Friday, December 26, 2008

tere bin-Rabbi Shergill

tere bin / besides you
sanu sohnia / my love
koi hor nahio labhna / i shan't find another
jo dave / who'll give
ruh nu sakun / peace to my soul
chukke jo nakhra mera / and indulge me
ve main sare ghumm ke vekhia / i have gone and seen it all
amrika , roos, malaysia / america, russia, malaysiana
kittey vi koi fark si / there wasn't any difference
har kise di koi shart si / they all had some condition
koi mangda mera si sama / some asked for my time
koi hunda surat te fida / some were fascinated with my face
koi mangda meri si vafa / some demanded my fidelity
na koi mangda merian bala / none wanted my demons
tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / no one else
mangni merian bala / wanted my demons
tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / no one else
karni dhup vich chhan / shall shade me in the sun
jiven rukia / (the) way you paused
si tun zara / slightly
nahion bhulna / i shan't forget
main sari umar / all my life
jiven akhia si akhan chura / you said, looking away
"rovenga sanu yad kar" / "you shall weep in my memory"
hasia si main hasa ajeeb / i laughed a strange laugh
(par) tu nahi si hasia / but you didn't
dil vich tera jo raaz si / you had a secret in your heart
mainu tu kyon ni dasia / why didn't you tell me
tere bin / besides you
sanu eh raz / none shall tell this
kise hor nahion dasna / secret to me
tere bin / besides you
peerh da ilaaj / what druid
kis vaid kolon labhna / has the cure to my ills
milia si ajj mainu / i found today
tera ik patra / a note of yours
likhia si jis 'te / on which you had scribbeled
tun shayr varey shah da / a varis shah couplet
park ke si osnu / upon reading which
hanjnu ik duliya / a teardrop fell
akhan 'ch band si / what was locked in the eye
seh raaz ajj khulia / was revealed today
ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjnu / these tears of mine
kise hor / won't be kissed by
nahio chumna / none else
ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjhu / these tears of mine
mitti vich rulnha / will wither in the dust

lyrics from

Friday, November 28, 2008

Eurythmics - I Saved The World Today

Human make up

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”

---Anais Nin


“I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic -- in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”

--Anais Nin

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Livin' on the edge

I want to burn, even if I break myself. I live only for ecstasy. Nothing else effects me. Small doses, moderate loves- all these leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat... sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I am neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous- lava, inflammable, unrestrained. I feel like a jungle animal who is escaping captivity."

- Anais Nin

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Red Hot Chili Peppers- Tell me baby

what just happened there?

“Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.”

--Chuck Palahniuk

Friday, November 7, 2008


Though I go to you
ceaselessly along dream paths,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking world.

--Ono No Komachi


"The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on."

--Chuck Palahniuk

Friday, October 31, 2008


Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Job vs career

Evidently this new career wasn’t all thrills. There were spills, too, for some, maybe for me. Already I’d noted a few slippery patches. Little jobs had no such peaks and troughs, what you saw was what you got. You did what you were told to do, had as good a time doing it as possible and at five on the dot you forgot all about it. Little jobs didn’t raise ripples in the mind, didn’t disturb the surface at all. A career, on the other hand, seeped into evenings and weekends, popped up even in dreams, in fact took up so much of life that to all intents and purposes it was life, which might explain why it kept coming up with the same kind of questions: what am I here for, where am I going, is what I’m doing right or wrong? And, like life, the answers were never straightforward, often depressing. Very often there were none at all.

--Jill Tweedie, ‘Eating Children’

Saturday, October 25, 2008

This and that

We don't realize how quickly we will adapt to a pleasurable event and make it the backdrop of our lives.When any event occurs to us,we make it ordinary.And through becoming ordinary,we lose our pleasure.

--Tim Wilson

Sunday, October 19, 2008

To be or not to be

"In every generation, there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not belonging, who come into the world without strong affiliation to family or location or nation or race; those who value stability, who fear transience, uncertainty, change, have erected a powerful system of stigmas and taboos against rootlessness so that we mostly conform, we hide our secret identities beneath false skins of those identities which bear the belongers' seal of approval. But the truth leaks out in our dreams; alone in our beds—because we are all alone at night, even if we do not sleep by ourselves—we soar, we fly, we flee."

--Salman Rushdie

Love is contradictory

“When we fall in love, we are seeking to re-find all or some of the people to whom you were attached as children. On the other hand, we ask our beloved to correct all the wrongs that these early parents or siblings inflicted on us. So, love contains in it the contradiction, the attempts to return to the past and the attempt to undo the past.”
--crimes and misdemeanors(1989)

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

we were a generation

We took the world as given.Cigarettes
Were twenty-several cents a pack, and gas
as much per gallon. Sex came wrapped in rubber
And veiled in supernatural scruples—call
Them chivalry. A certain breathlessness
Was felt; perhaps the Bomb, which after all
Mushroomed us as we entered puberty,
Waking us from the newspaper-nightmare

Our childhoods had napped through, was realer then;
Our lives, at least, were not assumed to be
Our right; we lived, by shifts, on sufferance.
The world contained policemen, true; and these
Should be avoided; governments were bunk,
But well-intentioned; blacks were beautiful
But seldom seen; the poor were with ye always.
We thought one war as moral as the next,

Believed that life was tragic and absurd,
And were absurdly cheerful on that basis.
We loved John Donne and Hopkins, Yeats and Pound,
Medieval history was rather swank,
Psychology was in the mind; abstract
Things grabbed us where we lived; the only life
Worth living was the private life, and—last,
Worst scandal in this characterization—

We did not know we were a generation.

--John Updike

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


You’re never going to be the same person you are right now.
--Lions for lambs


When you are thinking about something you don't understand you have a terrible, uncomfortable feeling called confusion. The confusion is, because we are all some kind of apes that are kind of stupid trying to figure out how to put two sticks together to reach the banana, and we can't quite make it. So I always feel stupid. Once in a while, I put the two sticks together, and I reach the banana.
--Richard Feynman

Friday, October 10, 2008

Come to the dark side,we have cookies

"The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind."

- Katherine Mansfield

Monday, October 6, 2008

Ono no Komachi

though I go to you ceaselessly
along dream paths
the sum of those trysts is
less than a single glimse
granted in the waking world

-Ono no Komachi

Love again

"Love is a perky little elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun."
-Matt Groening

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

the choices we make..

"I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element.It is my personal approach that creates the climate.It is my daily mood that makes the weather.I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous.I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.I can humiliate or humor,hurt or heal.In all situations,it is my response that decides whether a crises is escalated or de-escalated,and a person is humanized or de-humanized."


Tuesday, September 16, 2008


"OPTION PARALYSIS: The tendency, when given unlimited choices, to make none.

KNEE-JERK IRONY: The tendency to make flippant ironic comments as a reflective matter of course in everyday conversation.

DERISION PREEMPTION: A life-style tactic; the refusal to go out on any sort of emotional limb so as to avoid mockery from peers. Derision Preemption is the main goal of Knee-Jerk Irony."

-Douglas Coupland, Generation X


"I am reminded that no matter how hard you try, you can never be more than twelve years old with your parents. Parents earnestly try not to inflame, but their comments contain no scale and a strange focus. Discussing your private life with parents is like misguidedly looking at a zit in a car's rearview mirror and being convinced, in the absence of contrast or context, that you have developed combined heat rash and skin cancer."
Douglas Coupland, Generation X

Saturday, August 23, 2008


"Maybe this is a strategy I should adopt. When my mom asks me how my thesis is going, I could answer, 'I'm learning a lot,' without extrapolating. I'm learning a lot about what it means to be addicted to television. I'm learning a lot about what it means to run your credit cards up to unmanageable levels. There is an interesting dust bunny behind the door in the bathroom. I am learning that these things don't go away by themselves, that dust bunnies need some encouragement. There is a pile of paper around my desk that almost goes up to my knees. It's like wading through a swamp to get to my computer; I lift my legs high, step over things, try not to get stuck in the muck. I am learning about the nature of stasis, how piles do not change until tripped over or physically shoved aside. I am learning the laws of physics through practical experiments. How a body that is not in motion seems to have trouble leaving her apartment. I am learning a lot."
-Shannon Olson, Welcome To My Planet...Where English Is Sometimes Spoken

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Happy huh??

“Maybe, underneath all the neurosis, you have a profound capacity for happiness that you're not allowing to exist.”
kissing Jessica Stein(2001)

Monday, August 18, 2008


"am I a monster more complicated and swollen with passion than the serpent Typho, or a creature of a gentler and simpler sort, to whom Nature has given a diviner and lowlier destiny? "

Sunday, August 17, 2008


“I know that love is unconditional but I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable, and strangely easy to mistake for loathing.”

Saturday, August 16, 2008


"I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
The Great Gatsby

Placebo - Every you Every me

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The Spirit Wooed by Philip Larkin

Once I believed in you,
And then you came,
Unquestionably new, as fame
Had said you were. But that was long ago.

You launched no argument,
Yet I obeyed,
Straightway, the instrument you played
Distant down sidestreets, keeping different time

And never questioned what
You fascinate
In me; if good or not, the state
You pressed towards. There was no need to know.

Grave pristine absolutes
Walked in my mind:
So that I was not mute, or blind,
As years before or since. My only crime

Was holding you too dear.
Was that the cause
You daily came less near—a pause
Longer than life, if you decide it so?

Thursday, August 7, 2008

those were the days..

"I believe that you've had most of your important memories by the time you're thirty. After that, memory becomes water overflowing into an already full cup. New experiences just don't register in the same way or with the same impact. I could be shooting heroin with the Princess of Wales, naked in a crashing jet, and the experience still couldn't compare to the time the cops chased us after we threw the Taylors' patio furniture into their pool in eleventh grade."

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

the bell jar 2

"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."

the bell jar

"...I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't...and this made me even sadder and more tired."

Thursday, July 31, 2008

walk in his shoes

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

Monday, July 28, 2008

Feel so different by Sinead O'Conner

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference"

Saturday, July 26, 2008


I asked her if she was unhappy; she says it is not a question of happiness. She says she remembers another thing about when she was young – she remembers when the world was full of wonder – when life was a strand of magic moments strung together, a succession of mysteries revealed, leaving her feeling as though she was in a trance. She remembers back when all it took to make her feel like she was a part of the stars was to simply talk about things like death and life and the universe. She doesn’t know how to reclaim that sense of magic anymore.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Fairies part 2

Fairies have very clear emotions,love or hate whereas humans are always caught up in mixed emotions,an entaglement of moods which make us old.

Dark Knight

is the awesomest movie EVER,a must watch.As far as I am concerned Christopher Nolan is a genius..(yes,I know that I dont have a flair for writing movie reviews):P

O Christian Bale,how I love thee.:)

when we two parted

I read this poem when I was in school and it stayed with me ever since.
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well--
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.

a guide to life or something like it

It gets harder all the time, Bev Shaw once said. Harder, yet easier too. One gets used to things getting harder; one ceases to be surprised that what used to be as hard as hard can be grown harder yet.

Friday, July 18, 2008

some lover to beloved

down the memory lane on which
you've strolled since ages past
they'll end if you walk farthar a step or two
where exist the turn towards
the wilderness of forgetfulness
beyond which there isnt any
me nor any you
my eyes hold their breath
for any moment you
may turn back,move ahead
or atleast turn to look back

the other wish is also in error,
for my heart knows
there's no turn here,no wilderness,
no mountain range
beyond whose horizon
my perpetual sun of your love can set
may you continue walking,these pathways
its better this way
if you dont even turn to look back
it is okay

although my sight knows that the wish
is just a farce
for if ever it were to run across
your eyes again
right there will
spring forth another pathway like
always,whenever we run into
there will begin
another journey of your lock's shadow,
your embrace's tremor

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Fallen angels who were not good enough to be saved not bad enough to be lost..Yeats.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008


...We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greetings cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time..(Zadie Smith)

Saturday, July 5, 2008


Theres only one version of this song for me, and that is Jeff Buckley's.Listening to it always makes me inexplicably sad.

Friday, July 4, 2008


I don’t like work. I’d rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work – no one does – but I like what is in the work – the chance to find yourself. Your own reality – for yourself, not for others – what no one else can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
[Joseph Conrad, ‘Heart of Darkness’]

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Charles Baudelaire, ‘Anywhere Out of this World’

..I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be..

and so it begins

I have seen angels/tempting me/time and again/to raging pits of hell/and I have been escorted/by satan on my last breath/to the gates of paradise/and when the time/to choose will come/will I choose the winged halo/or embrace the damned one?