"All language is but a poor translation."
Franz Kafka

Monday, October 11, 2010


shamelessly and unconditionally devoted.
evermore forgiving and never expecting.
forever bearing and forevermore relinquishing.  


Indian Woman with Red Bindi by Ginette Callaway

Thursday, October 7, 2010

I give up. I know i land up here more when i'm on the brink of an emotional breakdown more then when i have something good and nice to share... but thats sorta how it is. 


i feel like i am trying so desperately to have things go right and they do just the opposite. every time i manage to convince myself that i can do something and that there is a way out of everything if my will is strong enough... my will gets blasted into a million pieces. 


to make matters worse i feel like there is a clown at  every corner of my mind laughing at me. i want to stop trying and just be. i feel like i might as well stop writing on my list of goals and aspirations and just start erasing.  no energy left to fight anything anymore. nothing left whatsoever: i'm on the ground and i don't want to move.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

GET UP &
D.A.N.C.E.



Monday, October 4, 2010

I have just barely finished watching this film and I cannot contain myself. This film has, for me at least, revived any passion I have ever felt for cinema and film making. Sheer brilliance on all levels (perhaps this opinion is premature given I have yet had the chance to come out of this high its taken me to)! No praise is enough. It deserves, in my opinion, the highest distinctions for the breathtaking and outstanding performances and impeccable story telling ... I don't even have the words to express my impression, only the goosebumps on my arms to show what I am feeling right now. If I could share my appreciation for the film, I would stand before the entire team that put forth this film and applaud them individually, until my hands tire, for it is truly a stroke of celluloid beauty they've gifted us. If you haven't yet, I think  you owe to yourself to watch... RAAJNEETI.

To me this film is a raw and enticing exhibition of the darkest facet of man, as tainted by greed and hunger for power. It is unapologetic in its approach and so impeccably real that it lures you into its world. Human animosity could not have been painted in a more exquisite manner. It engages you in the emotions that its character are feeling and calls you to think. I loved it and WILL watch it again. 



Friday, October 1, 2010

Anjaana/Anjaani

Naina lageeyan baarishan
Te sukke sukke sapne vi pijj gaye
Naina lageeyan baarishan
Rove palkein de kone vich neendh meri
Naina laggeyan baarishan
Hanju digde ne chot lage dil te
Naina laggeyan baarishan
Rut birha de badlan di chaa gayi

Kaali kaali khaali raaton se
Hone lagi hai dosti
Khoya khoya inn raahon mein
Ab mera kuch bhi nahiHar pal har lamha
Main kaise sehta hoonHar pal har lamha
Main khudh se yeh kehta rehta hoon

Tujhe bhula diya oh
Tujhe bhula diya oh
Tujhe bhula diya oh
Phir kyun teri yaadon ne
Mujhe rula diya oh
Mujhe rula diya

Teri yaadon mein likhe jo lafz dete hai sunayi
Beetay lamhe poochte hai kyun hue aise judaa
Khuda, khuda mila jo yeh faasla hai
Khuda tera hi yeh faisla hai
Khuda hona tha woh ho gayaJo tune tha likha

Kaali kaali khaali raaton se
Hone lagi hai dosti
Khoya khoya inn raahon mein
Ab mera kuch bhi nahiHar pal har lamha
Main kaise sehta hoonHar pal har lamha
Main khudh se yeh kehta rehta hoon

Tujhe bhula diya oh
Tujhe bhula diya oh
Tujhe bhula diya oh
Phir kyun teri yaadon ne
Mujhe rula diya oh
Mujhe rula diya

Naina lageeyan baarishan
Te sukke sukke sapne vi pijj gaye
Naina lageeyan baarishan
Rut birha de badlan di cha gayi

Do pal tujhse juda tha
Aise phir rasta muda tha
Tujhse mein khone laga
Juda jaise hone laga
Mujhse kuch 

Tu hi meri liye ab kar dua
Tu hi iss dard se kar de juda
Tera hoke tera jo main na raha
Main yeh khud se kehta hoon

Tujhe bhula diya oh
Tujhe bhula diya oh
Tujhe bhula diya oh
Phir kyun teri yaadon ne
Mujhe rula diya oh
Mujhe rula diya
found this gem on Tyler Knott's blog... and have fallen in love with Tracy Chapman.




When all my hopes and dreams
Have been betrayed
I stand before you
My hands are empty

I am yours
If you are mine

When I fall and stumble
Flat on my face
When I'm shamed and humbled
In disgrace

I am yours
If you are mine

When voices call me
To question my faith
When misperception
Taints my love with hate

I am yours
If you are mine

When time decides
It won't stop for me
When the hawks and vultures
Are circling

I am yours
If you are mine.

Lost in Thought

is in dire need of something...

something to awaken me 
i want to feel like i have a purpose and that i know what it is
i want to feel enthused and blindly passionate about something
i want to feel the colours of life seep into my skin
i want to feel like i can do anything
i want to feel assertive about the decisions i make

i want to feel like i am in control of my life and not standing outside, looking in like a stranger

i need to find myself in the chaotic storm that are my thoughts, my questions and my beliefs.
i need to feel found.
Lost in Thought, by Rebecca Foster