The Paintin...

A simple dream of being forever yours...
We spending time, every day a few hours...
beautiful kids, we'd have two...
Me holding one kid, and the other with you...

Their evenings would be in the garden swingin'
Holdin hands in the garden we'd be walkin;
Sittin alone in the garden, I get such memoirs
Smilin, wishing these kids could have been ours!

But should I hate whats been done...
When the damage can never come undone...
Hatred cannot end hatred, love alone can
Just be happy girl, and this from an also ran...

Maybe one day you will know of my role..
I've set a target, and you are my goal!
The heaviness of being so much in love with you
Has been replaced by the lightness of startin all over again

I see our future being painted in a future not so far...
But If not me I'll still be happy wherever you are...

A question to all of you!

There was this boy and there was this girl;
And they loved each other just like anyone else.
And the captain would call her every single day;
Be it london, new york, India or norway.

And when he reached base, they still spoke to each other;
In his industry there were a lot of girls but he loved her like no other.
Somehow she started missing him as he was always away...
And one day called it off much to his dismay...

And he looked back at the times he went over to meet her;
It was for a day or two but even then he couldnt be with her.
He took her along to people and places instead of just being together;
And though he didnt realise it, she felt their love go weaker...

And when it hit him hard, he wanted to cut himself to pieces;
And he wanted the plane he was carrying to crash and burn him to ashes.
But he was scared to do so and cried himself to tears;
And if she didnt come back he would be lonely for years...

He knows he made a mistake but everyone gets a second chance;
Anything that can make her look back and give me another glance.
He loves her like crazy and thats his question to you...
What does he do? should he wait or regret this forever and bid her adieu...

A Tear in my pillow.

I'm starin at the ceiling and its late in the night,
Wishing you'll come back, but that seems nowhere in sight.
I'm tossing and turning and im dreamin of you
I dreamt you'd be back, and how i wish dreams come true.

I wake up to find me alone and a tear starts to roll
I'm weeping quietly with the pillow that I hold

Every single day I pray for you, my love.
The first time i saw you, i felt you were an angel from above.
And I prayed to god " Oh please make her my bride to be"
Fate decided otherwise and I cried " why did it have to be me"

And still I wake up alone with a tear in my pillow.
Wondering If I should call you just to say Hello.

Thinkin about you all the time, sometimes messes up my head
And I fall asleep, not sad but dreaming of you instead...
And this is what happens to me every single night.
I pray that you are beside me and switch on the light.

But all i see is a tear in my pillow.
All I see is a tear in my pillow...

Blog note:

I read this in a friend's blog -> http://creativebazaar.wordpress.com. His name is Prateesh, and thought I'd share a snippet out of it. The rest can be read in his blog.

Strange are the ways a relationship treats you. Usually the people who matter to you the most are the most likely to cause you a few heart burns. Of course that is very obvious; since why would you feel for people on the road unless your are Mother Teresa re-incarnate.
Well I suppose the reason you feel the most hurt is when you actually let yourself become vulnerable to the person who you place your complete faith and trust. You have nothing to safeguard against. Sometimes I wonder why do we do this to ourselves repeatedly when we know it can backfire.
Maybe its because we are utterly foolish or perhaps its a trade-off worth the pain since the moments you share with that person is something you cherish more than anything else. The happiness and contentment that you get being with the person is like a soothing balm for the intense hurt and pain that comes along the way if it all fails.

A tribute to a mother. Every mother.

It was mother's day recently and though I dont really believe in appreciating a mother only on a single day, nevertheless I chanced upon a few beautiful sayings about a mother...So mom wherever you are....you know im missing you too!

- God couldn't be everwhere, so he made a mom!
- Annaiyum Pithavum Munnary Deivam. (In terms of priority, this reads as Mom, Dad, Teacher, God)
- Endra pozhyuthir perithuvakum, thun makanai chandron ena ketta thai - A mother feels greater Joy when she hears people appreciate her children more than she felt the day they were born!
- Kuputhro jayetha kwachithapi, kumatha na bhavathi - There can be a bad son, but there cannot be a bad mother!
- Ulagathil siranthathu Thaimai, Amma enbathu thamizh varthai Adhuthan Kuzhandqaiyin Mudal varthai - Motherhood is Divinity, A child's first word is Ma (mother)

An Interview with God

I am an Atheist, thats a known fact, and i plan to stay that way...but...A few days back I was sitting in class, sad and lost, and one of my friends asked me, nah forced me to come with him to a temple, his reasoning, get some fresh air, come out and anyway you have lost something you treasured the most, whats the harm in praying that you should get it back!
Strangely i didnt relent...I tagged along, we reached there, I somehow felt at peace in the temple, no sounds of traffic, no worries, I was in a place where people were praying and it felt nice...he started praying and I said a small goodwill prayer "God please see that she takes care of her health and has good mental stability to overcome any hardships that come her way, I also prayed that I somehow manage to get through this phase without hurting any one"
I stepped out and before I could come out of the temple, I got a sms from her asking about my well-being....I smiled at God. I felt he told me - Don't lose hope, this is your time to focus on your career, in around a year's time, you'd have become what you set out to be, don't lose focus on your career and don't lose hope on her...
I got my answer.

Come back my love!

Can I ever look into her eyes again?
Can She ever realise that I am in pain?
Can the world we created rise again?
Can I prove to all that im not sounding insane?

Is this the end, my beautiful girl?
Is this the end, my sweetheart?
Is this the end of all our marriage plans?
Is this the end of the author's clan!

Can I paint a picture of us?
Can it be beautiful and sweet?
Can I not be in need of some strangers hand?
Can I not look around in some desperate land?

I'm lost in the wilderness
I'm struggling in this madness
I'm im a need to put my life back on track!
I'm in need of a reason for you to come back!

The Painting!

It's ok in the day, as I try to stay busy!
But I still wonder how and where she is!
I'm sick of crying, but I'm not drinkin' yet
Why does her love seem so hard to get?

Every minute is spent thinkin of her
But a post mortem doesnt get the lost back
Sittin under the shower, the water's flowing,
But its the tears thats really hurtin!

I want to paint her a picture;
about the way i feel.
She knows my love for her is strong
Yet it hurts that it all went wrong!

Decisions in a relationship are made by two
I opened my heart to her and she did so to
I was here and she was there, were we missing something?
Wish i was given a year and a half to pop her the ring!

I want to paint her a picture;
about the way I feel.
We holding hands, walking together, being in love all day
It's never too late, before it all fades away

Hope

The wings are clipped,
it seems the whole world is against me...
I feel rejected and lost
I'm dying one day at a time...

All hope seems lost, but the spirit remains
I still wait to know whats my crime..
i resolve to fly no matter what...
I'm dying one day at a time....

Nothing should stop me now, i wont be satisfied
nothing can stop me, not a penny nor a dime
the pain is inevitable, I still aim for the sky
I'm living one day at a time...

I fly, but i still cant touch the sky
my owner will realise it was always me...
the past is painful but the future can behold
I'm living one day at a time...

The sky is beautiful, the world seems brown
I'm hoping one day at a time...
only if she wanted, will i come down...
I'm praying one day at a time...
only if she wanted, will i come down...

Then and now...

When I was seven, I pee'ed in my pants seeing scary movies...
When I was seven, I ran naked around the house everytime we had guests coming
When I was seven, my cheeks could easily fit in two mangoes in them
When I was seven I played trump cards of the WWE superstars
When I was seven I played Hide 'n' Seek
When I was seven I wore half pants to school.
When I was seven I didn't have my front two teeth.
When I was seven life sucked!!!

And then one day I got turned on.

The rest is history

As told by the evil chimp.

The views of the author do not necessarily represent those of the moderator.

Of New Year, its resolutions and Santa Claus...

I'm back!
And before I say anything this year, i'd like to wish anyone who ever reads this a very happy and successful 2007. I was in Singapore!
I have made quite a few New Year resolutions...lets just hope i keep up with them...on the health side im gonna work out majorly eat healthy and compete against me...yea im gonna compete against me with whatever goals i have set for me.
In my professional front its gonna be a marriage. A marriage to my career and with all the horoscopes coming through, this year i know I just have to choose which bride will be my future.
In my personal front, no marriages as yet, but yes im gonna reduce how much i crap. It might make me boring, but i guess its better to be boring than bugging.

On a final note, I still wonder why Mr. Santa hasnt been caught up by the moral police, how on earth does he get away by saying "Ho Ho Ho" all the time?

Bad Ass day!

So, I'm in New York City, about to take the metro and go downtown, sittin in the chair, i get up realising, my jeans gets stuck to this nail in the seat! It doesnt matter! its jeans hello! they are strong! I get into the train, thankfully im seated, come to the 34th street, when i get off, and walk 12 blocks when suddenly i realise the a/c vent in my pants start working, and i have cool air comin in to me...A quick check on my zip tells me its workin fine, and a quick check on my butt tells me i have a 20 cm hole in my pant! damn nails in seats!!! Oh and no undies make matters worse!!!
What do i do?
Huff! Puff! Sweat!
Relax, its New York City baby! Walk another block, take a cabbie to the hotel and all's well, now only have to wait 2 months and pray no nerd made an mms clip of that! and then life is all good!!!

Sex, woman and rock and roll!

Reading books and travelling can you give you a lot of insights about people, places and obviously snippets to write about, given below are a few one-liners i have heard, cherished and saved.

* The average man can fool the average woman, if only he will let her have her own way at the start

*The angle of the dangle is directly proportional to the heat of the meat provided the urge to surge remains constant!

*Dancing is the vertical expression for a horizontal desire.

*There are only two infinite things - space and human stupidity.

*There are two areas where new ideas are terrible dangerous: economics and sex. By and large it's all been tried, and if it's really new, it's probably illegal or dangerous or unhealthy.

Aurora Borealis - The Northern Lights

Through my flying career, i have seen some amazing sights, sounds and signs, but i can tell you, none have been as splendid or spectacular as the Aurora Borealis, also knows as the Northern Lights. Northern lights is a result of our atmosphere shielding against solar particles which would otherwise make our planet uninhabitable.The aurora is a glow observed in the night sky, usually in the polar zone, but its the nature and shape of the glow which makes it so beautiful to look at. The biggest mistake i made was i never photographed it, i will...Till then the memories will do. Oh and i also saw a rising Venus, but then thats another story!

Woman shouldnt be talking balls!

I'm so fed up with woman talking football! And I'm not a MCP nor a woman hater! its just that it kinda bugs me when they talk football. (I'm not saying I'm Raymond Domenech now but i definately am the average football fan and we do discuss players and strategies) and then one goes::
:oh yea Brazil will win.
Why?
They have Ronaldinho.
Hmmm, you a Brazilian fan?
Yes, I love their team!
Who else do you know in their team?
Ronaldo, ummm Roberto Carlos.
And?
(Long Pause) Brazil will win! Ronaldinho will score and he is cute too!
sniff!sniff!
I have already decided never to define what an offside is to them!
In the end of all that someone comments, "Fine, and remember next time we go out shopping, we will never call you"!
Yaay!

A picture is worth a thousand words!!!

"We try to grab pieces of our lives as they speed past us. Photographs freeze those pieces and help us remember how we were. We don't know these lost people but if you look around, you'll find someone just like them."
Gene McSweeney, Grey Water Photography, 06-04-2006

What you will see below are a few images, etched in our hearts forever. Most of you would have seen them before, I am still puttin them up here as a sad reminder of how war, hurt, and nature's fury can destroy every effort of mankind to make this world a better place to be in.

Indira Mariyappan (by Arko Dutta)


The fateful day of December 26th, 2004 the great Tsunami struck the coasts of Cuddalore. Indira mourns the loss of her sister-in-law, her only source of support. Deserted by her husband, she lives with her brother, struggling for her survival.


Winds of Change (by Cheryl Diaz)


Standing proudly, 10-year-old Uniss Mohammad Salman was among students returning to Al Amtithal Elemtary School, one of the first in the city of reopen after the invasion of Baghdad.


The Afghan Girl (by Steve McCurry)


She was one of the world's most famous faces, yet no one knew who she was. Her image appeared on the front of magazines and books, posters, lapel pins, and even rugs, but she didn't know it. Now, after searching for 17 years, National Geographic has once again found the Afghan girl, Sharabt Gula with the haunting green eyes.


The Food chain (By Kevin Carter)


Visiting Sudan, a little-known photographer took a picture that made the world weep. What happened afterward is a tragedy of another sort. The image presaged no celebration: a child barely alive, a vulture so eager for carrion. Yet the photograph that epitomised Sudan's famine would win Kevin Carter fame - and hopes for anchoring a career spent hounding the news, free-lancing in war zones, waiting anxiously for assignments amid dire finances, staying in the line of fire for that one great picture. On May 23, 14 months after capturing that memorable scene, Carter walked up to the dais in the classical rotunda of Columbia University's Low Memorial Library and received the Pulitzer Prize for feature photography.
Two months after receiving his Pulitzer, Carter would be dead of carbon-monoxide poisoning in Johannesburg, a suicide at 33. "I'm really, really sorry," he explained in a note left on the passenger seat beneath a knapsack. "The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist."


A heartless city


The raging mob burns and pilages all that which comes its way. This soot-stained , terror ridden face of Naseruddin Qutbuddin Ansari, a 29-year-old tailor, was the defining image of the horror of the worst religious riots in a decade. He firmly believes Muslims and Hindus will unite in Gujarat on Thursday to build a better India.




The execution (by Eddie Adams)


With North Vietnam’s Tet Offensive beginning, Nguyen Ngoc Loan, South Vietnam’s national police chief, was doing all he could to keep Viet Cong guerrillas from Saigon. As Loan executed a prisoner who was said to be a Viet Cong captain, AP photographer Eddie Adams opened the shutter. Adams won a Pulitzer Prize for a picture that, as much as any, turned public opinion against the war.


The melting girl (by Nick Ut)


Nick Ut : " The picture shows Kim, when her skin is burned so badly. Behind Kim, you see all the South Vietnamese armies running with her, together. She looked ever so bad - I thought that she would die.You know, I had been outside the village that morning and I took a lot of pictures. I was almost leaving the village when I saw two aeroplanes. The first dropped four bombs and the second aeroplane dropped another four napalm [bombs]."

P.S: Kim Phuc now lives in Canada


Lost Souls ( by Caroyln Cole)


Kinny Kanneh, age 9, was wounded when mortar rounds landed in a Monrovia refugee camp run by the American embassy. Refugees descended on the capital to avoid fighting, but the violence followed. Pulitzer Prize winner in 2003.


Each of this image is a story in itself, and though not every story has a happy ending, these images ensured that their endings would change, if they haven't already been done. They will be. Oneday. Someday...

I can't be your superman!

Everybody wants to be superman, and yet no one is, and this is a guy who wears his underwear outside his pants, and when i did that in my college, the girls went ewww and the teachers asked me to take a day off from my tiring schedule. hmmmph life cant be fair at times!!!

But there is onething I admire about superman, he rescues and helps people when they need him the most, and that incidentally is the topic of conversation...

It makes me think of all the times people have helped me and i question myself to find out, if i have ever done enough to justify the faith they have entrusted on me.It's true we dont really know what we have lost till its gone, leaving things for tomorrow and taking things for granted have made me lose the most important person in my life and i will always regret that i could never do more than what i did to make her life happy. Why can't i just have some superpowers to see that all are happy and i'm there when they need me the most. I guess i can never be anybody's superman and the more i try, the more the expectations would grow, this is one flaw i will always carry on just like the sailor did, when he had to carry the albatross across his shoulders when he shot it....

But then ofcourse everyone has his own flaws, just like superman does...I'm sure you have read reports about how he is spending time in jail now for killing his girlfriend when she commented "Superman you came faster than a speeding bullet"

Of Birthdays and growing old!!!

Hmmm its 12:00, the date reads 04 - 05 - 06, what day is it? Its my birthday!!! where am i? On flight all the way from France...the crew kicks my ass real hard infront of the passengers...the passengers are shocked...the inflight supervisor announces its one of the crew's birthday and they present me with a Davidoff Coolwater...suddenly its all cool...the passengers wish me too...and life comes back to normal....touchdown...Bombay...switch on my cell...i have 42 messages...calls from kuwait london and france...life sure has taken a turn for good..(period) a lot more calls a quite dinner and a tired and satisfied day later its nearing 12:00 in the night now and i am in the train goin home...welcome 24!

What time is it? Time to party!!!

Ok who apart from Paris Hilton parties in london, shits in new york, drinks in frankfurt, parties even more in paris and makes a fool of herself everywhere else!!! ME!!!!
Been partying so much, and what tops up is that i get to drink all the best brands of wine, whisky, beer, you name it, they got it kinda!.
I met up with this film director from Finland, and while I havent bagged any role, sleazy or other, it was a very interesting hookup...
Went to Frankfurt this time, where a few captains and some senior hostesses called me for a party they were throwing, and what a party it was, we danced, well ok they danced, drank and the hotel we are put up at the Inter Continental is close to the uhh lets say gentleman's club areas....went to this shop called Dr. Meuller, a sex shop, and was amazed by the things they kept to make mankind horny!!!
From there I went to Chicago, and couldnt go out a lot there coz the weather was a lil too cold for comfort, so confined myself to the hotel room, the internet parlour and the swimming pool!
Adios

Friday I'm in love with you.

Ahh, another few weeks of flying, more experiences, parties, ceremonies...one of the flights i did recently was to Haj, though everyone will probably know Mecca is the most pious and religious of places of visit for muslims. Any Muslim who can afford has to make atleast one visit to Mecca, and this made me salute the passengers on the flight, clearly there were a lot of people in this flight who have never been on an airplane, and cost of the total journey is steep and yet these people save up everything they have to make the trip.
Apart from that this week also happened to me my mothers 1st death anniversary ceremony or whatever you call it, and when I think of all that my mother must have done for me at every stage of my life and how I now will never be able to make up for it ...it kinda saddens me....
I am thinking of buying me a laptop, so if there is someone who accidentally bumps into my blog and can offer me a suggestion, I'd appreciate that...
Nothing else really, I am not in the best of moods now and I might publish a few of my pics if I feel they are worthy to look at.
cheers.