboyance,

She looks with a look made of all sweet accord.
(a mystical radiance, an obvious mindlessness, a necessary oblivion)
and they embrace.

Ah! desirous life,
a few more fall prey!

Note: Painting by Daniel Schwartz.
Source: http://todaysinspiration.blogspot.com/2008/03/tom-watson-continues-his-look-at.html

Happy Diwali

It's noisy. My head hurts. It's smokey. My eyes burn. hmph hmph
But the sky lights up now and then in pretty colours. There's that bomb that goes off somewhere and catches you unaware. The markets are full of people, merry-making. There's sweets and food so lovely that I become a gluttonous pig. It's noisy. It's smokey. It's Diwali and I love it.