tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68744229268406889802024-02-20T01:31:03.951+00:00Moonlit MadnessChandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-39952476300497577692012-09-29T23:49:00.001+01:002012-09-29T23:50:25.593+01:00Netty Thoughts of Tinseltoe Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">I was looking for beauty</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In the rain</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Slapping across my window pane.</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In the flowers</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Touching my face</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">While I walked </span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">to the tube station every morning.</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In the songs </span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Of many artistes – good and less good.</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In the aerial act of a friendly spider </span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Dancing a cobweb in my kitchen.</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In photographs of my friends</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Who seemed happy with their married lives.</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In my mother’s voice</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">When she sang along Ghulam Ali</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In our living room.</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In the moon</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Climbing the sky</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">From the window in my room.</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Through the glass of Mulbec</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">at Queen’s Head.</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">In the dishes covered with</span><br style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /><span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">soporific bubbles.</span></div>
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Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-61768863357831560052012-09-23T00:07:00.002+01:002012-09-23T00:16:15.098+01:00Bit by Bit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Next time we meet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I will surely ask you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">If there’s anything you miss <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Apart from finding love </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">in the corners o</span><span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">f my body.</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I am faced with<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the challenge of being happy again,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In your happiness,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Of which neither I am the reason,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Nor a part.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You were right <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">About one thing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">However delusional and unclear you were </span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">About the rest.</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">However much you lived in denial<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And forced me to disbelieve <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">What I knew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"You are my poison"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Eating me away,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And I keep offering myself to you</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Unconditionally.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Maybe life is a journey <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Towards death.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And if this journey has to be enjoyed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then my poison is already at work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I am smiling,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Every day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Dying,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Every day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-89769533432382594022012-09-09T20:28:00.000+01:002012-11-19T21:52:46.275+00:00The Hardest Part<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To love you was never easy,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">How could losing you be easy, then?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But the hardest part wasn’t to love you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">or to lose you…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It was rather, to get used to seeing you happy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And not wish<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I was the one behind the smile on your face,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I could have been the one smiling <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">with your smiling face.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-50418734541072078302012-07-14T23:00:00.002+01:002012-09-23T17:05:52.666+01:00Open the Door<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Open the door,</span></span><br />
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">
I know you can hear me.</div>
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There was a long silence. </div>
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I watched the falling snow.</div>
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I couldn't feel a thing.</div>
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and then you said,</div>
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Sorry, I can't.</div>
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My mother's at home.</div>
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I knew you were making excuses,</div>
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Of course you wanted to open the door</div>
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But feared what your mother would say.</div>
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<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">
It's cleared now, the snow.</div>
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But the door is still closed.</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">
Your mother went to sleep ages ago.</div>
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But the door is still closed.</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">
Some day you will come out</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">
to get the milk.</div>
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You will have to see me then. </div>
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Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-79068889195396272322012-07-14T22:58:00.004+01:002012-09-23T17:27:59.194+01:00Won't miss the Spring<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">When I looked outside the window,</span></span><br />
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I realised how long it had been since</div>
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the last leaf turned green.</div>
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My song had been too clouded</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">
to see a thing</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">
my tears too loud</div>
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to hear a thing</div>
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..But promise! this time, I won't miss the spring!</div>
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Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-14494581433593593832009-01-27T23:45:00.002+00:002012-09-30T00:08:59.109+01:00Feeling Tribal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
From the bank of the river<br />
where words get stuck between<br />
the rocks<br />
i come face to face with<br />
my reality.<br />
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I am lifted by my hair,<br />
my plan for a hair cut<br />
long post-pone(y)d<br />
and the people around me<br />
laugh in my face.<br />
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Undoubtedly<br />
sleep comes easily<br />
to my pain induced body.<br />
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In my dream,<br />
I laugh at them people<br />
in their faces<br />
who now have<br />
nothing but<br />
my hair<br />
between their fingers.</div>
Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-37326996689700207712009-01-24T23:46:00.001+00:002009-01-24T23:48:28.306+00:00Memorising Calcutta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprExf3SgG32A8SzPure-IK3MWPTMa5RUDaaqJFm-JAaJyJVk0d5u34UzvzB65Fm3Eae1VI19cGkUwnF6LypVRkup2vtz2WJwsEnpdizlhsoeOlBoaKs-oK6PbIWCf28QPq3pcR3g2HaOy/s1600-h/cal.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprExf3SgG32A8SzPure-IK3MWPTMa5RUDaaqJFm-JAaJyJVk0d5u34UzvzB65Fm3Eae1VI19cGkUwnF6LypVRkup2vtz2WJwsEnpdizlhsoeOlBoaKs-oK6PbIWCf28QPq3pcR3g2HaOy/s400/cal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295011313073024226" border="0" /></a>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-68716084633942694022009-01-24T23:44:00.000+00:002009-01-24T23:45:41.175+00:00Blossoming Delhi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPdUVXUFU1KmNXCsHq2f0bXsBA5nsutUtlV0fCc0KQm-p0dhQVeWbz9Q3AsUu4LGmQqBxsATUVLHyvz1lp9ZGnfWApQwLnBJTOZmiLlb3Swuz55-cfiLXhyphenhyphenEXHK7IAukaD2V5StbMXKOr/s1600-h/del.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPdUVXUFU1KmNXCsHq2f0bXsBA5nsutUtlV0fCc0KQm-p0dhQVeWbz9Q3AsUu4LGmQqBxsATUVLHyvz1lp9ZGnfWApQwLnBJTOZmiLlb3Swuz55-cfiLXhyphenhyphenEXHK7IAukaD2V5StbMXKOr/s400/del.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295010537073052434" border="0" /></a>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-88096121752833955042009-01-24T23:38:00.000+00:002009-01-24T23:42:34.876+00:00Sailing Falmouth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhI673sfjMjaBcYpea_P4WBrd1yG5GMU5rDn1nZ_4aNSqLOqT-Rzqivd-yCz1FztkrbYlKxPnZSjTzSfMvhmQRWPqvl8dDmTcMIN1fhzwBo1ofgzHIKcp2M2qyFvUiiIm_P0EsGBCZN8O/s1600-h/fal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhI673sfjMjaBcYpea_P4WBrd1yG5GMU5rDn1nZ_4aNSqLOqT-Rzqivd-yCz1FztkrbYlKxPnZSjTzSfMvhmQRWPqvl8dDmTcMIN1fhzwBo1ofgzHIKcp2M2qyFvUiiIm_P0EsGBCZN8O/s400/fal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295009538859488786" border="0" /></a>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-68652164053789443802009-01-24T23:34:00.001+00:002009-01-24T23:43:43.078+00:00Ticking London<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfu1mmdrrqR3wT6OdOIMbgRCFVIMebqjuBTQcrZ5B1YDAuc0XJbtGHkGpP7L3EGKNS-hne9yrz9dXtKgfh385wBYPcQYcoHkjUu5ly1PdwQfMgsNPIrozEkwHIdzLwmnHx2g7_i3e71kZ/s1600-h/lon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfu1mmdrrqR3wT6OdOIMbgRCFVIMebqjuBTQcrZ5B1YDAuc0XJbtGHkGpP7L3EGKNS-hne9yrz9dXtKgfh385wBYPcQYcoHkjUu5ly1PdwQfMgsNPIrozEkwHIdzLwmnHx2g7_i3e71kZ/s400/lon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295008429606767890" border="0" /></a>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-2098896237809101392009-01-18T20:10:00.006+00:002012-09-30T00:07:57.450+01:00Singing Cross Stitch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">The lyrics of this song</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">are sewn without a needle</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">but you can still read them.</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Every day with this thread</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">I weave the most beautiful songs</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">of my life.</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br />I even try to hold on to them</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">but all that remains is</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">the smell of your skin.</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">Being wound up with you</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">is all i want.</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">My unguarded requests</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">are all you care about.</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">And the tune of the song...</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;">...I am, </span><span style="font-size: 130%;">I am</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> the inspiration</span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><br /></span></span></div>
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Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-52776413137230433542009-01-04T02:06:00.003+00:002009-01-29T13:18:08.070+00:00Our Radio<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">Dedicated to Varnica...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">I spin a tale of blood</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">Every copper corpuscle becomes a string.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">And I live again in my grave</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">I was wondering who you were...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">...which cut on the lanes of my palm?</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">The yellow light never turned green</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">And so we drew further conjunctions.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">Then I became fish</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">and swimming straight </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)">became possible.</span><br /><br /></span>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-38670238438155090632008-12-15T15:18:00.002+00:002012-07-14T22:21:01.554+01:00I've Cheated<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">It's been a few days, yes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">a few days since</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">I cheated.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">Original is also quite </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">unoriginal, if you ask me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">because for all those people </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">who call themselves creative</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">Who knows the difference between</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">'being inspired' and 'cheating'?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">Cheating obviously has other </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">implications like</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">being unfaithful.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">This is particularly tricky</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">because if anyone ever</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">suspects you to have cheated on them</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">No amount of explanation</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">ever helps.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">None.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">It's a lost cause</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">so</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">Better give up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">unless</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">you can cheat your </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">understanding of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">your own patience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">So copyright your relationship</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">for the fear of being cheated</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">by your lover,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">by your business partner,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">by your best friend eyeing your wife</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">who can never get enough of her cooking,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">by your boss who will happily give the credit</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">of your hard work to himself when you've won</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">the pitch.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">And when you're cheating</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">and he doubts you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">tell him you were just 'inspired'.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">See what your lover says then</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';">and let me know. </span></div>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-24722686679527932362008-12-11T00:41:00.002+00:002008-12-11T01:05:34.446+00:00Truly in Advertising<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" >“Advertising, like a good brassiere, is designed to lift and separate.”</span><br /><br />Jim Morris<br /><br />Identify Source: <a href="http://advertisingforpeanuts.blogspot.com/">http://advertisingforpeanuts.blogspot.com/ </a>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-57852949272198576082008-12-06T01:44:00.016+00:002008-12-07T02:56:08.951+00:00Mumbai attacks; the Media attack<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br />Most people in India think that it's not the same when you don't live in the country. It doesn't really matter how close you are to the country or how closely you keep in touch. All that matters is that "it's not the same."<br /><br />I disagree.<br /><br />My reasons....Mumbai</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > has been attacked. I feel exactly the same as every other Indian does at this point. Not just that. I have been watching NDTV/CNN IBN/Aaj Tak online, instead of the telly. I know for a fact that had I been in India at this point, </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >from my home cities (Delhi and Cal) </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > my connection with Mumbai </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >would be the telly. So there isn't much difference for someone who wants to stay connected.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br />I am trying to form an opinion of what the next step should be. I have landed myself in some very nasty and some extremely encouraging arguments with associates and good friends about what could potentially happen. Facebook</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > groups, blogs, marches, petitions, signature campaigns, and so many more efforts. We've really stood up together. Or I'd like to believe we have. At least</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > that's what meets the eye.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />Yesterday, I received a mail from a friend that was someone else's</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > write up condemning</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > the Indian media (largely NDTV) for the way they covered 26/11. The author of the article felt that </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >we have faced other attacks before 26/11. Then why was "enough is enough" not said then? </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >Why did we keep saying that the Mumbaikar/Indian/AAM ADMI is very resilient and no matter what happens, life always comes back to normal the next day? Why did it happen ONLY NOW? </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >Why did these channels celebrate the Mumbaikar's spirit in 2006 when everything fell back into normalcy soon after the blasts?</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > Why are they contradicting themselves now? </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >Why are they abusing the 'spirit' of the Mumbaikar now by saying "enough is enough?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >According to her, it was the first time that the rich Indian's comfort zone was attacked---namely Taj/Oberoi. The rich, non resilient Indian whose icon of India is the Taj, is facing the pain for the very first time. That is why, this time we've heard "enough is enough."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >I thought long and hard about what she was saying. Every time I read it, something or the other didn't feel right. I kept feeling, that what she is saying can't be true. I spoke to other friends. And i beg to differ.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >We've made mistakes in the past. We have not acted previously, but that does not mean we continue to be 'resilient' and not act. Sometimes, you need to take an exam thrice before you actually pass it. Maybe this time we've made up our minds not to carry on with our daily business and stop, think and act. Perhaps that is why I see myself and others my age itching to bring change.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >I agree with her in part when she says that the media has an obsession with the five star elite. I did not myself understand the point of getting Simi Garewal/Sharmila Tagore on screen for their opinions. But every talk show I watched, the non- star Indian was right there. I may be less informed than the author of the article about the way the media functions. But I understand that at the end of the day, NDTV's got a business to run . And the way I look at it, although they have a wrong approach, </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >(class divide too apparent)</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >, what they are doing is not complete bull shit. Am I being too naive about this? I don't think so.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >And I don't think that getting rid of our politicians is the answer to the problem. Neither is voting because who do you choose if the choice is for the best amongst the worst? This is probably not the time to blame our idiot leaders. But this one situation is addressing so many issues together that it is imminent for us to talk about our leaders. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >A good friend of mine said to me...if the country goes to war with Pakistan now, the media will be responsible for it. The context of our conversation was the consensus that the media is trying to reach in all their coverage about what the next step should be. I am of the opinion that in a country the size of ours, there can never be a consensus. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >I do not believe that we should go to war with Pakistan.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" > And everyone who has been showcased by the media expressing their (violent) sentiment is not actually expressing the views of the channel itself. It is the channel's job to be everyone's mouthpiece, specially of those who are non-star countrymen (i.e. me). I cannot believe that they have repeated the violent sentiment with every opinion expressed. It's just not possible.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >I sound like a believer in what the media is doing at this point. In part, yes. But I disagree with them to a large extent too.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >I do not for one believe that war with Pakistan is an idea fuelled by the Indian media. It's the sentiment of certain people. I personally do not believe that we should go to war with Pakistan. I do not agree with the media when they act insensitively with people who have seen/experienced the attack from close counters. I understand that every channel has a business to run and every show has a time limit. And it is probably not possible to let everyone say everything in that duration. Our politicians have always used catastrophes to fling mud on each other and use it to their benefit to win our votes. I believe that this time, it should not happen.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >What I would really like to see the Indian media do is to work together and pressurise the Western media too (specially US/UK) to make this significant in their news. I live in the UK and follow the BBC. They covered it until the attacks lasted. After that, all they cared about was if any Brits were caught in the attacks!!! If the western media acted swiftly, it could pressurise Pakistan to really launch themselves on LeT.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >I have my doubts about Rice having any effect on the Pak govt.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" >I am still a believer and will always be..or atleast I hope so.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-81491290517261009902008-12-03T23:49:00.006+00:002008-12-15T16:18:37.293+00:00Aimless ly<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br />Watching the lines fade away<br />from the soles of my feet<br />aimlessly<br /><br />blinking<br />aimlessly<br /><br />appreciating<br />aimlessly<br /><br />listening<br />aimlessly<br /><br />looking up<br />aimlessly<br /><br />typing<br />aimlessly<br /><br />pausing to change the track<br />aimlessly<br /><br />Electronic House Sessions,<br />and then taking 2 steps backwards<br />knocking on Nature Boy's Door<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >A little shy</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >and sad of eye</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >but very wise</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >was he </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />aimlessly<br />Nat King Cole<br />Celine Dion<br />Erik Truffaz and Sly Johnson<br />sang their versions.<br /><br />Then, my best friend<br />asked me to sing it<br />aimlessly<br />every time she could not sleep.<br /><br />And I sang to her<br />aimlessly.<br /><br />Walking to work<br />Smiling at unknown faces<br />going on and on and on<br />making copies of copies of copies<br /><br />aim<br />less<br />ly,<br /><br />a<br />i<br /><br />m<br />l<br />e<br />ss<br /><br />ly.</span>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-19086659020136020072008-12-03T00:01:00.006+00:002012-07-14T22:48:03.716+01:00Seven Deadly Sins<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: yellow; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />I've been waiting for the moment when I'll finally get my first Advertising job.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Every application poses at least one very probing question.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">One happened to ask...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffcccc; font-family: verdana;">Which of the Seven Deadly Sins is the worst?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I pondered over it for a while. Then I asked my applications advisor, but no sin seemed to really fit the bill.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Here's what I finally wrote.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">If I was to be brutally honest, I'd say none of the seven sins are deadly. They can all be controlled by the power of will and each has its own positive bearing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">If it was not for (1) Lust; poetry, painting and all other forms of Art would be bereft of deep emotion. We would not know the difference between love and mere physical pleasure. Gluttony (2) and Greed (3), are over- indulgence or over- consumption of anything to the point of waste. Both always lead to a neurotic wasteland where everything is consumed. It is in its absence that the true worth of anyone/thing is realised. Sloth (4), in my opinion is not really a sin. It is mere procrastination or an unwillingness to care and can be easily corrected with determination. Wrath (5) is a disturbing and damaging emotion. Yet, it is a vital part of the process of realising our goals and aspirations. Envy (6) is a beautiful state of flux. It is a reminder of how we don't actually possess anyone/thing. We come to the world alone and have to leave alone. There is nothing wrong in being proud (7) of one's accomplishments. However, pride should not be mistaken for vanity.<br /><br />I didn't think there was a right or wrong to this answer...<br />Of course I didn't get hired!</span></span></div>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874422926840688980.post-68008020873453803032008-12-02T14:12:00.002+00:002008-12-03T00:29:31.466+00:00An Introduction...<span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I created this blog thinking once I create it, I will know what to write. It's been a few weeks now, and i'm still clueless!<br /><br />so here's what's coming to my mind now...<br /><br />I see a red spot<br />and a green stick<br />against a vast memory.<br /><br />The blue, grey and white<br />merge into each other<br />And the leafless fingers<br />have eyes<br />clouded by<br />yearning...<br /><br />...Climbing the fire station<br />next to the Thai restaurant<br />lit up for Christmas<br />where the only vegetarian dish is<br />Green Curry.<br /><br />And then she reaches a new L of hope<br />of being together<br />of a new start.<br /><br />The bank of the river<br />is on the left-side of my window<br />And on the right<br />the sun sets.<br />The width of the river<br />is the width of the window.<br /><br />Empty spaces take our names<br />They want us to fill them up.<br />So I say<br />let my best friend's leafless yearning<br />fulfill<br />and I'll make a swing with the blue and grey.<br /><br />The Navy Blue shall then carry me<br />to the other side of the river.<br />I'll see you there over Green Curry.</span>Chandnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16097420170636940431noreply@blogger.com4