Growing up

I dont think growing up is about choosing or letting go. Or about mediocrity and excellence or even failures. Dont think it is about career and money or achievements. Or about marriage and families and children but about understanding the subtleties of life and being inspired, not dejected, by it. 

Sweet nothings

Someday I would:

- go to a small bar, the one with wooden interiors, cozy yellow lights and country music

- paint by the waterfall 

- explore a new city on my own 

- see the milky way in the night sky 

- bake a perfect cake

- drive on a rainy day
- watch an opera
- save more than spend
- watch a movie at a drive in theatre

My Visual Blog

Recently I have been hooked on to visual blogging at Pinterest. It is a beautiful world of images, colours and emotions. Perhaps the best part about this website is that it enables you to 'pin' (or save) any image you like on any website. You just need to have its tool in your browser's toolbar.

Anyways, I guess you will figure it out once you lurk on the site. It is fun!

You can view some pics (there arent many yet) on my page at http://pinterest.com/nams12/

Perfect memories

The gravity of some memories surprise me. In spite of firm resolve and promises, the heart still cheats and wanders towards the forbidden, forgotten. More than the evocation I am amused by the vividness of these memories. Precision of the smile lines. Clarity of the words. Tone of the message. Intensity of the moment. Often it defeats the desire to actualize them. After all, it wouldn't be fair to tamper with such perfection.

True that many worlds reside without us but many more within. 

Har raat teri tasveer dekh
Tujko yaad karte hai
Har raat aankhe bandh kar
Wohi shaam dhoondte hai

Tera ehsaas jab sapno mein yu kaid na tha
Chhu kar jab tuje mehsus karte the

Teri tasveer bana li hai
Aankho ke pardo par
Phir ek baar

Uske mittne se pehle
Rubaroo ho jaana

Pause, should I?

There is much to write. A need to express. A desire to discuss. To ask aloud the questions. To share my words. But the solitude of my thoughts right now is strangely comforting. Will halt awhile here.