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My lover is just outside the window…. he is making such a racket… I should run outside now… cannot wait another moment for him to embrace me and overwhelm me with his essence.. I have to smell him and fill my senses with his faint redolence… I have to let his fingers crawl all over me…
RAIN.
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring…
And love is not the easy thing…
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can’t leave behind
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it’s a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
Walk on, walk on
What you got, they can’t steal it
No they can’t even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight…
You’re packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can’t deny it
Can’t sell it or buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Home…hard to know what it is if you never had one
Home…I can’t say where it is but I know I’m going home
That’s where the heart is
I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Leave it behind
You’ve got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme…
When you were a child everyone allowed you into their lives.. they picked you up and gave you the false impression that you’d be accepted all your life…
But as you grew up people found more and more reasons to outcast you! Some incurable disease, a physical condition, a caste and some irrevocable reason to typecast you and throw you into the trash.. and people don’t trust you any more… even your truths are suspected.. who is to blame?
Why does one accumulate all of one’s learning in a place like this for the world to see? All the time the world thinks you’re painting a picture to earn respect … bullshit.. not me!
And all your life you’re kind and nice and polite and humble and follow rules and what comes of it? Nothing! Might as well live while you can and ignore the moral policing!
I sometimes think I empathize with people like Cho Seung Hui… the society creates them. How the hell is poor Ed Kemper supposed to retain his sanity, love and respect for the world, while his father and mother kept shuttling him between them and sent him to his grandparents because they did not want the child to intrude in their freedom? What happens to these people like Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris? You think they’re born that way with a gun in their hand? They are made! Slowly…
Every time you ignore somebody because you find them ugly and boring, you’re probably sowing a seed of hatred in someone else. Nothing hurts like indifference. And all the clever ones seem to know this very well. It is a power game isn’t it? It is not about coexisting, living and letting live. It is about who is better, who is greater, who is smarter, who is fitter!
It is about running all the time. Running away from one problem to another… till the running itself becomes a problem. It is fear… panic, incapability to stop and look at the problem. It is the fear itself which usually exaggerates the problem.
Fine …. keep your stinky chastity, money, good looks and snobbery to yourself… yeah weirdos like me exist… aberrations exist.. if not for aberrations you cannot build your damned systems. There will be a day when your own system would crush you down.. it does not care!
Last night my grandma kept asking me why I paid so much for my little radio. She was talking about my new ipod of course. Then I asked her to lie down, put the ear phones in her ears ignoring her protests, toned down the volume and played a Tamil song – en kaNmaNi by Ilayaraja. She kept her neck stiff, worried if the ear phones were going to fall outside. Then she slowly relaxed. I then played Mountain Streams by Kitaro. Halfway through this she fell asleep with tiny snores. Then I played Oriental Bamboo Flute by Kitaro and Pillow of Winds by Pink Floyd. Now she was sleeping like a baby. I could have given a million dollars for the peace that I saw on her tired face, then. So why not a few thousand rupees for the little radio? 
Grandma, you deserve the best! :-* >:)<
And remember….
DAFFY DUCK IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Was this rain invented just to torment me into listening to the monotonous pitter patter eventually leading to your translucent smiles crawling around me?
The rain’s fragrance is well-planned too right? The woodsy scents of your love… this fragrance has been concocted with your indifference… how it hurts!
And music adds to the conspiracy… what good is life without your nearness… this music be damned for being so merciless in beauty… so like you…
Wild soul… don’t you dream of me?
All these little things have been woven into the plot to taunt me.. the beetles walking around the grass like innocuous flowers; the caresses of the wind … the clouds reiterating distance and closeness… everything is meant to make my existence intolerable…
my heart is enormously heavy… If you do not come soon then the rain would burn me to death with its loving kisses…
How I hate waiting! Where are you? Why did you silently leave me behind and go where you are right now? NOT FAIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! >:(
My patience is ending. Come back soon!
There will be a day when you will have to include me in your plans. And then you cannot complain! Mad man!!
And stop putting on that dumb guy attitude to pretend like you don’t understand what I’m talking about… no no no … don’t soften your eyes and say sweet things now… am not falling for it!
I’m very very very angry and you’ve had it when you come back. Better wear your helmet and an armour when you come! Grrrrr!!!!!!!!
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh…” – Jack Kerouac
I love this guy! – More Quotes
This is a personality test that I took today.
The link to the test is here:
Personal DNA Test
My results are here:
My personalDNA Report
Story by my 4-year old niece. She had also drawn pictures but I don’t have them here now:
Me and mom are going in a bullock cart. There is a moon and a star. They are always together. There is another moon. It is an old moon. Map comes to show the direction. The star is going to fall and so Dora comes to save the star by singing “Twinkle Twinkle”. After some time Swiper Noddy came there to steal the star. Then Guji the monkey and Dora held their hands together and caught the star. Then they threw the star back into the sky. Then somehow they cross the bridge and save the star.
I asked her who all these people were and she said they come on:
Chutti TV
P.O Box 1478
Teynampet
Chennai -600018
Kids are delightful!
