…I’m in love with you
This ain't the honeymoon
Past the infatuation phase
Right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue everyday…
“Honeymoon stage”, he commented as a couple rode by on a bike with the girl doing some lovey-dovey gesture to the boy. “They are going through their 6 month honeymoon phase, the best time in any relationship. Ah I recall my honeymoon phase”, he wistfully remembered. We all laughed. “But yours was a 5 year honeymoon, right?” He looked askance at me. “3 and a half years”, I corrected him. “3 and a half years”, he repeated. “And then the honeymoon is over and the madness starts. With all the—You-don’t-spend-any-time-with-me, you-don’t-love-me-anymore.” The three of us laughed some more. Suddenly, unbidden, I felt bitter. And my goddamn voice reflected it. I think I sounded hysterical. “Ah well I never went through the post-honeymoon phase. I had no choice. One moment it’s the honeymoon, the next he’s walked out and flown to Goa and poof, gone!” It’s the first time they had seen me show emotion over the divorce. It shocked me more than it stunned them.
Divorce. What an ugly word. But it’s the only word that does justice to what happened between us. Ours was no ordinary break up. In fact ours was no break up. It was just that. A divorce. With all its ugliness, all the trappings, all the pain, all the madness, all the division, all the mornings-after and all the sweet nothings that would become just that—nothing! Without the marriage of course!
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Beyond the Cuts and Seams
A fabric, a garment, an outfit. A thought, a design, a creation. All woven together through the looms of time to make a subtle statement, an indelible mark, a way of life is what one discovers at this year’s Lakmé Fashion Week
Fashion’s on a trip — a colourful high involving pastels, flowing cuts and fits and East meets West silhouettes. The Lakmé Fashion Week held from October 31-November 4, 2006 at the NCPA, Mumbai showcased just this as it urged everyone to get ready for a fun-filled and subtle yet eye catching summer. Featuring established, emerging and Gen Next designers along with brands and accessory designers, the Lakmé Fashion Week had appearances to emulate, designs to desire, and labels to target. The collections of established designers like Sabyasachi Mukherjee, Pria Kataria Puri, Vikram Phadnis, Priyadarshini Rao, Lascelles Symons, Wendell Rodricks, Narendra Kumar, Surily Goel, Sanchita Ajjampur, to name a few; took to the ramp to show people how to groove to the new beauty beat along with foreign designers like Nathalie Garcon, Leonard Paris, Clive Rundle, and South African fashion house Sun Goddess. Emerging designers like Anand Kabra, Chaitanya Rao, Julie Kagti, Payal Singhal, Bhumika and Shyamal Shodhan, Nikasha Tawdey, etc helped everyone feel the many spirited moods that spring and summer bring. Gen Next designers like Abdul Halder, Rushabh Maniar also added to the sizzle of the season.
After the excesses of the 80s, the nose-dives of the 90s, the dynamic mysticism of the millennium has brought a return to the fundamental values in modern life. Simplicity, style, all-encompassing philosophies, broader outlooks have been the necessity of every generation. Life today covers all this and offers many alternatives, allowing everyone to create their own individualistic selves. Designers at the Lakmé Fashion Week brought to life the mood for Spring/Summer 2007, which is contemporary; where the classics in our lives can be combined with the psychedelic and sophisticated meets streetwise with chic consequences.
The earth and sky combined to form loose cuts and flowing fits, happiness reflected its vibrant colour palette through suspended mirrors, a sea shell brought to life an array of apparel and the sun shone to bring the flame of the Indian summer to the ramp. Grand fashion concepts aren’t just yanked from thin air. Before pen has even reached the drawing board; something has acted as a muse, be it an age, a structure, or a work of art. Designers brought out their inspiration for the vivid patterns that will make the flavour of summer through pastels, polka dots, florals, khadi, chiffons, georgettes and more.
Down the ages, clothing the body and in turn the soul, has played an important role in our lives. It is a new season and with each new one comes change, some broader and more radical than the last. New ideas, scandalous insanities, life itself; all found their way into the Lakmé Fashion Week 2006. Vibrant hues, flowing cuts, hedonistic fabrics found themselves imposed on garments or accessories to create an identity. The Fashion Week was all about the unspoken…the body seeking nirvana in style.
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Fashion’s on a trip — a colourful high involving pastels, flowing cuts and fits and East meets West silhouettes. The Lakmé Fashion Week held from October 31-November 4, 2006 at the NCPA, Mumbai showcased just this as it urged everyone to get ready for a fun-filled and subtle yet eye catching summer. Featuring established, emerging and Gen Next designers along with brands and accessory designers, the Lakmé Fashion Week had appearances to emulate, designs to desire, and labels to target. The collections of established designers like Sabyasachi Mukherjee, Pria Kataria Puri, Vikram Phadnis, Priyadarshini Rao, Lascelles Symons, Wendell Rodricks, Narendra Kumar, Surily Goel, Sanchita Ajjampur, to name a few; took to the ramp to show people how to groove to the new beauty beat along with foreign designers like Nathalie Garcon, Leonard Paris, Clive Rundle, and South African fashion house Sun Goddess. Emerging designers like Anand Kabra, Chaitanya Rao, Julie Kagti, Payal Singhal, Bhumika and Shyamal Shodhan, Nikasha Tawdey, etc helped everyone feel the many spirited moods that spring and summer bring. Gen Next designers like Abdul Halder, Rushabh Maniar also added to the sizzle of the season.
After the excesses of the 80s, the nose-dives of the 90s, the dynamic mysticism of the millennium has brought a return to the fundamental values in modern life. Simplicity, style, all-encompassing philosophies, broader outlooks have been the necessity of every generation. Life today covers all this and offers many alternatives, allowing everyone to create their own individualistic selves. Designers at the Lakmé Fashion Week brought to life the mood for Spring/Summer 2007, which is contemporary; where the classics in our lives can be combined with the psychedelic and sophisticated meets streetwise with chic consequences.
The earth and sky combined to form loose cuts and flowing fits, happiness reflected its vibrant colour palette through suspended mirrors, a sea shell brought to life an array of apparel and the sun shone to bring the flame of the Indian summer to the ramp. Grand fashion concepts aren’t just yanked from thin air. Before pen has even reached the drawing board; something has acted as a muse, be it an age, a structure, or a work of art. Designers brought out their inspiration for the vivid patterns that will make the flavour of summer through pastels, polka dots, florals, khadi, chiffons, georgettes and more.
Down the ages, clothing the body and in turn the soul, has played an important role in our lives. It is a new season and with each new one comes change, some broader and more radical than the last. New ideas, scandalous insanities, life itself; all found their way into the Lakmé Fashion Week 2006. Vibrant hues, flowing cuts, hedonistic fabrics found themselves imposed on garments or accessories to create an identity. The Fashion Week was all about the unspoken…the body seeking nirvana in style.
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Panoply of Possibilities
Iridescent Old-Arabian nights protract into mornings. Serenity and opportunity waits around every corner. Inhibitions slide, your senses take over. You are being welcomed to live the experience that is Dubai
A consolidated empire, laws that were codified, an emirate as glorious a metropolis as it has always been even in days of yore. Dubai is a place of old world protocol and sumptuous dining, of international businesses and sensuously beautiful souqs, of properties beckoning inhabitation and those that have already had their call answered, of encouraging investment markets and inviting business ventures.
I had expected to be intrigued by Dubai, and to admire it; I had not expected to be awed. It has absorbed an array of cultures and people and yet it is different from all of them. There is something immensely enigmatic for me about the shift one perceives, while delving into a place, from the past to the future, from the Bedouin way of desert dwelling nomadic life to the settled yet dynamic city life, from the opulence, majesty and quiet dignity of yore to the simplicity, ‘slim-line’ feeling and sleekness that only technology can bring. It is a gradation of sights, of structural design, of gradually retreating minarets intermingled with advancing glass buildings, of the very look of oases and sand dunes, so that little by little you begin to believe you can read in nature itself the saturation of history. Does the shoulder of an Arabian hillside really look so unlike the slope of an Indian meadow? Of course not. And yet the distinction is as impracticable to eliminate from the eye as the history that enlightens it is from the mind.
And it is not only reaching back into history that tells of a place or people gone by; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us to tell us where we are going. Dubai has been making leap after quantum leap. After all, a gateway to the East and West means opening up of new vistas and access to places, international businesses, ventures, and people.
Tourism is obviously a major industry here. Says Pravin Nanda, GM Dubai Grand Hotel, “People visit Dubai for 4 reasons. One is historical; for Pearl Diving, the heritage village, to feel a taste of the rustic Arabian charm. Secondly they come here to experience the sights and sounds, the beautiful places engulfed in beauty. People also come here for the security that Dubai provides. One can walk the streets at 3 or 4 a.m. and be absolutely safe. People don’t even lock their cars. It is safe for women. And the crime rate is very low. Fourthly and definitely not the least of the reasons is for shopping, to get the best deals on the best products.”
This also leads to the booming of other industries like the Hotel Industry which should double up by October 2007 and where everyone gets good value for money.
When oil was discovered in 1966, Sheikh Rashid made use of these revenues to stimulate infrastructural expansion in Dubai. The swiftness of development continued at a fever pitch. Project after project left the drawing board to make the impossible into a possible phenomenon. The World, Burj Dubai, the Hydropolis, the Restless Planet theme park, Ski Dubai, The Mall of Arabia, are all either a reality or will soon leave the drawing boards.
With so many new projects being conceptualised and executed investment in property becomes the thereby subsequent step. Syed Ali Anwer, CEO, 3D Venture Real Estate Company explains, “Dubai is Duty Free, crime free, tax free, offers security and safety. It has world class shopping malls, a multi cultural society, best medical and health care, holiday resorts, sports facilities, entertainment centres, an innovative, dynamic and entrepreneurial business culture. Dubai is politically stable and has a forward-looking responsive Government with business friendly regulations, which has played a key role in attracting business investments from all over the world.” “Invest. But invest now. As it is the right time to get on the boat”, reiterates Syed Ali Anwer.
The question being asked today is, ‘Is there an upward momentum in terms of property prices or is Dubai still low-priced and economical?’ Fact of the matter is that it will continue moving upward but the property prices still offer a very good bargain compare to the world’s cosmopolitan cities. Statistics show that the demand due to promotion is too high and will keep increasing even if supply is met thus producing a major hike in the pricing. It will take time for correction to take place and prices to come down to normal. The curve will take at least 5 years to come down but the future will see stability from 2012 onwards and by 2017/2020 correction will occur. To keep up with all this, it is sensible for any investor to invest now and thus not be at a loss. Thus putting to rest any fears that the prices will continue rising and demand may never meet supply.
Dubai is now no more a one stop weekend paradise but a place where one can indulge, invest and even provide incentives for others. From tourism to property to infrastructure, from markets to boardrooms to your very own living room, Dubai epitomizes the phrase, “Even the impossible says I’M POSSIBLE”.
Pas a Pas se va luènh
A consolidated empire, laws that were codified, an emirate as glorious a metropolis as it has always been even in days of yore. Dubai is a place of old world protocol and sumptuous dining, of international businesses and sensuously beautiful souqs, of properties beckoning inhabitation and those that have already had their call answered, of encouraging investment markets and inviting business ventures.
I had expected to be intrigued by Dubai, and to admire it; I had not expected to be awed. It has absorbed an array of cultures and people and yet it is different from all of them. There is something immensely enigmatic for me about the shift one perceives, while delving into a place, from the past to the future, from the Bedouin way of desert dwelling nomadic life to the settled yet dynamic city life, from the opulence, majesty and quiet dignity of yore to the simplicity, ‘slim-line’ feeling and sleekness that only technology can bring. It is a gradation of sights, of structural design, of gradually retreating minarets intermingled with advancing glass buildings, of the very look of oases and sand dunes, so that little by little you begin to believe you can read in nature itself the saturation of history. Does the shoulder of an Arabian hillside really look so unlike the slope of an Indian meadow? Of course not. And yet the distinction is as impracticable to eliminate from the eye as the history that enlightens it is from the mind.
And it is not only reaching back into history that tells of a place or people gone by; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us to tell us where we are going. Dubai has been making leap after quantum leap. After all, a gateway to the East and West means opening up of new vistas and access to places, international businesses, ventures, and people.
Tourism is obviously a major industry here. Says Pravin Nanda, GM Dubai Grand Hotel, “People visit Dubai for 4 reasons. One is historical; for Pearl Diving, the heritage village, to feel a taste of the rustic Arabian charm. Secondly they come here to experience the sights and sounds, the beautiful places engulfed in beauty. People also come here for the security that Dubai provides. One can walk the streets at 3 or 4 a.m. and be absolutely safe. People don’t even lock their cars. It is safe for women. And the crime rate is very low. Fourthly and definitely not the least of the reasons is for shopping, to get the best deals on the best products.”
This also leads to the booming of other industries like the Hotel Industry which should double up by October 2007 and where everyone gets good value for money.
When oil was discovered in 1966, Sheikh Rashid made use of these revenues to stimulate infrastructural expansion in Dubai. The swiftness of development continued at a fever pitch. Project after project left the drawing board to make the impossible into a possible phenomenon. The World, Burj Dubai, the Hydropolis, the Restless Planet theme park, Ski Dubai, The Mall of Arabia, are all either a reality or will soon leave the drawing boards.
With so many new projects being conceptualised and executed investment in property becomes the thereby subsequent step. Syed Ali Anwer, CEO, 3D Venture Real Estate Company explains, “Dubai is Duty Free, crime free, tax free, offers security and safety. It has world class shopping malls, a multi cultural society, best medical and health care, holiday resorts, sports facilities, entertainment centres, an innovative, dynamic and entrepreneurial business culture. Dubai is politically stable and has a forward-looking responsive Government with business friendly regulations, which has played a key role in attracting business investments from all over the world.” “Invest. But invest now. As it is the right time to get on the boat”, reiterates Syed Ali Anwer.
The question being asked today is, ‘Is there an upward momentum in terms of property prices or is Dubai still low-priced and economical?’ Fact of the matter is that it will continue moving upward but the property prices still offer a very good bargain compare to the world’s cosmopolitan cities. Statistics show that the demand due to promotion is too high and will keep increasing even if supply is met thus producing a major hike in the pricing. It will take time for correction to take place and prices to come down to normal. The curve will take at least 5 years to come down but the future will see stability from 2012 onwards and by 2017/2020 correction will occur. To keep up with all this, it is sensible for any investor to invest now and thus not be at a loss. Thus putting to rest any fears that the prices will continue rising and demand may never meet supply.
Dubai is now no more a one stop weekend paradise but a place where one can indulge, invest and even provide incentives for others. From tourism to property to infrastructure, from markets to boardrooms to your very own living room, Dubai epitomizes the phrase, “Even the impossible says I’M POSSIBLE”.
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Dubai - To Do (Or What To Do?)
Broadening horizons, adding spice, captivating the senses and calling you. Everything should feel this good...
If the most accurate judge of time is a clock, the most sensitive is surely Dubai. It has cultivated its heritage carefully, keeping itself trimmed neither ostentatiously nor in an unstylish manner, walking neither too near to the past nor too far from it, neither too quickly nor too slowly from progress. It has taught itself to pay more attention to the broader picture than to the centre of its vision, thus building itself and expanding into the complete experience for everyone.
Seasons in the Sun
Not just a weekend destination but an ‘any-day-of-the-week’ one. Not just a getaway but a wholesome, fulfilling holiday. The Dubai of now: a place where the frantic pace of modern life slows down enough for you to enjoy it.
The Arabian Experience
Dubai has taken its historical artifacts, monuments, texts, traditions, picked up oil along the way and marched boldly with it all through the streets and souqs of old Arabia into the corporate, much heralded and well blended globalised world.
Summer Surprises
Modhesh! Amazing! That’s what summers are supposed to be. 1998 brought a series of surprises to this season with the starting of the Dubai Summer Surprises (DSS). In its 9th year this year and held between June 21 and September 21, 2006, DSS increased surprises ten-fold with its 10 Surprises and more. Modhesh, the yellow mascot for DSS has been bringing fun and cheer to children and adults as he ushers in something for everyone.
Nocturnal Lures
A taste of the desert night air gives one transparency to clear the day’s dust and grime. A taste of its culture at venues throughout the city offer a time to begin a new journey into a new experience. International events, concerts, music artistes, film festivals all provide space and time to adjust to this new world.
Centre Stage
Dubai Creek
The earth gleams still and deep like an opal in the gentle morning sun. A calm breeze gently scallops the creek’s surface at the edges and scrapes the dust across the land. Giving birth to this city and remaining the very lifeblood of Dubai, Dubai Creek has an enticing magnetism for visitors here.
Souqs
The market shimmers into view. Evocative of a scene from the Arabian Nights, the network of tiny lanes and by lanes meander on either side of the creek and other parts of Dubai. Men, women and children don’t just sell their wares but demand a return to the old market rules of bargaining and barter. A sensory invasion few want to run away from.
Bastakiya
Bastakiya gives a peek into the alluring and enticing old city. Thin lanes bear houses with tall chimney-like structures called wind-towers to cool homes naturally. Renovated, preserved and protected Bastakiya now houses a museum, cultural centre, restaurants and a heritage hotel with an art gallery.
Bird Watching
The climate of any country tells of its flora and fauna. A tidal wetland right on its doorstep, within a few minutes off the centre of the town, the scorching desert heat, the cooling desert night, the gulf, all have given rise to a varied array of bird species.
Spirited Sports
Snow (Hey Oh)!
Night is day and winter is summer. And sand is snow. And maybe the gods have gone crazy. But, wait before you pinch yourself. There is snow in the sweltering heat of Dubai. Welcome to Ski Dubai, which opened in December last year and is an indoor ski resort set within a 6.5 million square feet complex. From ski runs of all types for all ages to themed restaurants to an exclusive retail shop to professional instructors.
Golf
An old luxury, a new leisure, Dubai offers this sport with élan. Bragging premier golf courses, challenging ones with varying tee and pin positions, yet enjoyable and rewarding, Dubai has been voted the world’s leading golf destination by the IGTOA.
Horse Riding
Horses have been the pride of tradition here. Riding thorough the desert with the wind in your hair, one can literally paint a picture with the sand as your canvas and the horse as your paintbrush.
Adventure Tourism and Water Sports
Everyone has a wild side. And Dubai provides just the opportunity to unleash it with sports like Mountain Climbing, Sky Jumping, Scuba Diving, Go Karting, Wadi Bashing, Dune Bashing and Sand Storming. Caressed by the waters of the Gulf, Dubai offers diving down to the rich marine life and mysterious wrecks. Sailing and windsurfing are other attractions. Racing and jet skiing add to the thrill of this chase.
Super- Shopping- Dooper- Dubai!
Trust Dubai to tap into and cater to the hilt the one gene that is inbuilt in some, acquired by others and just doesn’t go down with a few. Dubai has taken the business of shopping seriously—right from its historical souqs to its modern malls and shopping villages. The Dubai Duty Free and the Dubai Shopping Festival ranks high on any shopper’s list with discounts and knick-knacks and what-nots.
Carte du jour – Dubai
Culinary experiences in Dubai call for conspicuous consumption. Be it the soul feeding Middle Eastern cuisine or the stomach filling Asian dishes, or the appetite satisfying junk food and even the heart beating romantic dinner cruises in traditional sailing dhows, Dubai gives new meaning to the term ‘food for thought.’
Dubai is thus the paradise that broke the mould once it was created. Come take a ride on this dreamland express and don’t miss a single moment of the sheer bliss offered here.
Pas a Pas se va luènh
If the most accurate judge of time is a clock, the most sensitive is surely Dubai. It has cultivated its heritage carefully, keeping itself trimmed neither ostentatiously nor in an unstylish manner, walking neither too near to the past nor too far from it, neither too quickly nor too slowly from progress. It has taught itself to pay more attention to the broader picture than to the centre of its vision, thus building itself and expanding into the complete experience for everyone.
Seasons in the Sun
Not just a weekend destination but an ‘any-day-of-the-week’ one. Not just a getaway but a wholesome, fulfilling holiday. The Dubai of now: a place where the frantic pace of modern life slows down enough for you to enjoy it.
The Arabian Experience
Dubai has taken its historical artifacts, monuments, texts, traditions, picked up oil along the way and marched boldly with it all through the streets and souqs of old Arabia into the corporate, much heralded and well blended globalised world.
Summer Surprises
Modhesh! Amazing! That’s what summers are supposed to be. 1998 brought a series of surprises to this season with the starting of the Dubai Summer Surprises (DSS). In its 9th year this year and held between June 21 and September 21, 2006, DSS increased surprises ten-fold with its 10 Surprises and more. Modhesh, the yellow mascot for DSS has been bringing fun and cheer to children and adults as he ushers in something for everyone.
Nocturnal Lures
A taste of the desert night air gives one transparency to clear the day’s dust and grime. A taste of its culture at venues throughout the city offer a time to begin a new journey into a new experience. International events, concerts, music artistes, film festivals all provide space and time to adjust to this new world.
Centre Stage
Dubai Creek
The earth gleams still and deep like an opal in the gentle morning sun. A calm breeze gently scallops the creek’s surface at the edges and scrapes the dust across the land. Giving birth to this city and remaining the very lifeblood of Dubai, Dubai Creek has an enticing magnetism for visitors here.
Souqs
The market shimmers into view. Evocative of a scene from the Arabian Nights, the network of tiny lanes and by lanes meander on either side of the creek and other parts of Dubai. Men, women and children don’t just sell their wares but demand a return to the old market rules of bargaining and barter. A sensory invasion few want to run away from.
Bastakiya
Bastakiya gives a peek into the alluring and enticing old city. Thin lanes bear houses with tall chimney-like structures called wind-towers to cool homes naturally. Renovated, preserved and protected Bastakiya now houses a museum, cultural centre, restaurants and a heritage hotel with an art gallery.
Bird Watching
The climate of any country tells of its flora and fauna. A tidal wetland right on its doorstep, within a few minutes off the centre of the town, the scorching desert heat, the cooling desert night, the gulf, all have given rise to a varied array of bird species.
Spirited Sports
Snow (Hey Oh)!
Night is day and winter is summer. And sand is snow. And maybe the gods have gone crazy. But, wait before you pinch yourself. There is snow in the sweltering heat of Dubai. Welcome to Ski Dubai, which opened in December last year and is an indoor ski resort set within a 6.5 million square feet complex. From ski runs of all types for all ages to themed restaurants to an exclusive retail shop to professional instructors.
Golf
An old luxury, a new leisure, Dubai offers this sport with élan. Bragging premier golf courses, challenging ones with varying tee and pin positions, yet enjoyable and rewarding, Dubai has been voted the world’s leading golf destination by the IGTOA.
Horse Riding
Horses have been the pride of tradition here. Riding thorough the desert with the wind in your hair, one can literally paint a picture with the sand as your canvas and the horse as your paintbrush.
Adventure Tourism and Water Sports
Everyone has a wild side. And Dubai provides just the opportunity to unleash it with sports like Mountain Climbing, Sky Jumping, Scuba Diving, Go Karting, Wadi Bashing, Dune Bashing and Sand Storming. Caressed by the waters of the Gulf, Dubai offers diving down to the rich marine life and mysterious wrecks. Sailing and windsurfing are other attractions. Racing and jet skiing add to the thrill of this chase.
Super- Shopping- Dooper- Dubai!
Trust Dubai to tap into and cater to the hilt the one gene that is inbuilt in some, acquired by others and just doesn’t go down with a few. Dubai has taken the business of shopping seriously—right from its historical souqs to its modern malls and shopping villages. The Dubai Duty Free and the Dubai Shopping Festival ranks high on any shopper’s list with discounts and knick-knacks and what-nots.
Carte du jour – Dubai
Culinary experiences in Dubai call for conspicuous consumption. Be it the soul feeding Middle Eastern cuisine or the stomach filling Asian dishes, or the appetite satisfying junk food and even the heart beating romantic dinner cruises in traditional sailing dhows, Dubai gives new meaning to the term ‘food for thought.’
Dubai is thus the paradise that broke the mould once it was created. Come take a ride on this dreamland express and don’t miss a single moment of the sheer bliss offered here.
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Unconceived
Dear Daddy (that might never be mine),
I heard mummy cry out into the silence the other day, “How must one grieve for an unconceived child?” I heard grandma and grandpa telling mummy a few days earlier that I would have been a very beautiful baby. I remember you saying that I would have mummy’s brains and your looks. And then you held mummy and kissed her forehead and told her that you love her. You told mummy you wanted a boy because a girl would be so very difficult for you to scold or correct. That she would twist you round her little finger and then you would have yourself all twisted out over two women instead of one. And then you laughed that laugh that I often hear mummy describing as ‘beautiful laughter because it comes from his heart’. I hear mummy laughing that laugh too as she warns you that the prospect of a boy or girl lies entirely on you. You reach out and squeeze her hand, she smiles that special smile for you and rests her head on your shoulder. And I think, my mummy and daddy love each other very much. I can’t wait to be born.
I hear mummy crying again. But she was just so happy. No. That was a few months ago. Before the nightmare started. It is only a nightmare right? Now I only see mummy, living from moment to painful moment. Daddy’s what’s wrong? Why is mummy alone? Where are you? Why is a love that was so close, stretching thin across the seas and sands of stubbornness and idiocy and misconceptions and misunderstandings? I know daddy, I know. Big words right? I heard mom utter them the other night when she was on her knees praying? What did she mean?
Daddy where are you? What happened? Did I do something? But then I’m not born yet am I? I’m not even conceived! Don’t look so shocked daddy. Yes. I am your unconceived child. Yes daddy, I might not be born physically, but your love for mummy made me real. I’m not some preconceived notion or just any unborn child. Daddy, did you stop loving mom? Did you stop loving me? Did you stop loving yourself? But then if I am a child made real by love, shouldn’t I be dead now? Does this mean you still love mummy and me?
Did you know that mom really wanted to have your baby, namely me? Do you know that she still wants to? Do you know that the she believed the most beautiful gift you gave her was that of wanting only her to carry me? That it was one of the main things that would get her through the tough times when you weren’t around physically?
I would sit for hours and watch you and mummy as you lived your lives. Always loving each other; whether you argued, debated, played, slept, breathed, lived.
Love. An elusive word. I hear mummy call out your name so often in a day saying she loves you, praying that you both love each other beyond forever and find your way back to each other. Sometimes I hear her mumbling, at others fighting with herself, at still others just staring into space and letting the tears fall. And I ask myself, is this what love is all about? Pain? Then I want no part in it. Then I see mummy holding her tummy. She’s been doing that pretty often recently. She says she loves me. And she loves you. And I can feel it. And I want to be loved. If I, who isn’t even conceived as yet can feel her love, can you feel it daddy?
Every morning and every night she blows a flying kiss out of her window and sends an “I love you too” your way. Do you receive it? Do you understand it? Because I sure don’t. I don’t understand how you could have walked out wherever you have walked out to. I don’t get why you left. I don’t know how mummy still loves you more and more with each passing moment. At times I think she’ll implode with the love she has for you.
Is this one of those “nothing tastes better than unrequited love” kind of tales? Everyone keeps saying how strong mummy is to go through all this. How mummy is so brave and people look up to her. But do you know daddy that her love for you and yours for her is the only thing that keeps her going?
The other day she walked into the kitchen to make tea and then pour herself a cup, and she unconsciously picked up another and nearly poured that extra cup and then she just all but dropped that cup like it was on fire. She backed out in a trance and walked to the dining table, whipped open the drawer and pulling out a piece of paper. This is what she wrote.
“I miss you at the oddest of times. But then in love, nothing is odd. And everything is rare. This living without you is a new experience and one I do not care to live. And more so because it has been forced upon me for a reason I do not comprehend and for the fact that you lied to me.
I miss you during the oddest of moments. Like today when I made tea. I was about to pour a cup for you as well. And realised you didn’t drink from that cup anymore.
As I sat by my parents bedside the past two days while they’ve been so very sick and as I held my dad’s hand and soothed his fever, willing it to go away and hearing my mum cry in pain, I unconsciously reached for your hand. Didn’t find it. So I reached for my phone to call you and stopped myself in time. I was scared sitting at the edge of my parents bed, in the dark, offering comfort when my own self sought a solace only you could provide. I missed you.
I miss you with the oddest of instants. When I was at mass last week, I reached out for your hand to press your fingers and play our little game. All I found was cold hard wood.
Every evening between 6 and 8 I miss you the most. While I’m on my way home and I walk out of the station and not find you standing at the ticket counter. And then when I ride home in the auto rickshaw alone. I miss you in the middle of the oddest of occasions.
I was blowing my hair from my face the other day and it refused to move. And I wondered why because it always did after a few tries. And then I remembered it was because you always brushed it aside and gently tucked it in. I miss you in the oddest of situations.”
I miss you too daddy. I miss you too.
Love,
Logan
Pas a Pas se va luènh
I heard mummy cry out into the silence the other day, “How must one grieve for an unconceived child?” I heard grandma and grandpa telling mummy a few days earlier that I would have been a very beautiful baby. I remember you saying that I would have mummy’s brains and your looks. And then you held mummy and kissed her forehead and told her that you love her. You told mummy you wanted a boy because a girl would be so very difficult for you to scold or correct. That she would twist you round her little finger and then you would have yourself all twisted out over two women instead of one. And then you laughed that laugh that I often hear mummy describing as ‘beautiful laughter because it comes from his heart’. I hear mummy laughing that laugh too as she warns you that the prospect of a boy or girl lies entirely on you. You reach out and squeeze her hand, she smiles that special smile for you and rests her head on your shoulder. And I think, my mummy and daddy love each other very much. I can’t wait to be born.
I hear mummy crying again. But she was just so happy. No. That was a few months ago. Before the nightmare started. It is only a nightmare right? Now I only see mummy, living from moment to painful moment. Daddy’s what’s wrong? Why is mummy alone? Where are you? Why is a love that was so close, stretching thin across the seas and sands of stubbornness and idiocy and misconceptions and misunderstandings? I know daddy, I know. Big words right? I heard mom utter them the other night when she was on her knees praying? What did she mean?
Daddy where are you? What happened? Did I do something? But then I’m not born yet am I? I’m not even conceived! Don’t look so shocked daddy. Yes. I am your unconceived child. Yes daddy, I might not be born physically, but your love for mummy made me real. I’m not some preconceived notion or just any unborn child. Daddy, did you stop loving mom? Did you stop loving me? Did you stop loving yourself? But then if I am a child made real by love, shouldn’t I be dead now? Does this mean you still love mummy and me?
Did you know that mom really wanted to have your baby, namely me? Do you know that she still wants to? Do you know that the she believed the most beautiful gift you gave her was that of wanting only her to carry me? That it was one of the main things that would get her through the tough times when you weren’t around physically?
I would sit for hours and watch you and mummy as you lived your lives. Always loving each other; whether you argued, debated, played, slept, breathed, lived.
Love. An elusive word. I hear mummy call out your name so often in a day saying she loves you, praying that you both love each other beyond forever and find your way back to each other. Sometimes I hear her mumbling, at others fighting with herself, at still others just staring into space and letting the tears fall. And I ask myself, is this what love is all about? Pain? Then I want no part in it. Then I see mummy holding her tummy. She’s been doing that pretty often recently. She says she loves me. And she loves you. And I can feel it. And I want to be loved. If I, who isn’t even conceived as yet can feel her love, can you feel it daddy?
Every morning and every night she blows a flying kiss out of her window and sends an “I love you too” your way. Do you receive it? Do you understand it? Because I sure don’t. I don’t understand how you could have walked out wherever you have walked out to. I don’t get why you left. I don’t know how mummy still loves you more and more with each passing moment. At times I think she’ll implode with the love she has for you.
Is this one of those “nothing tastes better than unrequited love” kind of tales? Everyone keeps saying how strong mummy is to go through all this. How mummy is so brave and people look up to her. But do you know daddy that her love for you and yours for her is the only thing that keeps her going?
The other day she walked into the kitchen to make tea and then pour herself a cup, and she unconsciously picked up another and nearly poured that extra cup and then she just all but dropped that cup like it was on fire. She backed out in a trance and walked to the dining table, whipped open the drawer and pulling out a piece of paper. This is what she wrote.
“I miss you at the oddest of times. But then in love, nothing is odd. And everything is rare. This living without you is a new experience and one I do not care to live. And more so because it has been forced upon me for a reason I do not comprehend and for the fact that you lied to me.
I miss you during the oddest of moments. Like today when I made tea. I was about to pour a cup for you as well. And realised you didn’t drink from that cup anymore.
As I sat by my parents bedside the past two days while they’ve been so very sick and as I held my dad’s hand and soothed his fever, willing it to go away and hearing my mum cry in pain, I unconsciously reached for your hand. Didn’t find it. So I reached for my phone to call you and stopped myself in time. I was scared sitting at the edge of my parents bed, in the dark, offering comfort when my own self sought a solace only you could provide. I missed you.
I miss you with the oddest of instants. When I was at mass last week, I reached out for your hand to press your fingers and play our little game. All I found was cold hard wood.
Every evening between 6 and 8 I miss you the most. While I’m on my way home and I walk out of the station and not find you standing at the ticket counter. And then when I ride home in the auto rickshaw alone. I miss you in the middle of the oddest of occasions.
I was blowing my hair from my face the other day and it refused to move. And I wondered why because it always did after a few tries. And then I remembered it was because you always brushed it aside and gently tucked it in. I miss you in the oddest of situations.”
I miss you too daddy. I miss you too.
Love,
Logan
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
"Tonight I Wanna Cry"
-KEITH URBAN
Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away
[Chorus:]I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
Would it help if I turned a sad song on
"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
[Repeat chorus twice]
Pas a Pas se va luènh
-KEITH URBAN
Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away
[Chorus:]I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
Would it help if I turned a sad song on
"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
[Repeat chorus twice]
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Monday, August 14, 2006
We Are All Indian!
The years since India became independent have been some of the most violent and yet, among the most victorious. It is not just about rulers or events or rabble-rousers. It has been about other things that have defined India. It is about people, about humanity, the corporate world, about us…because we define India. We are India…
On an overcast day on August 15, 1947, the Father of the Nation stood by, his work done, his place assumed by the rulers of New India. Overnight, Nehru was the future. The business of nation building and running a nation weighs heavy. Nehru’s idea of the ‘Temples of India’ took shape, building blocks of industry with total state intervention. The new republic had its first larger-than-life demagogue.
Dynastic rule. If a family runs a country for 35 of its first 50 years, there cannot be another definition. Jawaharlal, Indira and Rajiv - three generations of Prime Ministers. The doting father; the watchful daughter; the young enigmatic son showing early signs of the legendary Nehru touch. An intensely private family. The first family.
A new nation has new heroes and heroines. It was in the form of genetic development of high-yielding grain varieties, the Green Revolution. This development probably put an end to famine from natural causes. Between 1970 and 1989 agricultural production in India did grow. Then Rajiv Gandhi inherited the political mantle of his grandfather Jawaharlal Nehru and the leadership of the Congress Party. He came into power as the Prime Minister of India in 1984. Somewhat of an outsider, his first interests being in engineering and aeronautics, he was not impressed with the excuses of the bureaucratic establishment. He said, “A poor country cannot afford to carry on billing the poorest people for its inefficiency and call itself socialist.”
Rajiv called for a tax reform, which cut the income and corporate tax rates. As a result of the lower tax rates tax evasion was reduced and the lower tax rates brought in 40 percent more revenue. He reduced the restrictions on the economy. He modified definitions so that the limitation imposed by "small company" policy were lessened. Some industries were removed from coverage by the MRTP Act. He created "broadbanding" in the matter of licensing. Broadbanding meant that a license for version of a product would serve to allow production of a closely related version of the same product rather than requiring a new license for the new version.
He rewrote India's corporate history. He changed the rules of the game in the industry in an era when the private sector was hampered by the licence regime. He was called the Polyester Prince in a biography that was never printed. He is Dhirubhai Ambani. The man who built an empire. His is no ordinary rags to riches story. His huge success fuelled controversies but they also dwarfed the controversies that surrounded him.
All these were feel-good images for a country desperately in search of post-Independence heroes…proving once again that we make India and we are all Indians.
1991 ushers in the Liberalisation Policy of Manmohan Singh and thus begins privatisation and globalisation – the new era.
After so many years, so many revolutions, and so little change, one develops a sense of social instability. Things begin to happen. TO HELL with whoever’s-in-charge is graffitoed across a prominent building. A stone sails through the someone’s window at night; the street below is empty. Before accepting a policeman’s order or greasing an open palm, a citizen hesitates and stares at the uniform—for that is what he sees, just the uniform, not the man—for two seconds longer than usual. Forms are lost, not remitted. Fines go unpaid. A family wakes in the middle of the night to the smell of smoke: something outside his window, burns. Political prisoners become symbols instead of ciphers, heroes rather than out-casts. Fat, bald men in suits hurry; young, thin ones in leather jackets loiter. Time bends: one side pushes it forward; the other first tries to stop it, then slow it down, then hide from it, then just get out of its way.
The place looks civilised and maritime and, this early in the twenty-first century, pleasantly irrelevant. It is impossible to love India: One either thrives on its grotesque energy or finds it inhuman; one either warms to India’s Teutonic coziness or is bored by it.
2000 - A very exciting time for us…with the ever-changing socio-political-eco scenario; life takes a dynamic 180-degree spin…After the excesses of the 80’s, the nose-dives of the nineties, the dynamic mysticism of the millennium brings a return to fundamental values in modern life. Simplicity, style, all-encompassing philosophies, broader outlooks have been the necessity of every generation. This millennium offers many alternatives, allowing everyone to create their own individual selves. The mood is more contemporary; the classics in our lives can be combined with the psychedelic…after all it is a new era and with every new one comes change, some broader and more radical than the last. New inventions, discoveries, ideas, the scandalous insanities, life itself…
“The tepid morning reeks with the odours of a crowded, rushing humanity, the smells strangely not unpleasant. Kerbsides are being hosed ferociously, steam rising from pavements drying in the sun, and the fragrance of herbs boiling in oil wafted through the narrow streets from carts and concessions screeching for attention. The noises accumulate; they become a series of constant crescendos demanding acceptance and a sale or at least a negotiation. India is the essence of survival; one works furiously or one does not survive. Adam Smith was outdone and outdated; he could never have conceived of such a world. It mocked the disciplines he projected for a free economy; it was madness. It is India!
Now, the Internet spearheads a global communications revolution; fashion designers embrace "ethnic" hues and styles; McDonald's spreads its restaurants across the globe.
Like many countries, India is a country made up of different aspects viz. economical, social, political, civic, religious, etc. But it is the people of India who together open up a new world – a hidden India – a parallel dimension to a dynasty so old and yet so new, lying silent and peaceful yet so aggressive and strong. It is we that make India a living culture that nurtures the essence of the past yet continually updates itself with modern elements. Today it is a living complex. Tomorrow it may become a self-reliant and self-sufficient multi-faceted enterprise. But this can and will happen, if and only if we as Indians, come together to forge on the anvil of life a country – an India – ready for the future, living with and in the present and in touch with the past.
As the millennium races steadily into its sixth year, nations try to destroy each other, there is infighting in countries, but we march ahead with new ideas and old ones as well, with as much élan, exoticism and enigma as mythology and as much funkiness, freaky, futuristic and out there as a werewolf on a full moon night!
We are, after all, Indian. And proud to be so!
*************************
Pas a Pas se va luènh
On an overcast day on August 15, 1947, the Father of the Nation stood by, his work done, his place assumed by the rulers of New India. Overnight, Nehru was the future. The business of nation building and running a nation weighs heavy. Nehru’s idea of the ‘Temples of India’ took shape, building blocks of industry with total state intervention. The new republic had its first larger-than-life demagogue.
Dynastic rule. If a family runs a country for 35 of its first 50 years, there cannot be another definition. Jawaharlal, Indira and Rajiv - three generations of Prime Ministers. The doting father; the watchful daughter; the young enigmatic son showing early signs of the legendary Nehru touch. An intensely private family. The first family.
A new nation has new heroes and heroines. It was in the form of genetic development of high-yielding grain varieties, the Green Revolution. This development probably put an end to famine from natural causes. Between 1970 and 1989 agricultural production in India did grow. Then Rajiv Gandhi inherited the political mantle of his grandfather Jawaharlal Nehru and the leadership of the Congress Party. He came into power as the Prime Minister of India in 1984. Somewhat of an outsider, his first interests being in engineering and aeronautics, he was not impressed with the excuses of the bureaucratic establishment. He said, “A poor country cannot afford to carry on billing the poorest people for its inefficiency and call itself socialist.”
Rajiv called for a tax reform, which cut the income and corporate tax rates. As a result of the lower tax rates tax evasion was reduced and the lower tax rates brought in 40 percent more revenue. He reduced the restrictions on the economy. He modified definitions so that the limitation imposed by "small company" policy were lessened. Some industries were removed from coverage by the MRTP Act. He created "broadbanding" in the matter of licensing. Broadbanding meant that a license for version of a product would serve to allow production of a closely related version of the same product rather than requiring a new license for the new version.
He rewrote India's corporate history. He changed the rules of the game in the industry in an era when the private sector was hampered by the licence regime. He was called the Polyester Prince in a biography that was never printed. He is Dhirubhai Ambani. The man who built an empire. His is no ordinary rags to riches story. His huge success fuelled controversies but they also dwarfed the controversies that surrounded him.
All these were feel-good images for a country desperately in search of post-Independence heroes…proving once again that we make India and we are all Indians.
1991 ushers in the Liberalisation Policy of Manmohan Singh and thus begins privatisation and globalisation – the new era.
After so many years, so many revolutions, and so little change, one develops a sense of social instability. Things begin to happen. TO HELL with whoever’s-in-charge is graffitoed across a prominent building. A stone sails through the someone’s window at night; the street below is empty. Before accepting a policeman’s order or greasing an open palm, a citizen hesitates and stares at the uniform—for that is what he sees, just the uniform, not the man—for two seconds longer than usual. Forms are lost, not remitted. Fines go unpaid. A family wakes in the middle of the night to the smell of smoke: something outside his window, burns. Political prisoners become symbols instead of ciphers, heroes rather than out-casts. Fat, bald men in suits hurry; young, thin ones in leather jackets loiter. Time bends: one side pushes it forward; the other first tries to stop it, then slow it down, then hide from it, then just get out of its way.
The place looks civilised and maritime and, this early in the twenty-first century, pleasantly irrelevant. It is impossible to love India: One either thrives on its grotesque energy or finds it inhuman; one either warms to India’s Teutonic coziness or is bored by it.
2000 - A very exciting time for us…with the ever-changing socio-political-eco scenario; life takes a dynamic 180-degree spin…After the excesses of the 80’s, the nose-dives of the nineties, the dynamic mysticism of the millennium brings a return to fundamental values in modern life. Simplicity, style, all-encompassing philosophies, broader outlooks have been the necessity of every generation. This millennium offers many alternatives, allowing everyone to create their own individual selves. The mood is more contemporary; the classics in our lives can be combined with the psychedelic…after all it is a new era and with every new one comes change, some broader and more radical than the last. New inventions, discoveries, ideas, the scandalous insanities, life itself…
“The tepid morning reeks with the odours of a crowded, rushing humanity, the smells strangely not unpleasant. Kerbsides are being hosed ferociously, steam rising from pavements drying in the sun, and the fragrance of herbs boiling in oil wafted through the narrow streets from carts and concessions screeching for attention. The noises accumulate; they become a series of constant crescendos demanding acceptance and a sale or at least a negotiation. India is the essence of survival; one works furiously or one does not survive. Adam Smith was outdone and outdated; he could never have conceived of such a world. It mocked the disciplines he projected for a free economy; it was madness. It is India!
Now, the Internet spearheads a global communications revolution; fashion designers embrace "ethnic" hues and styles; McDonald's spreads its restaurants across the globe.
Like many countries, India is a country made up of different aspects viz. economical, social, political, civic, religious, etc. But it is the people of India who together open up a new world – a hidden India – a parallel dimension to a dynasty so old and yet so new, lying silent and peaceful yet so aggressive and strong. It is we that make India a living culture that nurtures the essence of the past yet continually updates itself with modern elements. Today it is a living complex. Tomorrow it may become a self-reliant and self-sufficient multi-faceted enterprise. But this can and will happen, if and only if we as Indians, come together to forge on the anvil of life a country – an India – ready for the future, living with and in the present and in touch with the past.
As the millennium races steadily into its sixth year, nations try to destroy each other, there is infighting in countries, but we march ahead with new ideas and old ones as well, with as much élan, exoticism and enigma as mythology and as much funkiness, freaky, futuristic and out there as a werewolf on a full moon night!
We are, after all, Indian. And proud to be so!
*************************
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Friday, July 28, 2006
Snatches of Senselessness
“Feel”, ‘she’ tells me. “Don’t stop. Just feel.” And then suddenly I do. “Write it down”, she says. But it’s happening too fast to capture. And then the beats of ‘Star Guitar’ ensnare my feelings. ‘You should feel what I feel.’ ’You should take what I take.’ But thoughts and feelings and what’s up for grabs are never what others mean them to be. My mind races, doing Mach 5 in a Mach 1 zone. Is it really my mind racing? The lights are fast. There’s stamping. Paper dragons fly. A boom is sonic. Where did the bald guy come from? The lights are bright. Are things racing by me? A black coat cloaks a woman, hiding her, making a mystery out of this being with short hair.
That’s it. The feeling’s gone. The sound dies. The feelings are replaced. The chatter resumes. But Meatloaf objects to the resumption of chatter. ‘She’ is pushed to the outer spectrum of the frame. Chatter stops. And as objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are; the feelings converge again.
An idyllic farm house looms up. A vintage car is being driven. Two brothers move into the frame. With dreams unfulfilled and time to make them exist. For some reason; inexplicable, a black belt appears closer. Why a belt? Why black? But the mirror doesn’t allow me to dwell on these thoughts as it reflects racing soldiers of fortune. And then, dreams that crash and burn. I know what comes next and I want to stop his pain. But fate’s more flamboyant relative; destiny, implodes the silver lining in the mirror. His anguish is channeled into the thudding of his feet through the fields to catch a glimpse of a face in the sky.
My thoughts congregate in the mirror. Distorting all feelings to form the eyes of Meatloaf through the glass. And he shows me why ‘she’ forces me to feel and not to think. To live and not to exist. But another superimposition occurs. Her body is like a bandage. And mine, just like a wound. Has the rubber met the road?
Pas a Pas se va luènh
That’s it. The feeling’s gone. The sound dies. The feelings are replaced. The chatter resumes. But Meatloaf objects to the resumption of chatter. ‘She’ is pushed to the outer spectrum of the frame. Chatter stops. And as objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are; the feelings converge again.
An idyllic farm house looms up. A vintage car is being driven. Two brothers move into the frame. With dreams unfulfilled and time to make them exist. For some reason; inexplicable, a black belt appears closer. Why a belt? Why black? But the mirror doesn’t allow me to dwell on these thoughts as it reflects racing soldiers of fortune. And then, dreams that crash and burn. I know what comes next and I want to stop his pain. But fate’s more flamboyant relative; destiny, implodes the silver lining in the mirror. His anguish is channeled into the thudding of his feet through the fields to catch a glimpse of a face in the sky.
My thoughts congregate in the mirror. Distorting all feelings to form the eyes of Meatloaf through the glass. And he shows me why ‘she’ forces me to feel and not to think. To live and not to exist. But another superimposition occurs. Her body is like a bandage. And mine, just like a wound. Has the rubber met the road?
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Sunday, July 09, 2006
zahir to inSAMniac
Treasures aren't always meant to be kept under lock and key, in as much as the world needs to know it exists for it to be a treasure. Whether it is but a whisper in the hallowed portals of time or a murmur in the ears of sleepy children or a shout in the corridors of history...
You are a treasure unto yourself, when you are loved...for just the fact that you are loved, whether it is by some unknown force or known entity...u are loved…and that makes you the greatest ever...
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Pas a Pas se va luènh
You are a treasure unto yourself, when you are loved...for just the fact that you are loved, whether it is by some unknown force or known entity...u are loved…and that makes you the greatest ever...
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Pas a Pas se va luènh
Friday, July 07, 2006
This one's for you Skipper
GARTH BROOKS
"The River"
You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores...and
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide...yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
There's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all...yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Yes, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
'Til the river runs dry
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Pas a Pas se va luènh
"The River"
You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores...and
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide...yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
There's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all...yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Yes, I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
'Til the river runs dry
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Pas a Pas se va luènh
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Porsche - Gone with the wind!
You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse. The subways are steaming and the skin of the street is gleaming with sweat. You see it like a summer dream and it’s the answer to every prayer that you’ve ever said. From the stables of Stuttgart, it sashays in, representing a heritage that combines the doable with the seemingly impossible. Elegant in both form and function, it is a powerful name with performance to match. It is Porsche.
Sporting a complex system of aerodynamics and the simplest of ergonomics, Porsche defines the meaning of automotive styling and technology, having achieved so much, that it represents far more than just an unmistakable trade name. Generic takes on an all new meaning, when a flooded sports car market, still brings to mind, on recall, one name – Porsche! Simplicity worn with grace is elegance and no one wears it better than them! The brand thus embodies the epitome of sporty driving and thinking.
Designed to bring the thrill of the racetrack to the road, it also moves from the road to the racetrack with the ease of a river flowing into the sea.
In today’s world of conspicuous consumption, India is no exception in the usage of foreign goods. Especially German ones. From a pin to a pencil; from an eraser to a stapler; from a punch to a pen; from an idea to a dream; from a status to a symbol. Beyond the front pages, German goods are a reality that touches our lives in ways most of us never stop to think about. But then again German cars are something few will remember to forget, because quintessential is not a word that will ever come to mind when thinking of a Porsche.
The joust for hegemony of the sports car market is the stuff of legend, but the outcome will be shaped less by intrigue than the raw facts. It is apparently beyond the limits of journalistic restraint to tell the story of one of the most legendary and dynamic car companies in the world - Porsche, as anything but a breathless spy thriller! The tale begins in 1900 with the Lohner-Porsche Electric Car at the Paris Expo and takes off under the direction of Ferry Porsche, on June 8, 1948 when the first sports car bearing the name Porsche was born: the 356 Roadster. It then warns that the diplomatic intrigue continues with their journey and foray towards becoming the world wide synonym for sports cars. Porsche relishes its role as David amongst the Goliaths in this world. The tale is no less true for being so well worn, but now there is something truly new to say. It’s too early to declare the game over. After years of loop holed wrangling, the Great Game is starting to yield clear international and corporate winners. From originality to emotion, from concept to reality, the chapters of this present continuous tale go on. Every book has its own opening lines. Some good, some not so. This tale had a fantastic opening which it will always be remembered for – Tradition is compelling! Porsche is a living tradition and if its name carries a commitment, so do the values it embodies. As the chapters of this book unfold, people sit up and realise there is more to the tale than just the words P-O-R-S-C-H-E!
Get ready for a white knuckled adventure where you will need more than just your survival skills. Keep your eyes on the road. Carry plenty of water for the ride, because you’ll find yourself thirsting for more than just a spin in the sun. So don't look for road signs, tour guides or a steady pace. It won't happen that way. Because you’ve moved out of the frying pan and into the fire.
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Pas a Pas se va luènh
Sporting a complex system of aerodynamics and the simplest of ergonomics, Porsche defines the meaning of automotive styling and technology, having achieved so much, that it represents far more than just an unmistakable trade name. Generic takes on an all new meaning, when a flooded sports car market, still brings to mind, on recall, one name – Porsche! Simplicity worn with grace is elegance and no one wears it better than them! The brand thus embodies the epitome of sporty driving and thinking.
Designed to bring the thrill of the racetrack to the road, it also moves from the road to the racetrack with the ease of a river flowing into the sea.
In today’s world of conspicuous consumption, India is no exception in the usage of foreign goods. Especially German ones. From a pin to a pencil; from an eraser to a stapler; from a punch to a pen; from an idea to a dream; from a status to a symbol. Beyond the front pages, German goods are a reality that touches our lives in ways most of us never stop to think about. But then again German cars are something few will remember to forget, because quintessential is not a word that will ever come to mind when thinking of a Porsche.
The joust for hegemony of the sports car market is the stuff of legend, but the outcome will be shaped less by intrigue than the raw facts. It is apparently beyond the limits of journalistic restraint to tell the story of one of the most legendary and dynamic car companies in the world - Porsche, as anything but a breathless spy thriller! The tale begins in 1900 with the Lohner-Porsche Electric Car at the Paris Expo and takes off under the direction of Ferry Porsche, on June 8, 1948 when the first sports car bearing the name Porsche was born: the 356 Roadster. It then warns that the diplomatic intrigue continues with their journey and foray towards becoming the world wide synonym for sports cars. Porsche relishes its role as David amongst the Goliaths in this world. The tale is no less true for being so well worn, but now there is something truly new to say. It’s too early to declare the game over. After years of loop holed wrangling, the Great Game is starting to yield clear international and corporate winners. From originality to emotion, from concept to reality, the chapters of this present continuous tale go on. Every book has its own opening lines. Some good, some not so. This tale had a fantastic opening which it will always be remembered for – Tradition is compelling! Porsche is a living tradition and if its name carries a commitment, so do the values it embodies. As the chapters of this book unfold, people sit up and realise there is more to the tale than just the words P-O-R-S-C-H-E!
Get ready for a white knuckled adventure where you will need more than just your survival skills. Keep your eyes on the road. Carry plenty of water for the ride, because you’ll find yourself thirsting for more than just a spin in the sun. So don't look for road signs, tour guides or a steady pace. It won't happen that way. Because you’ve moved out of the frying pan and into the fire.
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Monday, July 03, 2006
Pathetic Fallacy
Maybe it was chance, or its more flamboyant relative destiny...but I laughed too and the mingle and tinkle of blood, rain and laughter- of emotional pain, tears and its subsequent release, brought solace to a storm that cannot be calmed... whose calm lies only in its rage...
If the weather were a mirror of my emotions, it would be a true picture and not just the perception of a viewer. For after all a mirror doesn’t lie. It only shows you what’s in front of it. The distortion lies with the viewer.
My umbrella broke today in the wind and the spoke went into my wrist! (For details refer to www.insamniac-worldwithoutend.blogspot.com) Laughter was all that bubbled up between Sam and I.
The man dressing my hand, asked me if I wouldn’t scream while he cleaned the wound. I laughed some more. Pain! An elusive concept to me. Yet I felt it. Somewhere in the dim recesses of my unconscious…that numbing emotional pain…forcing me to acknowledge that I am human, I need to cry and want that special someone holding me tight, wiping away the unnecessary tears. I backed down. There was no way I was ready to deal with that pain at that moment.
I smiled and laughed a lot more. Laughter. Helps to deal with so much. My body shakes with it on the outside and quivers on the inside with a different sort of defence mechanism.
The wind howls. The rain pours. The storm rages. The calm lies in the rage. It lies within me. It is me.
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If the weather were a mirror of my emotions, it would be a true picture and not just the perception of a viewer. For after all a mirror doesn’t lie. It only shows you what’s in front of it. The distortion lies with the viewer.
My umbrella broke today in the wind and the spoke went into my wrist! (For details refer to www.insamniac-worldwithoutend.blogspot.com) Laughter was all that bubbled up between Sam and I.
The man dressing my hand, asked me if I wouldn’t scream while he cleaned the wound. I laughed some more. Pain! An elusive concept to me. Yet I felt it. Somewhere in the dim recesses of my unconscious…that numbing emotional pain…forcing me to acknowledge that I am human, I need to cry and want that special someone holding me tight, wiping away the unnecessary tears. I backed down. There was no way I was ready to deal with that pain at that moment.
I smiled and laughed a lot more. Laughter. Helps to deal with so much. My body shakes with it on the outside and quivers on the inside with a different sort of defence mechanism.
The wind howls. The rain pours. The storm rages. The calm lies in the rage. It lies within me. It is me.
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time in a land known to only those who wish to believe; there lived people, creatures, characters, of every kind; who inhabited places from the most bizarre to the most commonplace. Like many worlds this one came into being due to a thought, an idea, a flash of inspiration, a vision, a purpose, a belief. The finest minds armed themselves with their tools; a quill, an inkpot, their imagination, their love for the unknown and the belief that what they created would tide over the young when they needed to start believing and the old; when they had nothing left to believe in. Thus began the creation of this world. With a reason to believe and give others something to believe in. Unlike many other worlds, this one exists only to those who believe in it. Otherwise “Poof!” It’s not there!
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
The essence of my adulthood
Now,
I try not to yell
Though I don’t very often succeed.
It might be complicated being mad with the world,
But it never gives you reason to be otherwise.
The ‘dementors’ are out to feed on your fear
And rob you of your happiness
But now I know
Happiness is based on happenings
Joy is real and only you can take it away.
I can fight back
And I do.
The way I see it,
If you want the rainbow
You gotta put up with the rain.
And I can be child-like and 2, 4, 10, 18…till I die…
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The essence of my college life
Now I yell at everybody.
Life is ‘funky’, ‘cool’, ‘roxx’ and ‘rulz’
Lennon is more fun than Lenin
Love is something I seek and earn
Not have it handed to me on a platter.
It is magic…but magic can sometimes…just be an illusion.
Things are not there, to get all giggly over
But to comprehend.
And even cow-girls get the blues…
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Hours, minutes, seconds...
It is the 1st hour. A brand new day has begun. One more day to love you.
It’s the 2nd hour. I snuggle in your arms. It’s the one time our time zones meet.
In the 3rd hour, I remember how much you must be missing me and I snuggle closer.
I bless the broken road that led me straight to you as the 4th hour sets in.
I bask in your love and protection as I get ready to leave your side and join the world in the 5th hour.
I pray that our love lasts forever as the 6th hour dawns.
A rising sun that paints a tie-dyed sky, cotton candy clouds against the blue, a kiss good morning from one whose love is true, that's the kind of day i wish for you during the 7th hour.
I’m lost in you as the 8th hour sets in.
At the 9th hour I remember the breakfast in bed that only you can make special.
The clock strikes 10 and I sense your hand guiding me through my day.
The 11th hour strikes and I remember all the times you’ve held me and made me feel like a queen.
In the 12th hour I relish the times we’ve broken bread together, the meals we share as one.
The 13th hour brings memories of dreams and working together to make them come true.
I pass the 14th hour thinking of the little moments that make our relationship special.
The 15th hour zooms past as I realise that just like the eagle needs a canyon, a place where he can rest his wings a while and like the drifter needs a freight train, that will carry him another hundred miles, I need you.
How I'm set on fire when we touch is the memory the 16th hour brings.
I recollect how I wait to come home to your arms in the 17th hour.
The 18th hour arrives. I cry and say I need you. Tell you that I die when you're not here. And beg you to have already mailed me when I reach home.
It’s the 19th hour. I remember the time you called me your polestar and made me realise I’m the only thing that is most important to you.
The 20th hours arrives with an evening of sunsets, Shakespeare, coffee and conversations.
The 21st hour reminds me of all the firsts in our life together, a vow, a kiss shared beneath the stars, a promise, a love beyond forever.
The 22nd hour strikes. I miss the dances we’ve sizzled in, the ones we gloried in and the ones we reveled in.
You are beautiful in my eyes is what you said to me on the 23rd hour many years ago.
It may be the end of the day. But the 24th hour signifies that our love for each other is strong and rare and will stand the test of anything.
Need I say more Mon Amour??? For Hunny this is how I spend every hour of the day, remembering you deeply!
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It’s the 2nd hour. I snuggle in your arms. It’s the one time our time zones meet.
In the 3rd hour, I remember how much you must be missing me and I snuggle closer.
I bless the broken road that led me straight to you as the 4th hour sets in.
I bask in your love and protection as I get ready to leave your side and join the world in the 5th hour.
I pray that our love lasts forever as the 6th hour dawns.
A rising sun that paints a tie-dyed sky, cotton candy clouds against the blue, a kiss good morning from one whose love is true, that's the kind of day i wish for you during the 7th hour.
I’m lost in you as the 8th hour sets in.
At the 9th hour I remember the breakfast in bed that only you can make special.
The clock strikes 10 and I sense your hand guiding me through my day.
The 11th hour strikes and I remember all the times you’ve held me and made me feel like a queen.
In the 12th hour I relish the times we’ve broken bread together, the meals we share as one.
The 13th hour brings memories of dreams and working together to make them come true.
I pass the 14th hour thinking of the little moments that make our relationship special.
The 15th hour zooms past as I realise that just like the eagle needs a canyon, a place where he can rest his wings a while and like the drifter needs a freight train, that will carry him another hundred miles, I need you.
How I'm set on fire when we touch is the memory the 16th hour brings.
I recollect how I wait to come home to your arms in the 17th hour.
The 18th hour arrives. I cry and say I need you. Tell you that I die when you're not here. And beg you to have already mailed me when I reach home.
It’s the 19th hour. I remember the time you called me your polestar and made me realise I’m the only thing that is most important to you.
The 20th hours arrives with an evening of sunsets, Shakespeare, coffee and conversations.
The 21st hour reminds me of all the firsts in our life together, a vow, a kiss shared beneath the stars, a promise, a love beyond forever.
The 22nd hour strikes. I miss the dances we’ve sizzled in, the ones we gloried in and the ones we reveled in.
You are beautiful in my eyes is what you said to me on the 23rd hour many years ago.
It may be the end of the day. But the 24th hour signifies that our love for each other is strong and rare and will stand the test of anything.
Need I say more Mon Amour??? For Hunny this is how I spend every hour of the day, remembering you deeply!
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Thursday, June 08, 2006
Symbols, Signs, Spectrums
Seek. Discover. Pursue.
Blue skies. Redeeming.
White clouds. Calming.
Smattering of grey clouds. Refreshing.
Green grass billowing softly in the wind. Caressing.
Smell of wet earth. Nostalgic.
A single drop of dew falling on your nose. Cooling.
The first rays of the sun on your face. Warming.
The sound of the ocean. Steadying.
The wind in your hair. Comforting.
The feel of your shoes hitting the pavement as you sprint. Elusive.
The moving hands of time. Soothing.
The beating of your heart. Synchronising.
A bead of sweat on your brow. Challenging.
Your adrenaline flow. Motivating.
Nature surrounding you. Elemental.
The earth rotates. Stimulating.
You are in motion. Fulfilling.
The rhythm of the ages binds both. Uniting.
An inexorable union. Shattering.
Your life is a prayer. Passionately.
Harmonise. Ponder. Concur.
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Blue skies. Redeeming.
White clouds. Calming.
Smattering of grey clouds. Refreshing.
Green grass billowing softly in the wind. Caressing.
Smell of wet earth. Nostalgic.
A single drop of dew falling on your nose. Cooling.
The first rays of the sun on your face. Warming.
The sound of the ocean. Steadying.
The wind in your hair. Comforting.
The feel of your shoes hitting the pavement as you sprint. Elusive.
The moving hands of time. Soothing.
The beating of your heart. Synchronising.
A bead of sweat on your brow. Challenging.
Your adrenaline flow. Motivating.
Nature surrounding you. Elemental.
The earth rotates. Stimulating.
You are in motion. Fulfilling.
The rhythm of the ages binds both. Uniting.
An inexorable union. Shattering.
Your life is a prayer. Passionately.
Harmonise. Ponder. Concur.
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Hinging on a Reflection
How do you stop a heart from loving?
How do you stop a soul from praying?
How do you stop a mind from hoping?
How do you still a heart that beats but for one reason?
How do you stay a breath that exhales but for one word and inhales but for one whisper?
How do you keep a soul from crying out to just one other?
How do you put all your feelings in one sentence, one gesture, one touch?
Is life so fragile?
Are human relationships so delicate?
If all the world hinged on these thoughts…
Will not love take on a new meaning and passion be its interpretation?
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How do you stop a soul from praying?
How do you stop a mind from hoping?
How do you still a heart that beats but for one reason?
How do you stay a breath that exhales but for one word and inhales but for one whisper?
How do you keep a soul from crying out to just one other?
How do you put all your feelings in one sentence, one gesture, one touch?
Is life so fragile?
Are human relationships so delicate?
If all the world hinged on these thoughts…
Will not love take on a new meaning and passion be its interpretation?
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Monday, April 10, 2006
Whiskey Lullaby
It’s been a long day. You return to an empty house. The earth has turned away from the sun and night’s shadows have come out to play. You enter your den, switch on the evening lamps, loosen your tie, kick off your shoes and walk to the bar. “What will it be today?” you ponder. There’s a winter breeze blowing through the open windows and tonight’s just one of those nights. The resonant sounds of Beethoven’s Ninth fill the room. This evening you need something strong; like desire, warm; like memories and rich; like the fabric of your mind. Instinctively you reach for the whisky. For after all, it has to be a perfect evening…
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Friday, April 07, 2006
I am...
“I am me.
I am a promise made and kept.
I am a being of beauty.
I am lace and fine satin.
I am Jell-O and custard.
I am hope and love and dreams and aspirations.
I am joy and sometimes hurt.
I am a cacophony of noise. A reveller. Sometimes the rambunctious rebel without a cause.
I am a riot of colours. Bright orange. Scarlet red. Baby pink. Bottle green. Sunshine yellow. Moonshine purple. Ashes of roses.
I give love unconditionally to a world that doesn’t want it anyway.
I fear, yet I trust.
I give you heartaches, yet I make your day.
I am the future, but only if you let me live in the present.
I am a child.
I am me…"
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I am a promise made and kept.
I am a being of beauty.
I am lace and fine satin.
I am Jell-O and custard.
I am hope and love and dreams and aspirations.
I am joy and sometimes hurt.
I am a cacophony of noise. A reveller. Sometimes the rambunctious rebel without a cause.
I am a riot of colours. Bright orange. Scarlet red. Baby pink. Bottle green. Sunshine yellow. Moonshine purple. Ashes of roses.
I give love unconditionally to a world that doesn’t want it anyway.
I fear, yet I trust.
I give you heartaches, yet I make your day.
I am the future, but only if you let me live in the present.
I am a child.
I am me…"
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Nike Print Ad
Oh, you are so emotional.
There you are all caught up in your emotions, wearing your heart on your sleeve, wearing your heart on every piece of clothing you own. You cry at the drop of a hat. You cry absolute buckets. You cry me a river.
You’re a woman (you can’t help it) you’re a girl (now don’t get me wrong) you’re a woman and you’re so emotional about everything and
Even at those times when you’re perfectly rational and perfectly capable somebody somewhere will look at you and shake their head and say (like it’s the worst thing in the world)
"Oh you are so emotional"
and of course that really makes you want to scream.
And then just as soon as you don’t weep, which is most of the time anyway’ and you’re cool and calm absolutely brilliant under pressure somebody somewhere will say you’re too cool and too calm and then, of course, you’re suddenly and forever called insensitive.
Ah to be a Woman
somewhere in the middle of all these assumptions and all the labels is the way you really are. You are kind (that’s why we have hearts). You are strong (or you wouldn’t have made it this far). You are fearless (or you would have hidden your heart long ago). And because you wear your heart so easily sometimes
you know how easily it is broken.
So, through time, you have learned to perfect it. You learn to take it out for long walks. You learn to let it breathe deeply. You learn to treat it with respect.
And, through time, you have learned to move it and bend it and shake it and make it accountable because the best way to keep a heart alive is to be unafraid to use it. And you are so very good at using it.
Listen
Your heart is beating. This means you are alive. Your body is moving. This means you cannot be stopped. This world and all its labels are calling to you. You’d love to answer. But you’re moving so fast you can’t hear a thing.
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There you are all caught up in your emotions, wearing your heart on your sleeve, wearing your heart on every piece of clothing you own. You cry at the drop of a hat. You cry absolute buckets. You cry me a river.
You’re a woman (you can’t help it) you’re a girl (now don’t get me wrong) you’re a woman and you’re so emotional about everything and
Even at those times when you’re perfectly rational and perfectly capable somebody somewhere will look at you and shake their head and say (like it’s the worst thing in the world)
"Oh you are so emotional"
and of course that really makes you want to scream.
And then just as soon as you don’t weep, which is most of the time anyway’ and you’re cool and calm absolutely brilliant under pressure somebody somewhere will say you’re too cool and too calm and then, of course, you’re suddenly and forever called insensitive.
Ah to be a Woman
somewhere in the middle of all these assumptions and all the labels is the way you really are. You are kind (that’s why we have hearts). You are strong (or you wouldn’t have made it this far). You are fearless (or you would have hidden your heart long ago). And because you wear your heart so easily sometimes
you know how easily it is broken.
So, through time, you have learned to perfect it. You learn to take it out for long walks. You learn to let it breathe deeply. You learn to treat it with respect.
And, through time, you have learned to move it and bend it and shake it and make it accountable because the best way to keep a heart alive is to be unafraid to use it. And you are so very good at using it.
Listen
Your heart is beating. This means you are alive. Your body is moving. This means you cannot be stopped. This world and all its labels are calling to you. You’d love to answer. But you’re moving so fast you can’t hear a thing.
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Fantasize
You are in a dark tunnel. You see a light. Walk toward it. You enter a field. It’s a spring day. There’s a chill wind blowing. The sun is dancing lightly on the grass. Take off your shoes. You’re on sacred territory. It’s peaceful. Walk. Breathe. Take in the ambiance. Feel it. Let it become you. Walk through the grass. Let it gently caress you. Like a woman’s fingers lightly brushing against you. It’s an elusive touch. But it’s constant through the field. It feels so good. You wanna lie down. You need to lie down. The need is engulfing you. You give in. gently lie on the grass, like you’d gently lay your head on her shoulder or her breasts. It feels great. You’re suddenly at peace. All is well with your world. But too soon the night comes. You have to leave her. You get up reluctantly. She won’t let you go. But you have to. You force yourself away from her and walk towards the tunnel. She cries not to leave, but you have to. You beg her to understand and she does. But not until you promise you’ll be back to visit her the next day. You can’t resist those appealing eyes, that angelic face…you know no matter how hard you try to stay away, you will be back the next day. For after all this is your comfort zone. This is your peace in a crazy world. You leave to go back to the madness. But guess what? You are at peace. There’s always her to look forward to the next day. She’ll always be there. For after all, dreams always exist to make the reality easier to bear and Mother Nature always has place for you in her bosom…
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Elusive…
Close your eyes
Clear your mind
Free your soul.
Open your eyes
Look into his.
They are the first thing you catch,
or rather what catches you.
They size you up and dart around.
Intelligent, deep, they do all the talking.
A voice;
inaudible,
silent
yet strong.
Hands that care,
caress,
soothe,
heal.
His heart signifies passion… and soul-
eternal,
immortal,
always afire.
Like old vintage wine drink him in.
Savour the taste,
quench your thirst.
Close your eyes…
But just for a second.
Imprint him on your mind.
Imprison him in your heart.
That’s all you might have of him.
A vision.
Open your eyes…
Nothing.
All you see is nature,
all you hear is your breathing…
Did you close your eyes for more than a second?
You’re alone.
He’s gone.
Just a memory.
Barely a fantasy.
Maybe a dream.
My young Lochinvar has vanished over the glen…
…again…
But this time alone…
Without his lover…
Without me…
Perhaps the great love of ones life is not meant to last.
Perhaps that’s how ours became that great love…
…by ending…
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Clear your mind
Free your soul.
Open your eyes
Look into his.
They are the first thing you catch,
or rather what catches you.
They size you up and dart around.
Intelligent, deep, they do all the talking.
A voice;
inaudible,
silent
yet strong.
Hands that care,
caress,
soothe,
heal.
His heart signifies passion… and soul-
eternal,
immortal,
always afire.
Like old vintage wine drink him in.
Savour the taste,
quench your thirst.
Close your eyes…
But just for a second.
Imprint him on your mind.
Imprison him in your heart.
That’s all you might have of him.
A vision.
Open your eyes…
Nothing.
All you see is nature,
all you hear is your breathing…
Did you close your eyes for more than a second?
You’re alone.
He’s gone.
Just a memory.
Barely a fantasy.
Maybe a dream.
My young Lochinvar has vanished over the glen…
…again…
But this time alone…
Without his lover…
Without me…
Perhaps the great love of ones life is not meant to last.
Perhaps that’s how ours became that great love…
…by ending…
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The Ties That Bind
The boundaries of seven Emirates haze beneath the shifting sands of time and space. Characterised by its geographically strategic location and its trading roots, this vast empire has mesmerised travellers and traders since time immemorial and now investors and businessmen alike...
From up above, the coast gives the impression of being a jagged stratum of breakers along a golden shoreline — to the west a labyrinth of reefs and islands laze around in lustrous waters, to the east a Spartan terrain of dunes and sand bars circumscribed only by the stark knolls. This realm and its inhabitants have been wrought by these compelling forces — the desert, the mountains, and the sea. This high up, the mechanisms of men are but a play of light and shadow — a chimerical chiaroscuro against the perpetuity of the topography. But step closer and they begin to have a more imposing assortment - six-lane highways with a torrent of automobiles, pipe dream cities of ivory and crystal glass, rising like apparitions out of the waves.
From being a trading empire to becoming a trading hub, the United Arab Emirates consists of the capital Abu Dhabi, the commercial hub; Dubai, the bustling town of Sharjah, the rustic Umm al-Qawain, the slow paced, relaxing Ajman, the Northernmost Emirate of Ras al-Khaimah and the port town of Fujairah.
The United Arab Emirates’ established character as a focal point for trade, both in terms of importing and exporting, as well as functioning as a base and a pivot point for trading facilities and activities, were well reputed preceding the unearthing of oil. Arab merchants, trading dhows, and camel trains are a fundamental component of its history and legends. The ways and means of conducting business may look as if they have been tainted noticeably when evaluated in comparison with their ancient roots. In reality the basic values linger, in that personal dealings are imperative as a foundation for constructing reciprocated faith, and verbal covenants or handshakes perform a vital role in negotiations. It is against this solid background that the United Arab Emirates continues to reach out to new communities, businesses and individuals, in a quest not only to trade, but also to foster links of comradeship and belief that have enduring worth. In this sense, trade in the United Arab Emirates is not merely a manner of commerce but is an essential and treasured element of daily life.
India has always been a part of this link and scheme of things. The eminent trade relations between the United Arab Emirates and India go back numerous centuries. These well-built mutual trading connections have been maturing gracefully during the last few decades and facilitated in making the two countries "Partners in Prosperity". Thus leading up to The Third UAE Trade Exhibition in India 2005, uniquely initiated by the Dubai Chamber of Commerce and Industry (DCCI), Jafza-Dubai Business Hub and the Department of Tourism and Commerce Marketing (DTCM), it intents to progressively augment the UAE-Indo trade and economic relations through offering prospects for operational companies in the UAE to showcase their products and services in India, which is considered as one of the biggest consumption markets in the world. It is the ideal occasion for trading corporations, entrepreneurs and investors to make the most of business opportunities presented to them in India. The event also works as a channel for extensive escalation of Indian investments in the UAE, especially in the Small and Medium Enterprises (SME) Sector where Indian capital and technology contribute considerably.
Mentioning businesses in United Arab Emirates and not speaking of the free trade zones and their place in the scheme of things is like leaving out a vital part of UAE. These have also imparted a noteworthy thrust for trade in the UAE. Jebel Ali was the first free zone and commenced in the mid-eighties and was an instantaneous success. Since then, free zones have come up all across the UAE.
The Internet may be spearheading a global communications revolution; fashion designers may embrace "ethnic" hues and styles; restaurants may spread their food chains across the globe. Beyond the front pages, UAE-Indo trade is an actuality that touches our lives in ways most of us never stop to think about. Increased international trade has made us wealthier and allowed us to lead more diverse lifestyles.
Bilateral trade relations like those between UAE and India, have been forged in the sands of time and carved in stone. With each passing phase, ties strengthen and alliances become the writing on the wall that will tell tales of economies that flourished because they co-existed, grew, lived and learned from and with each other.
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From up above, the coast gives the impression of being a jagged stratum of breakers along a golden shoreline — to the west a labyrinth of reefs and islands laze around in lustrous waters, to the east a Spartan terrain of dunes and sand bars circumscribed only by the stark knolls. This realm and its inhabitants have been wrought by these compelling forces — the desert, the mountains, and the sea. This high up, the mechanisms of men are but a play of light and shadow — a chimerical chiaroscuro against the perpetuity of the topography. But step closer and they begin to have a more imposing assortment - six-lane highways with a torrent of automobiles, pipe dream cities of ivory and crystal glass, rising like apparitions out of the waves.
From being a trading empire to becoming a trading hub, the United Arab Emirates consists of the capital Abu Dhabi, the commercial hub; Dubai, the bustling town of Sharjah, the rustic Umm al-Qawain, the slow paced, relaxing Ajman, the Northernmost Emirate of Ras al-Khaimah and the port town of Fujairah.
The United Arab Emirates’ established character as a focal point for trade, both in terms of importing and exporting, as well as functioning as a base and a pivot point for trading facilities and activities, were well reputed preceding the unearthing of oil. Arab merchants, trading dhows, and camel trains are a fundamental component of its history and legends. The ways and means of conducting business may look as if they have been tainted noticeably when evaluated in comparison with their ancient roots. In reality the basic values linger, in that personal dealings are imperative as a foundation for constructing reciprocated faith, and verbal covenants or handshakes perform a vital role in negotiations. It is against this solid background that the United Arab Emirates continues to reach out to new communities, businesses and individuals, in a quest not only to trade, but also to foster links of comradeship and belief that have enduring worth. In this sense, trade in the United Arab Emirates is not merely a manner of commerce but is an essential and treasured element of daily life.
India has always been a part of this link and scheme of things. The eminent trade relations between the United Arab Emirates and India go back numerous centuries. These well-built mutual trading connections have been maturing gracefully during the last few decades and facilitated in making the two countries "Partners in Prosperity". Thus leading up to The Third UAE Trade Exhibition in India 2005, uniquely initiated by the Dubai Chamber of Commerce and Industry (DCCI), Jafza-Dubai Business Hub and the Department of Tourism and Commerce Marketing (DTCM), it intents to progressively augment the UAE-Indo trade and economic relations through offering prospects for operational companies in the UAE to showcase their products and services in India, which is considered as one of the biggest consumption markets in the world. It is the ideal occasion for trading corporations, entrepreneurs and investors to make the most of business opportunities presented to them in India. The event also works as a channel for extensive escalation of Indian investments in the UAE, especially in the Small and Medium Enterprises (SME) Sector where Indian capital and technology contribute considerably.
Mentioning businesses in United Arab Emirates and not speaking of the free trade zones and their place in the scheme of things is like leaving out a vital part of UAE. These have also imparted a noteworthy thrust for trade in the UAE. Jebel Ali was the first free zone and commenced in the mid-eighties and was an instantaneous success. Since then, free zones have come up all across the UAE.
The Internet may be spearheading a global communications revolution; fashion designers may embrace "ethnic" hues and styles; restaurants may spread their food chains across the globe. Beyond the front pages, UAE-Indo trade is an actuality that touches our lives in ways most of us never stop to think about. Increased international trade has made us wealthier and allowed us to lead more diverse lifestyles.
Bilateral trade relations like those between UAE and India, have been forged in the sands of time and carved in stone. With each passing phase, ties strengthen and alliances become the writing on the wall that will tell tales of economies that flourished because they co-existed, grew, lived and learned from and with each other.
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Thursday, April 06, 2006
Of Meanings and Musings
Define a chance.
Is it a risk, a venture?
Or the modest version of its more flamboyant relative destiny?
Define a meeting. An encounter.
Or is it the coming together of more than just people?
Define closure. Is it just a feeling?
Then what about infatuation? Longing? Love?
There are things that escape ‘meaning’.
How love can hurt so much, for instance.
Or how it can make you feel you own the world.
Or are platinum and gold mere elements on the Periodic table?
Define a colour. Monochromatic. Ashes of roses.
Define an ice-cube finding its way down your back.
Define the good stuff. Ever wonder how it’s relative?
How it’s the little moments that actually matter?
How any man can sweep any woman off her feet?
As long as he has the right broom?
Define a kiss.
Is it the opening of your mouth?
And the speaking of your heart?
For that matter how do you define life itself?
Does time really ever stand still?
Does the moon ever radiate its own light?
How long is the time before two lovers meet?
Does three months last only for 90 days?
Does a Kodak moment last for only 1/500th of a second?
How much time is too much time?
When you’re listening to the Rascal Flatts anthology?
When you have the world laid before you
And the one you love isn’t there to share it?
Sometimes 2 hours indulging in a hot bath,
A glass of dry red wine and piping hot food,
Can seem like an evening.
A night of dancing
In the arms of the one you love,
A whole year.
Sometimes a kiss beneath the stars
Can feel like a lifetime.
And being loved by YOU
And loving you, is an eternity.
Pas a Pas se va luènh
Is it a risk, a venture?
Or the modest version of its more flamboyant relative destiny?
Define a meeting. An encounter.
Or is it the coming together of more than just people?
Define closure. Is it just a feeling?
Then what about infatuation? Longing? Love?
There are things that escape ‘meaning’.
How love can hurt so much, for instance.
Or how it can make you feel you own the world.
Or are platinum and gold mere elements on the Periodic table?
Define a colour. Monochromatic. Ashes of roses.
Define an ice-cube finding its way down your back.
Define the good stuff. Ever wonder how it’s relative?
How it’s the little moments that actually matter?
How any man can sweep any woman off her feet?
As long as he has the right broom?
Define a kiss.
Is it the opening of your mouth?
And the speaking of your heart?
For that matter how do you define life itself?
Does time really ever stand still?
Does the moon ever radiate its own light?
How long is the time before two lovers meet?
Does three months last only for 90 days?
Does a Kodak moment last for only 1/500th of a second?
How much time is too much time?
When you’re listening to the Rascal Flatts anthology?
When you have the world laid before you
And the one you love isn’t there to share it?
Sometimes 2 hours indulging in a hot bath,
A glass of dry red wine and piping hot food,
Can seem like an evening.
A night of dancing
In the arms of the one you love,
A whole year.
Sometimes a kiss beneath the stars
Can feel like a lifetime.
And being loved by YOU
And loving you, is an eternity.
Pas a Pas se va luènh
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