Thursday, 29 November 2007

Jazz Age

During the JAZZ AGE (the period from 1918-1929), many of the songs included the acceptance of homosexuality. One of these had the title "Masculine Women, Feminine Men."
The lyrics are really creative:

Masculine women, Feminine men

Which is the rooster, which is the hen?

It's hard to tell 'em apart today! And, say!

Sister is busy learning to shave,

Brother just loves his permanent wave,

It's hard to tell 'em apart today! Hey, hey!

Girls were girls and boys were boys when I was a tot,

Now we don't know who is who, or even what's what!

Knickers and trousers, baggy and wide,

Nobody knows who's walking inside,

Those masculine women and feminine men!

Monday, 26 November 2007

Poetry for thought

Title: Come

Come, come into my arms,
I'm here aren't I?
Maybe life's too short,
Maybe life's too long.
As long as we sing our songs,
It will keep us alive.
Come, come lets sing,
Come, fade into my soul.
Lets cry together,
Maybe even laugh a bit.
I can feel your pain,
Responsibility is bringing you down.
Don't fall into emptiness,
Fall into my arms, into my body, into my soul.
Don't pretend like it doesn't hurt,
Let me be near you, hold you.
I know you don't need a saviour,
I won't save you, don't throw me out.
Maybe I need you too,
To cry with, pain is inside us.
Maybe I need you,
To laugh with, joy is inside us.
Pale, you look pale,
And I see myself in your eyes.
We are alike, yet unlike,
We are together, yet far apart.
Come, come into my arms,
Fade away in me.
We are one, we have the same song,
We have the same mind.
Lets be together now,
Come, come lets fade away.
The sounds of the ocean I hear,
Memories of when you were so near.
Where were you while you were hurting,
Where were you without me?
Take me with you,
Let me take you with me.
Come, lets fade,
Come, come into my mind, body and soul.
Come, lets search for sand man,
Lets find him.
Come, hold my hand,
Lets free our pain.

-26/11/2007, 6:26pm

Friday, 16 November 2007


If there is good and bad, right and wrong and win and loss, how can you have an in between?
And is there an in between?

All the people who step in here, browse through, lets talk about this. Comments would be appreciated, answers welcome!

Monday, 12 November 2007

Ichoo Pichoo

That's by the far the most adorable way to describe a yucky worm!
Every time Su saw one of those at Gokana she would exclaim, "Ichooo Pichooo!!".

I found some peace at Gokarna. Some new friends, some new ideas evolved.

Totally 4 bus rides, almost 6 auto rides, almost 5 hours of walking in 1 and a half days and the rest was just plain laziness!

Will go back there, soon.

"....our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds......."

Thoughts are clearer now...

This holiday was truly a simple pleasure..

Tuesday, 6 November 2007


To me, from Fatty:

"You had kept your sweater and your shorts in a very funny way..when i entered I thought some kid was lying down on the was so funny..hahahaha..".

For your information, to understand this, I usually leave my clothes on my bed before I leave home. Which usually happens after my Fatty leaves home, and he is at home before me. We share the room, so he sends me this random sms, as soon as he has entered our room today. It is absolutely funny, that the first thing he did was laugh, then send this to me, without really worrying if I was busy or not.

Also, we have evening classes at our home, and the kids are usually never in any of the rooms (which is because of the "discipline" they have), so he could have been shocked to see a kid in our room, my room. I would never let that happen! So that thought of his surprised-scared-bewildered face makes me giggle some more!!

Simple pleasures! Love them!


We grew up, maybe

Then, years go by, like the days in another world.
And some still love and others still hate.
But the memories survive,
And we all grew up,
And we all didn't.

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. "- Anais Nin

"Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional." -Chili Davis

"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."

- Abraham Lincoln

Monday, 5 November 2007


He smiles and I can melt,
A rag doll he is to the world,
Yet his smile lights up this world,
Keep smiling love.

He wants his hair to be set and
His pockets to be full,
No difference between us,
We are both human after all.

Keep smiling love,
And the world will follow,
Someday, some how,
The world will follow!

Saturday, 3 November 2007

Lisa Love

James held my hand as we sat on the park bench. It was silent. No children in the park, no noise. He held my hand and his fingers were tangled up in mine. We spoke in silence. James was heart broken too, Lisa had meant something to him too. He wasn't there when she collapsed. He didn't feel her last breath on his skin. I did and the feeling still lingers.

I mumbled, and his grip got stronger.

"I don't know what death means anymore...where is she now?", I fumbled.

This is the question that sticks to me like glue.

"I can see her, hear her, feel her near me, but she's gone. That does not make sense..", I said.

Warm tears on my face. I cried. I'd been crying for long. Three days to be exact.
James cried too, still holding on to me.
I held out my hand, playing that day over again.

He pulled back, as if to shake me out of it.

"I'm alone now. What do I do....she's gone..", I whispered.

We sat there, crying. Our eyes never met and our hands never parted.
Lisa is gone and that will never change.

Friday, 2 November 2007

question mark

Don't question marks fasinate you??

The curve like a woman's waist...

And the exclamation mark...joyful and livid at once.

Punctuation is romantic in its own way, and what would we do without them??

) ! " ? " . ' , ' : ' ; / ( -

It lights up our pages, pages empty and dull.

And words mean more with an exclamation mark or a question mark or a comma or a full stop.
Gives the words a much needed face lift and curve.


Colours seep through the ceiling. Maybe its imaginery, but I see them. So it makes them real to me.

Death consumes the world. And leaves us so shattered that it becomes hard for us to cry. Silence urges us to go on, breathe and stay alive.

Colours everywhere, silence too.

I see you standing near. Watching the ceiling with me.
Won't you stay longer, I think, as you move your feet away.

You say nothing, but your eyes say so much. Your smile lingers on.
Your breath on my ear still fresh. Your words still clear.

Yours Ever..