As I see a way
I need to step back
I need to move away
The familiar glitches and paranoia I feel
All the while I thought I had moved on to better things
Stupidity and foolishness have brought me here
To the place which is joyous for many and I despair
Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t always like this
Neither was I but life makes you learn more lessons than one
I still believe in the magic of heart and the power of love
But I is matter I have left to the one above
Bitter and cynical I am not but I had expected to be wise
But here I am sensing the same pattern again
The whole mass of confusion raring
100 thoughts in my head blaring
Can’t believe I am dumb enough to land at the same door
When there is nothing to be done
There is only one way I se
To be brave and stick it out
To walk away from all I feel
To lock my wishes in the deepest trunk and throw the key far away
For I know it cannot be
As I see the idiocy
It should have been simpler
It might have been easier
Maybe happiness it would have lead to
But as the whirlwind plans to cart me off
Before the crucial time can pass
I shall lock the trunk and dispose of the key
For I know it is not to be
and i wish for time to fade it away
coz i will never agree
to see it completely washed away
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Not just the pillar that crashed
15 acres of one of the country’s most renowned educational institutions on one side, 3 acres of a school that enrolls students from kindergarten till twelfth standard on the other and the construction site of the badarpur metro line in the middle is the sight that greets you when you take a left from frank Anthony school, lajpat nagar.
The construction site is home to the two recent metro accidents in delhi. The crashing of pillar 67 and the toppling of three cranes has not only created a storm in E Sreedharan’s life or a water problem in Zamrudpur but has changed the face of life for those whose existence revolves around that very pillar.
The 50 years old pottery and plants shop owners are not alone with their pain. Hira Lal has stood on the same spot right outside blue bells school international for the past 20 years. He owns a chilled water-providing cart. His father had passed it on to him. Now he will have to move. “I will have to move my cart. I have no option. It is not safe anymore. I have a family to think of.” Says Lal.
Mahindar is another casualty. He is a rickshaw puller. He will have to relocate from the spot he claims gets him the largest share of his day’s earning. While negotiating the price with his next passenger he says, “I cannot stand outside the college gate anymore. I will have to move my rickshaw till the end of the street. I get the maximum number of passengers from here but the police have strictly advised us to move and we will comply as it for our safety more than anything else.”
Lady Shri Ram College for Women has 2000 (approx.) students and hostel facility for 300 of them. It is merely 50 feet (approx.) away from the construction site. As the college opens its gates for students as the new academic year begins, they are coming but not without reservations. “It is not just the students who are scared. I had to spend a lot of time convincing my 73 years old grandmother who resides in Chandigarh that the college will be safe and I cannot switch no matter what.” says Asmita Prabhakar who is starting her first year in the political science department of LSR.
Smitana Saikia, the student’s Union president recalls the large number of phone calls received before the orientation ceremony. “The parents were frantic. Justifiably so.”
Blue Bells School International has swiftly worked out the security plan and wants the routine to go on smoothly. Rukma Jyoti, a class 11th student is back at school but doesn’t think anyone will forget the accident. “The cranes crashed during lunch break. There was a huge chaos. It was maddening. Thankfully it was controlled quickly as the number of students present on Monday was less as the Sunday accident had left too many shaken.”
As people embrace the next day of their lives there are many who are still stuck in that moment.
The construction site is home to the two recent metro accidents in delhi. The crashing of pillar 67 and the toppling of three cranes has not only created a storm in E Sreedharan’s life or a water problem in Zamrudpur but has changed the face of life for those whose existence revolves around that very pillar.
The 50 years old pottery and plants shop owners are not alone with their pain. Hira Lal has stood on the same spot right outside blue bells school international for the past 20 years. He owns a chilled water-providing cart. His father had passed it on to him. Now he will have to move. “I will have to move my cart. I have no option. It is not safe anymore. I have a family to think of.” Says Lal.
Mahindar is another casualty. He is a rickshaw puller. He will have to relocate from the spot he claims gets him the largest share of his day’s earning. While negotiating the price with his next passenger he says, “I cannot stand outside the college gate anymore. I will have to move my rickshaw till the end of the street. I get the maximum number of passengers from here but the police have strictly advised us to move and we will comply as it for our safety more than anything else.”
Lady Shri Ram College for Women has 2000 (approx.) students and hostel facility for 300 of them. It is merely 50 feet (approx.) away from the construction site. As the college opens its gates for students as the new academic year begins, they are coming but not without reservations. “It is not just the students who are scared. I had to spend a lot of time convincing my 73 years old grandmother who resides in Chandigarh that the college will be safe and I cannot switch no matter what.” says Asmita Prabhakar who is starting her first year in the political science department of LSR.
Smitana Saikia, the student’s Union president recalls the large number of phone calls received before the orientation ceremony. “The parents were frantic. Justifiably so.”
Blue Bells School International has swiftly worked out the security plan and wants the routine to go on smoothly. Rukma Jyoti, a class 11th student is back at school but doesn’t think anyone will forget the accident. “The cranes crashed during lunch break. There was a huge chaos. It was maddening. Thankfully it was controlled quickly as the number of students present on Monday was less as the Sunday accident had left too many shaken.”
As people embrace the next day of their lives there are many who are still stuck in that moment.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Girl Power? Really?
I just finished reading Daughters of Arabia by Jean Sasson. Excellent read. It successfully gives an honest account of the way women are treated in that country and what the women themselves have to say. What they think. What runs in their minds. A woman's mind is a complex entity. Since i belong to the sex I can be taken as an authority. We can be simple creatures if you know us. But we are made up of a lot of things. Sasson being a member of the same community has done so with aplomb. But the book got me thinking. Are Indian women better off? I sit in my house, read the book and think what is happening to those women. But are we really better off? prison is not only of one type. It has not been categorised. Each one of us has her own demons to fight. life is definitely about survival. India is culturally rich and takes pride in it's traditions but so many of them border on excessive conservative behaviour that even those traits have been incorporated. The women of India are not as free as they like to think. Agreed that the situation is not as dim as it was earlier. but some are still trying to break free. the country is moving forward but the women are not matching the pace. Safety is a concern everywhere. But everyone is not an Indra Nooyi or Kiran Bedi. But is it justified that marriage is an escape for too many members of the female population? Why are women turning to marital bliss to move out of the constraints put on them due to their single status? They have more freedom after marriage. This whole concept disgusts me. I know too many of these females. Because their parents and the proverbial society does not understand them and place draconian rules on them every chance they get. They are more than happy to move out and start life with someone else who atleast comes with the possibility of another chance. I think it is high time that this mistake is rectified and we cease pushing our women to the bonds of marriage because the bonds of meaningless customs are choking them.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
My Special Project
Finally I had an answer. Finally it was right in front of me. After all the long, rambling and mind numbing hours of reading dreary reports could not have been just because I was working on a special project. It just couldn’t be. Hadn’t I been brave? When the reports had been handed over I had took them with a big smile and well concealed sinking heart. When I finally got to know that Vinod Rai, the current Comptroller and Auditor General of India had taken office on my birthday I took it as an answer to the question haunting me. Why was I reading audit reports in my summer vacation during my internship? I am a 19 year old. Don’t I already have enough issues to deal with? But it was clear to me now that it was higher calling. No wonder I had abandoned my plan to let my hair down and burn the building itself. Maybe I wouldn’t have been successful but oh the satisfaction. But the glow of knowledge warmed me. It was a karmic connection. I took it as an explanation and worked harder. I snapped to attention to fulfill the demands of the great forces and steadily waded through the performance, regulatory, union, local and state audit reports.
It took time for me to comprehend what was happening. I was actually becoming interested. I pinched myself. Nope not dreaming. Looked up at the sky. No pearly gates. That meant I was actually interested.
The Comptroller and Auditor General (CAG) of India is an authority, established by the Constitution of India, who audits all receipts and expenditure of the Government of India and the state governments, including those of bodies and authorities substantially financed by the government.
Yes even I was in shock after reading this. So we basically already have a body that audits various arms of the government, notifies them about the flaws and gives feasible recommendations. So what went wrong? They didn’t have the power. Believe it or not they actually said BRT was a bad idea before the construction started. Next time you are in that never ending jam you can’t say why anyone didn’t think about the catastrophic effect it would have. Sorry to burst your bubble but they already did. At this time of time of recession our ears definitely do pucker up with the mention of money. So hear this loud and clear. CAG detected some serious fallout in the accounts of some government departments in a report on government's accounts for 2007-08. Amount: Rs. 20,273.52 crore. Reports from the year 1983 in some states have still not seen daylight.
They do an average of 100 audits every year. Are they even a blip on the common man’s radar? Not really. It wasn’t on mine before I read up on it. I had thought reading them was a pain but the amount of hard work that must have gone in preparing them is an astonishing realization. So next time before I start to crib and utter the blasphemous words “No one does anything. No one thinks about the layman.” Because I know it for a fact that they do. And now when I read my words “I am a 19year old. Don’t I already have enough issues?” I freeze myself with the answer that jumps to mind. No I don’t. Now I have learnt that there are so many thinks lacking with my country, large and miniscule. Too many changes have to take place and too many like the old me loitering around.
It took time for me to comprehend what was happening. I was actually becoming interested. I pinched myself. Nope not dreaming. Looked up at the sky. No pearly gates. That meant I was actually interested.
The Comptroller and Auditor General (CAG) of India is an authority, established by the Constitution of India, who audits all receipts and expenditure of the Government of India and the state governments, including those of bodies and authorities substantially financed by the government.
Yes even I was in shock after reading this. So we basically already have a body that audits various arms of the government, notifies them about the flaws and gives feasible recommendations. So what went wrong? They didn’t have the power. Believe it or not they actually said BRT was a bad idea before the construction started. Next time you are in that never ending jam you can’t say why anyone didn’t think about the catastrophic effect it would have. Sorry to burst your bubble but they already did. At this time of time of recession our ears definitely do pucker up with the mention of money. So hear this loud and clear. CAG detected some serious fallout in the accounts of some government departments in a report on government's accounts for 2007-08. Amount: Rs. 20,273.52 crore. Reports from the year 1983 in some states have still not seen daylight.
They do an average of 100 audits every year. Are they even a blip on the common man’s radar? Not really. It wasn’t on mine before I read up on it. I had thought reading them was a pain but the amount of hard work that must have gone in preparing them is an astonishing realization. So next time before I start to crib and utter the blasphemous words “No one does anything. No one thinks about the layman.” Because I know it for a fact that they do. And now when I read my words “I am a 19year old. Don’t I already have enough issues?” I freeze myself with the answer that jumps to mind. No I don’t. Now I have learnt that there are so many thinks lacking with my country, large and miniscule. Too many changes have to take place and too many like the old me loitering around.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Gen What
Power only wears alluring cloaks and wealth more often than not corrupts..
The progressive age is measured in terms of larger amount of money available..
While prominent economists talk about development and not growth both have the prefix of economic..
That cannot be denied..
The reason why I have these thoughts in my head is my 11 year old brother's birthday party..
A joyous affair no doubt..
He is the apple of my eye and I wouldn't have missed it for the world..
I understood his need to have a blast and not be a part of the pizza hut, nirula's and Mc D wagon..
I did not need his puppy eyed "shubhu da I am a big boy. I cannot have a birthday party at Nirula's"
I am 19. Not removed from the kid circle.
But when my eyes started to wheel at the sights of his guests arriving, my claim felt false.
11 and 12 year old kids came in droves.
I did not startle as much when the drivers were given instructions from the little kids.
I hid my resentment at the fact that the pretty girl in pink had a cellphone when I had managed to wheedle my 1st cellphone at the age of 15.
But I froze when one of them gave me his visiting card.
What on Earth does an 11 year old boy do with a visiting card?!!
"Didi, people need to know my number, email address and I can't write all the time on the gifts. So I simply staple a card."
This was the reply with a sweet smile.
I firmly believe that each one has a right to live their life as they deem fit.
It is upto the parents on how they want to raise their kids.
But even my all too flexible, non judgmental and modern college going brain could not adapt to that.
Have we come that far?
Now kids need visiting cards.
Babies will insist on terminator type robots for company as plain barbies might be boring..
I have often told my parents that technology has made childhood a better phase of life to be in..
All these amazing new toys and great contraptions to make it fun for the parents as well as the kids..
The things i missed out on..
But even I had not known that I had missed out on this..
Have the tenants of giving our kids the best changed..
it sure does feel like it.
I don't know about others but now I am going to work hard and practice scenarios regarding my reactions when the next time I am handed a card by an 11 year old.
I do not want a repeat of looking like someone who is choking and her eyes are going to bulge out enough to attract the cast directors for horror movies..
The progressive age is measured in terms of larger amount of money available..
While prominent economists talk about development and not growth both have the prefix of economic..
That cannot be denied..
The reason why I have these thoughts in my head is my 11 year old brother's birthday party..
A joyous affair no doubt..
He is the apple of my eye and I wouldn't have missed it for the world..
I understood his need to have a blast and not be a part of the pizza hut, nirula's and Mc D wagon..
I did not need his puppy eyed "shubhu da I am a big boy. I cannot have a birthday party at Nirula's"
I am 19. Not removed from the kid circle.
But when my eyes started to wheel at the sights of his guests arriving, my claim felt false.
11 and 12 year old kids came in droves.
I did not startle as much when the drivers were given instructions from the little kids.
I hid my resentment at the fact that the pretty girl in pink had a cellphone when I had managed to wheedle my 1st cellphone at the age of 15.
But I froze when one of them gave me his visiting card.
What on Earth does an 11 year old boy do with a visiting card?!!
"Didi, people need to know my number, email address and I can't write all the time on the gifts. So I simply staple a card."
This was the reply with a sweet smile.
I firmly believe that each one has a right to live their life as they deem fit.
It is upto the parents on how they want to raise their kids.
But even my all too flexible, non judgmental and modern college going brain could not adapt to that.
Have we come that far?
Now kids need visiting cards.
Babies will insist on terminator type robots for company as plain barbies might be boring..
I have often told my parents that technology has made childhood a better phase of life to be in..
All these amazing new toys and great contraptions to make it fun for the parents as well as the kids..
The things i missed out on..
But even I had not known that I had missed out on this..
Have the tenants of giving our kids the best changed..
it sure does feel like it.
I don't know about others but now I am going to work hard and practice scenarios regarding my reactions when the next time I am handed a card by an 11 year old.
I do not want a repeat of looking like someone who is choking and her eyes are going to bulge out enough to attract the cast directors for horror movies..
Friday, July 10, 2009
Banging into misery
Feels like walking into a wall
Something along the lines of strong waves pushing you down
One pothole after another
Something along the lines of a bad road in
When it rains when you just put on the new dress
Does it even matter if you go on
when every turn leads to a dead end
When you look for reassurance
And there is no one to turn around for
Feels like you got punished for something you did not do
Then all the faith in right is untrue
For all your efforts you have nothing to show
All those good deeds but no one to share
Wishing for that hand to hold
Feels like the heel of your new designer shoe broke
But there is always worse to come
For pain knows no bounds
When you lose the extra weight to discover your expensive top shrunk in the last wash
Or you know that you are the fool but you still don’t stop
Always more to see and experience
Another door to walk into is forever being discovered
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Laughing all the way
SO i firmly believe in the power of laughter..
A good straight from the belly laugh can go all the way to healing more than what we think we are capable of forgetting.
One smile makes the day for a lot of people.
There is a reason people are watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Seinfeld till now.
So I am going to be grateful to Baba Ramdev for his hilarious claim that homosexuality is a disease and he is going to challenge the court's order. When i finally recovered from the fit of laughter I just started again. He has proclaimed a high pedestal for himself. no offense to his followers. as i have never in my life attended any of his conventions or talks it can be called a tad unfair to judge him here. but since he is judging 2.3 million homosexuals (figure only for India) I think he is beyond consideration. I have caught him on TV during my too frequent channel surfing bouts. But his treatment of his followers did not leave me with a pleasant taste. Apparently he conducts a health camp sort of a thing where all the crowd is on the ground and he sits with a mike on the stage and yells pithy remarks from there. But again his derogatory comments are such a welcome relief to the mundane way fo life for some of us. If someone can actually say such ridiculous and horrendous things the reaction can only be: straight from the gut laughter. He has obviously never heard of Ted Haggard, a former American evangelical preacher who admitted to soliciting a male prostitute for homosexual sex. Religion is immune na Babaji? the path of god is no longer a pure one. Not just in the commercialised sense like temples having shops inside. Read: Siddhi Vinayak Temple, Mumbai. But of the more heinous kind such as Toms River — A Roman Catholic priest, most recently the pastor of St. Rose of Lima Church in Freehold, has been accused in a lawsuit of sexually abusing a boy in the 1980s. Shouldn't a person who has pupils in several countries across the world be more aware? Leave one's sexual preference out of your rambling atrocious speeches and talk about how religion has increasing become a black belly and bilious by nature. won't he be more suitable for that arena of discussion?
Why shouldn't we grab the free entertainment while it's available. Read the paper and what he has to say. Laugh your butt off and go to work. The world is a better place when you are trying hard not to laugh. :)
A good straight from the belly laugh can go all the way to healing more than what we think we are capable of forgetting.
One smile makes the day for a lot of people.
There is a reason people are watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Seinfeld till now.
So I am going to be grateful to Baba Ramdev for his hilarious claim that homosexuality is a disease and he is going to challenge the court's order. When i finally recovered from the fit of laughter I just started again. He has proclaimed a high pedestal for himself. no offense to his followers. as i have never in my life attended any of his conventions or talks it can be called a tad unfair to judge him here. but since he is judging 2.3 million homosexuals (figure only for India) I think he is beyond consideration. I have caught him on TV during my too frequent channel surfing bouts. But his treatment of his followers did not leave me with a pleasant taste. Apparently he conducts a health camp sort of a thing where all the crowd is on the ground and he sits with a mike on the stage and yells pithy remarks from there. But again his derogatory comments are such a welcome relief to the mundane way fo life for some of us. If someone can actually say such ridiculous and horrendous things the reaction can only be: straight from the gut laughter. He has obviously never heard of Ted Haggard, a former American evangelical preacher who admitted to soliciting a male prostitute for homosexual sex. Religion is immune na Babaji? the path of god is no longer a pure one. Not just in the commercialised sense like temples having shops inside. Read: Siddhi Vinayak Temple, Mumbai. But of the more heinous kind such as Toms River — A Roman Catholic priest, most recently the pastor of St. Rose of Lima Church in Freehold, has been accused in a lawsuit of sexually abusing a boy in the 1980s. Shouldn't a person who has pupils in several countries across the world be more aware? Leave one's sexual preference out of your rambling atrocious speeches and talk about how religion has increasing become a black belly and bilious by nature. won't he be more suitable for that arena of discussion?
Why shouldn't we grab the free entertainment while it's available. Read the paper and what he has to say. Laugh your butt off and go to work. The world is a better place when you are trying hard not to laugh. :)
The long walk
the long walk i plan to take..
so many things to think about..
some i shall say out aloud..
but only when i manage to make the walk happen..
a walk for me to remember the good times and the bad ones..
for me to smile in remembrance..
for me to cherish the valuable moments..
for me to think of the future, past and present..
for me to take some decisions..
for me to take matters finally in my hand..
for me to commute with mother nature..
for me to whistle the long forgotten tunes..
for me to pass every street..
for me to be free and gleeful as a kid..
for me to get lost in my own thoughts..
for me to realise my responsibilities..
for me to know what is right what is wrong..
for me to review somethings i made happen..
and not to forget the ones i had to let go off..
for me to connect with every loved one..
for me to be grateful to be cared for..
for me to make choices to stand up for..
for me to understand the worth..
for me to wonder..
for me to ponder..
for me to get lost in my own thoughts..
for me to come to terms with my regrets..
for me to forget them and to move on..
rnt these the things v all want from our long walks..!?!?
for us to find answers of the never ending questions..
for us to do all that and more..
for us to aspire to conquer the world..
for us to make all the grand plans..
for us to revolutionise the land..
and at last for us to turn and find the end of the road..
and it is time my friends to go back home..
but it is time too for us to plan our next long walk........
so many things to think about..
some i shall say out aloud..
but only when i manage to make the walk happen..
a walk for me to remember the good times and the bad ones..
for me to smile in remembrance..
for me to cherish the valuable moments..
for me to think of the future, past and present..
for me to take some decisions..
for me to take matters finally in my hand..
for me to commute with mother nature..
for me to whistle the long forgotten tunes..
for me to pass every street..
for me to be free and gleeful as a kid..
for me to get lost in my own thoughts..
for me to realise my responsibilities..
for me to know what is right what is wrong..
for me to review somethings i made happen..
and not to forget the ones i had to let go off..
for me to connect with every loved one..
for me to be grateful to be cared for..
for me to make choices to stand up for..
for me to understand the worth..
for me to wonder..
for me to ponder..
for me to get lost in my own thoughts..
for me to come to terms with my regrets..
for me to forget them and to move on..
rnt these the things v all want from our long walks..!?!?
for us to find answers of the never ending questions..
for us to do all that and more..
for us to aspire to conquer the world..
for us to make all the grand plans..
for us to revolutionise the land..
and at last for us to turn and find the end of the road..
and it is time my friends to go back home..
but it is time too for us to plan our next long walk........
The mists
The mists i can see..
they are approaching me..
to cloak me in the darkness..
to make me fight free..
in these shadows i think..
how important light is to me..
the shadows show me all that i lost..
they make me remember what i forgot..
the fire in me charges up again..
to want what is mine..
why shall i be deprived..
my heart beats faster at the questions..
my mind races to answer..
when shall i get the happiness i deserve..
when will i be able to embrace the peace i want..
deep down inside i know..
but yes i am scared to reveal and show..
hurt I am going to be..
pain I shall truly feel..
but just for the moment..
just for that smile i shall endure all..
coz I am far gone..
coz i cannot retreat..
I realise i don't want to..
but the endless doubts and questions haunt me..
so many things taunt me..
nothing right now for me to flaunt..
but i cannot lie..
I surely can't deny..
for some special times i shall cheerfully sacrifice..
the contentment i feel..
the inner glow that spreads..
making me feel all warm inside..
I shall wait for the moment to come again..
till then i shall fight the mists and the shadows for the little ray of sunlight.
they are approaching me..
to cloak me in the darkness..
to make me fight free..
in these shadows i think..
how important light is to me..
the shadows show me all that i lost..
they make me remember what i forgot..
the fire in me charges up again..
to want what is mine..
why shall i be deprived..
my heart beats faster at the questions..
my mind races to answer..
when shall i get the happiness i deserve..
when will i be able to embrace the peace i want..
deep down inside i know..
but yes i am scared to reveal and show..
hurt I am going to be..
pain I shall truly feel..
but just for the moment..
just for that smile i shall endure all..
coz I am far gone..
coz i cannot retreat..
I realise i don't want to..
but the endless doubts and questions haunt me..
so many things taunt me..
nothing right now for me to flaunt..
but i cannot lie..
I surely can't deny..
for some special times i shall cheerfully sacrifice..
the contentment i feel..
the inner glow that spreads..
making me feel all warm inside..
I shall wait for the moment to come again..
till then i shall fight the mists and the shadows for the little ray of sunlight.
Wishing all the lovers some luck..
Just realized you can never be what you used to be..
For us to be..
What we used to be..
Its all for us to see..
All we gotta do is close our eyes and see back in time..
Pain and hurt wrapped in one..
Regrets that will always last..
Who knew love could be.
The way it has turned out to be..
As all the fairy tales are so pretty..
That I started to think dreams could become reality..
No one to blame..
No reason to scream.
Then why do I wish to do those things..
If I have already determined what the result will be..
Foolish is how I feel..
Is love a feeling.
Is it a mood..
Is it life..
Its for us to choose..
How to go on..
How to make it work..
It is for us to figure out..
In the end it makes us come to our knees..
In the end it takes more that we think we can ever give..
Even though sadness swirls, the smile is what we see..
This is from me to all of you who are happy in love..
My best wishes and loads of luck…
N P.S please don't get discouraged by this..
I just wrote it randomly..
Doesn’t mean a thing.
Be happy..
Have fun..
Life is short..
For us to be..
What we used to be..
Its all for us to see..
All we gotta do is close our eyes and see back in time..
Pain and hurt wrapped in one..
Regrets that will always last..
Who knew love could be.
The way it has turned out to be..
As all the fairy tales are so pretty..
That I started to think dreams could become reality..
No one to blame..
No reason to scream.
Then why do I wish to do those things..
If I have already determined what the result will be..
Foolish is how I feel..
Is love a feeling.
Is it a mood..
Is it life..
Its for us to choose..
How to go on..
How to make it work..
It is for us to figure out..
In the end it makes us come to our knees..
In the end it takes more that we think we can ever give..
Even though sadness swirls, the smile is what we see..
This is from me to all of you who are happy in love..
My best wishes and loads of luck…
N P.S please don't get discouraged by this..
I just wrote it randomly..
Doesn’t mean a thing.
Be happy..
Have fun..
Life is short..
With love from eternal fatso
Me and my calories..
Talk about it every chance we get..
They are my worst enemies..
I run and hide..
They catch up with me..
A never ending battle I am fighting..
It should be easier to get rid of them..
How can they stick so well..
Under cover they come to me..
The bite of chocolate or sip of coke…
Hugs me more than my best buddy..
How clear do I have to be..
I want them away from me..
They claim to be in love with me..
Following me everywhere..
Like a stalker..
Very shady..
All that’s left is for them to propose..
Since we have been together for a life time already..
I might as well confess..
I haven't really worked hard enough to rid them of me..
Ya I love my food too much..
But one day victorious I shall be..
When losing weight isn’t such a hard feat..
When it doesn’t feel like going to war..
Or living up my love..
That one day I shall be the happiest on earth.. :)
I wanted to add this quote by Hugh Jackman.. "without the culinary arts, the crudeness of reality would be unbearable" :)
Talk about it every chance we get..
They are my worst enemies..
I run and hide..
They catch up with me..
A never ending battle I am fighting..
It should be easier to get rid of them..
How can they stick so well..
Under cover they come to me..
The bite of chocolate or sip of coke…
Hugs me more than my best buddy..
How clear do I have to be..
I want them away from me..
They claim to be in love with me..
Following me everywhere..
Like a stalker..
Very shady..
All that’s left is for them to propose..
Since we have been together for a life time already..
I might as well confess..
I haven't really worked hard enough to rid them of me..
Ya I love my food too much..
But one day victorious I shall be..
When losing weight isn’t such a hard feat..
When it doesn’t feel like going to war..
Or living up my love..
That one day I shall be the happiest on earth.. :)
I wanted to add this quote by Hugh Jackman.. "without the culinary arts, the crudeness of reality would be unbearable" :)
Hmmm...
As i start gathering my thoughts
I peep inside, I search across
The search for truth is a hard one
My journey tough indeed
Everyday to walk around with all of it swirling in my brain
I seek reassurance when i ask haven't I been brave?
Foes or friends, How do i decide
A haunting question, I shall ask for days to come I fear
For all the trust, For all the things I have one
Their is nothing to show
For all the faith, For all the pronouns
Why do I still feel like the fool
While I thought Ain't I brave!
For I was convinced, Of other things
To realise the base is so weak
It might wash away in the last shower of rain
Life shouldn't be a challenge
Every day shouldn't be about survival
Love should be freely given
It could have been black and white
But sadly in my naivety
I forgot the grey
So as the time comes to gather my thoughts again. I wipe away the tears,
Push away the fears and let the world see
I am moving forward and shall find my path
Even though I have to wade through the black, white and grey
I peep inside, I search across
The search for truth is a hard one
My journey tough indeed
Everyday to walk around with all of it swirling in my brain
I seek reassurance when i ask haven't I been brave?
Foes or friends, How do i decide
A haunting question, I shall ask for days to come I fear
For all the trust, For all the things I have one
Their is nothing to show
For all the faith, For all the pronouns
Why do I still feel like the fool
While I thought Ain't I brave!
For I was convinced, Of other things
To realise the base is so weak
It might wash away in the last shower of rain
Life shouldn't be a challenge
Every day shouldn't be about survival
Love should be freely given
It could have been black and white
But sadly in my naivety
I forgot the grey
So as the time comes to gather my thoughts again. I wipe away the tears,
Push away the fears and let the world see
I am moving forward and shall find my path
Even though I have to wade through the black, white and grey
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