Resonance

Monday, October 30, 2006

continuation..

The song that inspired the last post..

This song is by Paul Simon of Simon and Garfunkle.. I was twelve years old when I heard it and I have loved it since.. It makes me realize that everything around me a in a constant reminder of time and the treadmill that it really is.. It also makes me feel that even though everything is changing.. somewhere there is a consistency in this change..

This thought makes me feel positive on low days.. when I look out the window thinking.. its only a matter of time before it gets better…

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty-three now, but I won't be for long
Time hurries on
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand

And the leaves that are green turn to brown..

I admit that these are not the most particularly uplifting words.. but its all about perspective right.. Leaves fall and wither but new ones take their place and the cycle starts again..

And while we’re at it we might as well observe how beautiful the leaves look when they change color.. Its like someone took a bucket of paint and splashed it everywhere!

So yes as someone said..

And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand
And the leaves that are green turn to brown..


And my addition to that would be..

But there is no real reason to frown

Cause its only a matter of time
The sun will once again shine

And before we know it.. Spring will be here again!

Just a happy thought on a gloomy monday morning!

and the leaves that were green..

Foggy windows and their misty sheen
Maple leaves.. red, orange, yellow and some still green

Slowly, yet surely they touch the ground
Quietly, without making a single sound

The wind then carries them along
Amidst the rustling there is a silent song

A song that has a story within
You can hear it if you care to listen

Sometimes the story is of love meant to be
Etched painfully in one’s memory

Love that filled hearts with longing
Separation that led to eternal craving

Sometimes the story has a glorious ending
Of love lost and found, of bridges mending

Love that had the power to survive
Even though the world wouldn’t let it thrive


These stories of passion, heartbreak and surrender
The leaves had seem them all and these stories they would shisper

The wind carries these leaves to my window sill
They sit there silently in a night that’s still

They all have a story within
You can hear it if you care to listen

Friday, October 20, 2006

Diwali.. and many miles from home..

So this is the one time of the year that I miss home the most.. and I guess understandably so.. It being Diwali..

This is probably going to sound pretty geeky.. but I used to sit and paint diyas every year.. and every year there was a different color scheme.. once it was copper and bronze with mirror work on it so that the light from each one would reflect off of the other.. One year it was an orange, red and yellow color scheme..

And each year to complement the diyas.. there would be rangoli.. made with colored rice and marigold flowers.. in the driveway and the staircases.. each person was given strict instruction to be careful and walk so that they wouldn’t step on my labor of love.. and each year someone would step on something.. and try and fix it before I realized what had happened!

I used to go to the factory every year with my grandfather, father and chachu to do the puja.. I used to be the one separating the crackers for home and the factory and how all the workers would wait for the Puja to get done so they could light all the crackers..

I remember as a kid how I used to hide behind my grandfather with my ears closed because I was scared of those same crackers that I had chosen in the 1st place!

After coming home.. I would be ushered into the shower and I would wear my new outfit for the Puja at home.. How I looked forward to that one new Lehanga every year! My mom always chose new bed spreads for my room every year..

The Puja was always beautiful with 108 Diyas and chants and all the younger people touching the elders’ feet for blessings.. and then .. then then then.. the yummiest meal would be served which we all anxiously awaited!

So.. yes.. amidst the diwali parties, crackers, holidays from school, pujas, visiting people, food, crackers, rangolies and painted diyas.. Diwali.. was my most magical season.. and favorite part of the year..

Friday, October 13, 2006

Random thoughts

So its been one of those random days for me where thoughts seem to be coming from nowhere..

I was just thinking, shadows are the not the most loyal are they.. They follow you when its bright and sunny.. and are first to leave you when darkness starts settling in..

Wax, an inanimate object.. yet so giving.. It keeps melting away to keep the flame burning.. to make things brighter for someone… till the very last drop.. ya that is its’ purpose.. but yet I was thinking that maybe this is something to learn…

While reading a friends’ poem about the urn that carries away the ashes of the dead.. how one life, one body, one existence get encompassed in that one clay vessel.. to signify the end of one journey.. or maybe start another..

My roommate’s best friend told her.. Life has in ‘IF’ in it.. I just thought that was ironic..

Is there anything else in the world that has the universal application of flowers.. Used on happy occasions and sad.. when babies are born or when someone dies.. In garlands used to put on a deity and in the deity’s feet..

The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is just that word ‘extra’ .. that little bit extra effort, extra courage, extra determination..

Monday, October 09, 2006

Tumhare khayal mein..

Kitni raatein maine suraj ko chaand mein dhalte dekha hai
Tumhare khayaal mein chaand ko suraj mein pighalte dekha hai

Kai raatein meine chaand ko sawaalon bhari nazron se dekha hai
Tumhare khayaal mein sitaron ko bhi jalke bujhte maine dekha hai

Kai raaton ko apni maine, chaandani se raushan hote dekha hai
Tumhare khayaal mein chaandani ko bhi maddham hote dekha hai

Kai raatein meine baadlon ko chaand ko chupate hue dekha hai
Tumhare khayaal mein baadlon ko kai bar baraste maine dekha hai

Kai raatein apne aap ko andhere ko apnate hue dekha hai
Tumhare khayaal mein andhere ko bhi madhosh hote dekha hai

Kai raatein maine khayalon ko girte.. sambhalte.. dekha hai
Tumhare khayaal mein har khayaal ko khamosh hote dekha hai..

Friday, October 06, 2006

Lamha


Ek lamha jo jiya jaane kahan kho gaya
Kiya aankhon ko band to wahin so gaya

Khwabon ki duniya mein waqt se lamhe ne poocha
Main gar tera hissa na hota.. to kya hota

Waqt ne muskurake jawaab diya..

Hazaron sitaron se jo ek dua baar baar mangi thi
Mann hi mann jo ek kahaani likhi thi

Tu meri un duaon ka sunhera jawaab hai
Tu meri us kahaani ka khubsoorat anjaam hai

Tere wujood se hi mera wujood banta hai
Tu meri parchayi apne saaye mein liye chalta hai

Teri ummeed mein meri ahsayein dikhti hain
Teri awaaz mein meri khamoshi jhalakti hai

Teri soch mein mera gehra vishwas hai
Tere sapno mein mera har armaan hai

Tu hee mera sabse haseen ehsaas hai..

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Yesterday once more..

Last night as my friends and I brain stormed our ways into coming up with B-School essay ideas.. it opened up memory gates for me.. we sat and thought of instances from college that could be written about and as I sat and thought.. those countless hours came back to me.. and all I could think of was the Carpenters' song.. "its yesterday once more.."

Sitting and studying late into the night with friends.. looking forward to weekends and Boston visits.. “chilling”.. spending more time in each others rooms than our own.. sitting up and chatting the entire night.. going back and forth from Trim.. dance practices and performances.. movies, dinners lunches and just hanging out.. complete acceptance of each other.. best friends.. team meetings.. final papers and exams.. midnight library hours.. proof reading.. IMC group dynamics.. pulling each other out of the worst moments.. celebrating each others happiness.. Orlando, Miami, Cape Cod and Vegas.. togetherness..

What more could a person ask for from a college experience.. how much more fulfilling could it get..

Four years.. that somewhere along the passage of time.. converted into a lifetime..