Fasting ..Feasting and more..

Eating 5 times a day is no joke. Atleast in my world, Sharma land. My Bombay friends all make fun of my appetite. They start off by ordering half a 'roti' for me, when we eat out. And then the constant jokes follow.

Which is why Delhi loves me. And feeds me well, always. My digestive system still remains loyal to Bombay though. Hence, the constant battle, of binging and ejecting it all out, simultaneously, that too.

Anyhow, if there's something called freezing time, in a particular place. With particular people, etc. That's what Delhi is. Delhi is frozen. People are frozen. And memories, too. It's almost mechanical, but in an endearing way. I need to push buttons and de-frost it all. And there it is, just the way I've always wanted. Relationships between people, among my friends have changed. Entire group dynamics have reversed. But those personal bonds, between me and them, have survived. And if that weren't the case, I'd have broken. Because home is one place that shouldn't be subjected to change. I'd hate it even if my books were moved from one shelf to another. Time walks only till my door step. Beyond which, it is prohibited.

If only I could bottle it all up, and carry it with me, wherever I go. For I've got my running shoes on, since the past one year. And I'm not taking them off for the next 10 years.

It's too late, too soon.

Do we HAVE to stamp a relationship with an engagement ?
Do we HAVE to comply to matrimonial union to get respectability ?
Do we HAVE to live together to BE together?

The Trine-Sublime

This is a toast to the three best women in my playlist right now. The songs always manage to lift up my soul and make me want to sing along. Or not, but have the magical ability to momentarily, make things right. But on most occasions, echo my emotions. Their songs, just always, FIT. And the lyrics, they could've been written by me. Infact, the lyrical resemblance is uncanny. Any which way, here's what they mean to me.

1. Madeleine Peyroux- Your voice is phenomenal. The perfect mix of sensuality and base. A voice I've never heard before, a voice to envy, a voice to admire, a voice inimitable. "Lonesome" is closest to my heart, by far. Purely on the basis of it being for all occasions, and people. Situations and memories. It highly connotes mush, but it's far from that. It's emotionally loaded but it makes me want to smile. It's far from being a separation song, to me, it's a song of past togetherness. "Dance me to your beauty", is probably one of those few songs that make me want to dance. And transport me to the world of true, pure, jazz. A ting of sassiness and tease, an old sixties set up and a wooden dance floor.
Your lyrics are cryptic. Your lyrics are perceptive. And your lyrics remind me, of mine.

2.Katie Melua- You're songs are simple. And bang on. I hate them sometimes, for not being twisted. The pure honesty gives me an itch. It makes me fidgety, but I still can't hit "stop". I sit through it and I curse you, and I love you. I put you on a loop, sometimes. Your songs prick my self consciousness, my cocoon of control, and please my unadulterated side. You voice is as smooth as your songs. I've got to listen to you, atleast once in my 4 odd hours of music time. I'd have to rewind and go back in time, during those early teens , to write like you. But their relevance remains, even now.

3. Michelle Featherstone- You were introduced to me, by my closest friend. And hence, the obvious bias. Your songs substitute my mental situation, my inexplicable mood swings, the wordless world of fluid thoughts. I love the piano. And I love the lovely mesh of the two melodies, a beautiful voice set to the rhythm of the piano. You make me want to hang on to each word you sing, and feel it in all honesty. I don't listen to you too often. I listen to you only when I KNOW I need music, for therapy.

Black book blogs.

SO I was separated from my direct connection with the world at large. When my laptop decided to die, all of a sudden. So there I was, blogging, updating, chatting and mailing, very happy and content in this little virtual world of mine.

The laptop suddenly spluttered. Made a weird "noise". And then, died. Just like that. I was transported into the wonderful world of flashback. Black and white, there I was , on the swing with you, on the sofa, bed, loo *cough *....... chair, table, college, home, floor, street, everywhere. I could see you EVERYWHERE. Like our existence was synonymous to each others. And I lost you before I could say bye bye.

Anyhow, after I snapped out of the world of drama, I realized how seriously, technology had engulfed me. That's when I spotted my old XIC registers. And leafed through each page. And realized how my entire one year was so beautifully hidden in these 5 registers. The one that really got my spirits up was the small black one. It probably has the best of my doodling works, my conversation with friends during class and a few short poems written here and there. Some of the pieces are as follows :

Feeding your fantasy,
as fantastical as,
an immortal cup of venom,
as surreal as life itself,
churns that perennial, colossal world,
that's
Virtual




Dog and the bone,
where the dog is me,
and the bone is you.

Where the tag is me,
and the chase is you.

Where the seek is me,
and the hide is you.

Where the fun is me,
and the game is YOU.