The Truth About Me-self

I'm the old self again - lovelorn, lost and lonely. I've had two serious break-ups in the past decade and at-least half a dozen love interests in between which were never requited but I'm strangely reminded of one of them tonight. Her name starts with A and ends with A and has an I and an N in between the five-letter word that her name is. She is that person that one of my friends, maybe not very sincerely but just out of her very clueless thoughts of life, set me up with. Honestly, I was a very desperate guy-in-need-of-a-girl type then and I fell for it. My friend asked me to meet them both at the film-festival that was happening then (I guess, it was 2011 IFFK) and I readily agreed. I did meet this girl whose name starts with A and ends with A and I did find her to be attractive too. But I was never a guy of charm and I guess, I flopped in and out in front of her. I was dejected but I left it at that to live my own life of drinks and cigarettes and lonely nig...

A lot of unwanted stress. Lots of accumulated toxins in my body. Depression, lack of concentration... But I've decided to turn a new leaf. Joined a fun today. The workout, I hope, would help me drain some of the toxins in me.

A post after a long long time but I need to record this - not in a diary but in a space where I'd be able to access it whenever needed and in a place I'm sure I will not loose. Went for the annual meet of our company of Dec. 28. The destination was a coffee estate in Coorg. It was so relieving to be back with nature - the coffee plantation all around, a serene pond, two dogs to play with and of course, the happy and happening gang that our office is. It was a two-night trip and the first night was pretty disastrous because of the meeting that extended till nearly 4 in the morning. the second day was fun. I went swimming in the pond in the security of my life jacket. Did a bit of kayaking too. It's funny that though I do not know swimming and I'm quite afraid of water, I always enjoy water, whether I'm in it or by its side. Had a great time splashing around, thanks to my life jacket! As the sun went down, we all gathered for the award night. Our senior staff a...

So sang Kenny Rogers once and I used to love that song even before I turned 20. I never realised that song would hold more meanings to me as years pass by. I don't know why but I suddenly took a fancy for songs in my native tongue tonight and I ended up listening to some of the sweetest melodies ever made in Malayalam. The year (or) rather years, were the late 1980s and the 90s. Just one song after the other...I couldn't stop listening. I drifted with each song, swung with the melody and at the end I caught myself crying pitifully like a child! I wonder what made me...why? Perhaps those songs took me to the days when I and my sister were still with our dad, listening to him singing, sometimes humming songs while cooking, or even when he was out in the hot sun on Sunday mornings with us in our backyard, playing cricket with us. He was our first teacher in not just music but just about everything else. I do not know how much my sister recalls the memories about him but I do,...

I've been quite caught by this song. I do not understand it's lyrics, yet... Chal diyay-ye-ye-ye-ye I'm rocking myself to sleep every night with this song. It's so soothing and... I tried searching for its lyrics and the meaning and this is the best I could get.

I've no words to explain this. Coke Studio. The name says it all for some of you who have heard them before. For the others, here's a playlist I bet you can't stop listening to: \ These set of songs just made me ralise that music can live beyond lyrics, language, cultural bonds, tradition and religion. These are just a few! Search for 'Coke Studio' in YouTube and get as much as you want, a doze of out of the world, deeply spiritual, romantic and varied styles of song...

Oh my God! Oh my God! I just listened to a song from my most favourite singer ever. "If I were a painting..." Enjoy the song and listen to its lyrics... I bet many of you would be able to identify with this. The lyrics: If I were a painting Captured on canvas Alone in the portriat I would stand And brush strokes bold Yet soft as a whisper The work of a feminine hand Caught in a still life Surrounded by shadows And lost in a background of blue If I were a painting My price would be pain And the artist would have to be you I imagine the colors Would all run together If you ever allowed me to cry So don't paint the tears Just let me remember me Without you in my LIFE It's only the frame That holds me together Or else I would be falling apart If I were a painting I wouldn't feel And you wouldnt be breaking my heart. And the song: