Friday, June 29, 2007

made for each other!!

A colleague asked me to write a song for music that he composed. This is one verse from what i wrote. I think he'll have to write the music again, as this just doesn't go with the original piece he wrote. But this is the best that i could manage, he'll have to make do with it for now.

Kyun rasman baaton ka hai muntazir
kyun is khushi mein bhi nasabr hai
na tu samjhe
na is dil ko samjha paaoon!



rasman - ritualistic
muntazir - wistful, longing
nasabr - discontent

I always have wanted to know in what order it really happens, is the lyrics written first or the music? Though the music written first makes more sense, does the other way round happen? For someone like me who likes songs more for the words than for the music, i feel that it must be so limiting in certain ways for lyrics writers if they have to adhere to a certain rythm. And it would be a similar scenario if the music directors had to control their harmonies in sync with a fixed set of words. I wonder if there is ever a perfect fit, if music and words born in completely independent worlds, have ever come together and created something that feels like 'made for each other'

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Running free!!

I have no idea now how it’s going to go, what will come out of it, but I am going for it anyway. These were the kind of responses I got, whoever I announced it to.

?????????
What is wrong with you?
I wish I was as bold!
Are you mad?
You are seriously not kidding?
Where are you going?
Are you getting married?

And all those who asked me if I am out of my mind, did understand when I explained the whole thing to them. And some of them liked the idea a lot in fact. I appreciate the concern that was so evident in a few of the reactions I got. Trying to stop me if I am doing something hastily without thinking it through.

What I’ve loved most about it till now is the support that I got from my parents. It finally feels like they think I am grown up. And I feel the same way about them now :) My biggest worry when I was just starting to think about it was whether they would understand. When I was finally sure of it myself, I sat them down on a good happy day, and said it. To my big surprise they did not at all react as I had expected them to, very calmly (relatively speaking :) they asked me to put out my whole thought in front of them. And then finally a very calm OK!

The worst part of it has been the majority who had just one question to ask, the most annoying one at that. Whether I am traveling somewhere for a week, or talking on the phone, or leaving early from work, or playing tennis every morning, or just sitting at my desk minding my own business, they have just this one question on their mind as soon as they see me. "Are you getting married?" Guys, if I am getting married, I will announce it as just that and not as 'I am leaving this job and taking a big break all for myself!!'.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Sitting, waiting, wishing

I am just counting days now. All the partying and all the evenings out, i am waiting to say the byes to you..I wish time would take a quick flight to wednesday and then freeze

Monday, June 4, 2007

Dear friend,

When they are the purpose of your life, comforts are no longer as soothing.

Certain things cannot be made up for, let some voids be.

Run after it, and happiness will evade you.

Learn to love selflessly, but don't forget to love the self, ever.

Leave love to happenstance, not your life.

Let your relationships support you, and not dictate you.

Remember, you are the centre of your world, don't let that change.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Ajeeb daastan thi woh

This is one of my favourite posts from the previous blog. I love it for more reasons than i can say and it has come to mean a lot more to me now than it did when i had written it.


my favorite fantasy
well,,, only one of them!!
when i was a small girl, who couldn't sleep without daddy's bed time stories, my dad once said 'today i'll tell u your story'. usually the stories that my dad told were either those that ended with 'the moral of the story is ...' or those that never ended. i loved the never ending ones more than the other, not because of the absence of a moral at the end, but because those were so imaginative. those stories were never illogical inspite of continuing for days together. sometimes would also take the turn i wanted them to. i had to remember what all had happened previously, and anything could happen anytime, it used to keep me on my toes always. so anyway, this particular day i was thrilled about getting to listen to my own story. and he said 'when u were younger, u were just about as tall as the length of my palm..'. i was smiling in amusement, imagining myself to be that small. he told me about how he would put me in his shirt pocket, next to the pen, whenever he was going out, and i would keep trying to peep out but wasn't tall enough to be successfull. he related a lot of my adventures as the miniature me. i really dont think i listened to much of what he said after the first couple of sentences. probably started thinking myself about what must have been the travails i would have gone through and what benefits i would have enjoyed. actually i used to beleive in it for quite a few years :)
and to this day i just love thinking about my adventures as a lilliput!!!