I'll be expecting a call ...
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside... :)
I love you for your straight faced practicality ...
not to mention how you indulge me... :)
M: I am thinking murder
G: MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
not to mention how you indulge me... :)
M: I am thinking murder
G: MURDER!!!!!!!!!
will require major planning but can be done
Monday, May 21, 2007
Mixed Singles
Prelude
I miss you. Irrespective of all the stuff I said on the train...
We still take our walks ... somehow we don't talk much anymore ... we don't even pretend talk anymore...
You said it will hurt, I never said it wouldn't hurt. We bargained for it. It was good though, wasn't it? You felt the blood rushing? Did you also think your heart would explode?
We even forgot to keep score ...
I don't know what you're thinking and I probably never will.
Not unless a moment in time like that one comes to pass again and you make your magic move. But then, how often do we let ourselves make moments perfect? How often do we let ourselves live perfect moments? And then again ... there is me and my dulling reflexes...
Game Point
I walked to the store today ... the same store we always walked to to buy chocolate.
It was strangely cold for a sunny day... another paradox, no? But this time you didn't serve. Life did. One of those little ironies I am always whining about.
I bought some orange flavoured chocolate... you're right ... it does grow on you.
I'm stopping to read a love poem thats on the inside of the cover ... who would've guessed... such a pleasant surprise...
And then again I think life's little ironies aren't bad... in fact I think I am particularly fond of some of them.
Whats the score? 40-love.
Game over. You win. But I didn't lose. :)
I miss you. Irrespective of all the stuff I said on the train...
We still take our walks ... somehow we don't talk much anymore ... we don't even pretend talk anymore...
You said it will hurt, I never said it wouldn't hurt. We bargained for it. It was good though, wasn't it? You felt the blood rushing? Did you also think your heart would explode?
We even forgot to keep score ...
I don't know what you're thinking and I probably never will.
Not unless a moment in time like that one comes to pass again and you make your magic move. But then, how often do we let ourselves make moments perfect? How often do we let ourselves live perfect moments? And then again ... there is me and my dulling reflexes...
Game Point
I walked to the store today ... the same store we always walked to to buy chocolate.
It was strangely cold for a sunny day... another paradox, no? But this time you didn't serve. Life did. One of those little ironies I am always whining about.
I bought some orange flavoured chocolate... you're right ... it does grow on you.
I'm stopping to read a love poem thats on the inside of the cover ... who would've guessed... such a pleasant surprise...
And then again I think life's little ironies aren't bad... in fact I think I am particularly fond of some of them.
Whats the score? 40-love.
Game over. You win. But I didn't lose. :)
... and then there was ... none?
Love and hate are really the same thing. They're both passion ... in different shapes and form.
The only perceivable opposite of love ... is indifference.
It makes sense, doesn't it?
Either you feel something, or you don't.
Sure you read about it ... but you have to live it, to know it.
But I didn't want to live to know indifference ... it just seems, like such a ... waste.
And there she stood, giddy headed with joy ... "fall in love with me," she thought she heard him say... the same familiar feeling of warmth streaming over her... she could see him clear as day, the familiarity made her heart overflow, she smiled and cried and the world seemed prettier than most people saw it ... there was no better sense, none of that meddlesome common sense ... there was life and hope and all good things dreams are made of ... reliving, reviving, radiant ... stars shone in her eyes...
... and then there was ... none?
The only perceivable opposite of love ... is indifference.
It makes sense, doesn't it?
Either you feel something, or you don't.
Sure you read about it ... but you have to live it, to know it.
But I didn't want to live to know indifference ... it just seems, like such a ... waste.
And there she stood, giddy headed with joy ... "fall in love with me," she thought she heard him say... the same familiar feeling of warmth streaming over her... she could see him clear as day, the familiarity made her heart overflow, she smiled and cried and the world seemed prettier than most people saw it ... there was no better sense, none of that meddlesome common sense ... there was life and hope and all good things dreams are made of ... reliving, reviving, radiant ... stars shone in her eyes...
... and then there was ... none?
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Why I think Death has it all figured out
(Courtesy Terry Pratchett ofcourse ... I realize now its not Pratchett himself I am in love with, I'm in love with Death and the Witches. Pratchett, has been reduced to ... the medium... my heart however, lies elsewhere)
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THEY NEVER INVITE ME TO PARTIES, YOU KNOW. THEY ALL HATE ME. EVERYONE HATES ME. I DON'T HAVE A SINGLE FRIEND.
"Everyone ought to have a friend," said the barman sagely.
I THINK -
"Yes?"
I THINK .... I THINK I COULD BE FRIENDS WITH THE GREEN BOTTLE.
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*more to come as the book progresses
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THEY NEVER INVITE ME TO PARTIES, YOU KNOW. THEY ALL HATE ME. EVERYONE HATES ME. I DON'T HAVE A SINGLE FRIEND.
"Everyone ought to have a friend," said the barman sagely.
I THINK -
"Yes?"
I THINK .... I THINK I COULD BE FRIENDS WITH THE GREEN BOTTLE.
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*more to come as the book progresses
Friday, May 11, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Terry Pratchett on love...
When she spoke again it was in the thin, careful and above all brave voice of someone who has pulled themselves together despite overwhelming odds but might let go again at any moment ...
love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid...
The Disc's greatest lovers were undoubtedly Mellius and Gretelina, whose pure, passionate and soul searing affair would have scorched the pages of History if they had not, because of some unexplained quirk of fate, been born two hundred years apart on different contients. However, the gods took pity on them and turned them into an ironing board* and her into a small brass bollard.
* when you're a god, you don't have to have reasons
love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid...
The Disc's greatest lovers were undoubtedly Mellius and Gretelina, whose pure, passionate and soul searing affair would have scorched the pages of History if they had not, because of some unexplained quirk of fate, been born two hundred years apart on different contients. However, the gods took pity on them and turned them into an ironing board* and her into a small brass bollard.
* when you're a god, you don't have to have reasons
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