Before Sunrise & Before Sunset

Watched both the movies for the nth time. Just as the sunrise and sunset dawnson you, at the end of the night or the day, the movie ends with an amalgamationof feelings that dawns on you slowly, leaving you still and hanging in vaccum.Profound Impact. Everytime.

The chemistry,the conversations and characters leave you enchanted. You suddenly feel aliveand breathing more consciously. 

It flows simply, beautifully, naturally and effortlessly with no frills. Thelistening box scene, the phone conversation, conversation in the car, the sceneon the bench. Each expression, verbal and non-verbal is so very detailed.Poignant. Latent deep and large feelings. Jesse and Celine, They share, wish,yearn, desire, burn and hope.

The indirectness that is there is mature and beautiful. There is no story yetthere is something weaving in the background without it being pushed to you.There is no story in the sequel as well. All that there is for the story is the10 years between the movies and the exact time frame when Jesse and Celine meetagain in Paris, having met in Vienna earlier.

Mesmerising'ly yours
Faded Glory

Music & Lyrics

I guess everyone needs a little vent from their daily lives and struggles and for me mine is two-fold music and writing. And both these things have one essential common denominator – words. Words are a potent weapon; can protect or demolish; can crush or give hope, can leave you cold or give warmth, can make you feel belonged or can alienate. For me when I write it is like everything inside of me is falling out for the world to see. I can shed my mask and let people see me. However, other than a few people who know me, I remain anonymous for most, hoping my writings leave a alone person some company, through my thoughts even if its for a few minutes. I write for reflection and to share experiences, mine, and of people around me.

My other healing mantra is music. I have loved music since childhod, it is like all the things I cannot speak out loud or string into words is told through that song. It feels like that song was written with me in mind to express when my words fail. When I listen to a song, I pay attention to the lyrics. Sometimes I wish I was a musician so I could write songs to give people strength, peace, calmness to give them someone to be their voice.

Word-ingly Yours
Faded Glory

Radio Ga Ga

Feeling down and out on a weekday, yet another rough day at work. As my fickle mind wandered here and there. A little walk and talk with a friend can be your lifeline to get back on track.

Here's what my friend had to say: Be like the radio. Tune it to have the fine music playing. Switch the mode of situation as you would on the radio, I mean the AM and FM mode, do that for yourself. From Against Me (AM) tune it to For Me (FM) mode.

Me(with a sad face): But where's the button?
And we burst into laughter. Thank life for small mercies.

Thankfully yours
Faded Glory

Looking at the calendar

Its been quite a year. The one between my last birthday and this fast approaching one. This year I am nothing but grateful for the journey that has brought me from where I was one year ago to now and here.

I am reflective and blessed for the new learnings and growing up, experiences and new opportunities. I have changed cities, found new homes, made new friends, grown new roots and found release from the same belongings that chained me familiarly.

Hooked & Booked

So Mr M, my closest guy friend of 8yrs is officially getting hitched. Hooked and booked for life.Overwhelmed, Happy, Apprehensive, Sad, Excited all at the same time. There have been so many ups and downs through which he has been around, though the advice was never paid heed to. Without any second thoughts, Id call up to share the happiest news, the saddest incident, the silliest gossip anytime like a 24 hour helpline. Now all that impulsiveness ought to stop.

Befriending someone has never been so difficult so far. So, Mrs M, S would soon be my friend too (atleast hoping). Cant wait to team up with her to share the nasty little secrets about M that would do the tricks.

But he is getting married and things will never be the same for us and I have tuned into the music already. The fear is about feeling less important or out of place when I meet him next. The fear is whether she would accept us the way we are. Now, its the time to step back and accept the big change in all of our lives.

Top it all: His wedding date is my birth date. Could it have been any better :)

And to you M: Is baar ka gift maaf kia considering ab tumhare kharche badhne waale hain :P MBBS ki degree milne wali hai :P

500 Miles

Im lost and Im scared
Homesickness, today its flared
Coming back to an empty home
Seems like a ruin in rome

Not a soul to embrace
I stare at the open space
No smiles or joy,a cold shiver
Seems like a cut by sliver

Missing a tender touch, a warm smile
Home number on my speed dial
I dont feel alright
Seems like a long night

Separated in milky way
Today Im far away
Tomorrow will be another day
With a bright sun ray

Neither Slacking nor lacking

If you've noticed the blog posts frequency going down, do not worry. I am up and running. I am brimming with ideas, unfinished posts. Some thoughts lost and long gone, due to my inability to write as fast as I can think :)