Trite, I know!

कभी कभी कुछ जितने के लिए कुछ हारना पढता है।
और हारकर जितने वाले को बाजीगर कहते हैं।

Purple Rain

It's raining a deep dark purple hue through the last two nights here.

Read a question over at Elucidations. :) Dreamcatcher had asked what could be the colour of passion... Even though I've never been a painter, I seem to know the answer. It'd be purple probably.

Autumn in Bangalore

It's a beautiful day. The sun is up and skies are just the right shade of blue with a smattering of white clouds in between. In fact it seems like the perfect time for me to bunk work and go for a long walk somewhere followed by reading a book at peace in a roadside cafe. :)

The best seasons in Bangalore are spring, autumn and winter when the skies are clear but the sun feels gentle on the skin. It is so pleasant that you'll want to go for a picnic every single day. Besides the festivals are almost upon us, which means autumn is already here. No wonder, I'm loving the weather. :)

It has been raining everyday through the last week, what with the late monsoon. But the persistent grayness can be quite depressing for the spirit sometimes. Since taking off for a day isn't the best thing to be done at this juncture of a PhD, I'll make do with Nick Drake on my laptop and get to work presently.

If you're a Bangalorean, tell me at what times of the year does the weather in the city compel you to stay on here and endure the pollution, the traffic snarls and burgeoning populace? After all, where else in India can you enjoy such perfectly mild weather for most parts of the year? What'd we do without life's little blessings? :)

I wait endlessly; an interminable wait perhaps. One that runs into months and then years. I can only wish that it comes to fruition some day. I admit that I failed to understand you. I was going by bare facts and suppositions. If you could grant me one more hearing, I would have tried to right those wrongs. But you didn't consider my apologies to be sincere enough. Neither did you try to see the dreams nurtured so lovingly behind my hardened eyes.

So I am to be left alone once again. Maybe I'll be able to find another way. Patience, just patience would do the trick baby.

I want to write but I don't seem to find the right words. There's a high tide pulling me along and I'm just going with the flow these days. It has taken a lot of effort to resist. For a change, thought of giving myself some reprieve.
But although there's so much to say the words aren't taking shape in the mind's eye. A writer's block? But then I never was much of a writer; just as I've never been much of a singer, or a physicist. :)
I'm just a Jane of all trades. And if something starts to feel like work, then Jane runs away for play. :)
See you later. Hopefully some time soon.

The spoilt brat says ....

All I want is everything.

Is there really no way to get that? :)

A riddle is who you are, ma vie...

I'll belong to all of you; yet I'll belong to no one.
I'll be your everything, and make you my world; yet never be your slave or your master.
I'll let you be; but you must let me be in return.

Too bad baby, you just didn't understand the essence of that feeling.
Too bad baby, you just didn't have it in you to reach for what was beyond.
Too bad baby, you thought you were out of depth and no longer wanted to find what lay beneath.