Thursday, June 25, 2009

to sir

ladies and gentlemen, I propose a toast.
in memory of Dr. Anil Wilson. former Principal, St. Stephen's College.
The man who really made a whole generation of students feel at home as they struggled to find a toehold in the traditions of Stephania.
from the loooong stories in the morning assemblies to greeting students by name in main corr.

That long twisted tale of the Hare and the Tortoise shall always be remembered.

may god give you peace and embrace you in his love.

Dr. Wilson passed away this morning at 11 am. the funeral service is at St. James Church, Kashmere Gate at 5 p.m. today. Burial will be at Nichoson Cemetery after the service.

Friday, June 19, 2009

more than words

i've been trying to explain to someone that simply telling the person you love that you love them isn't always enough... specially after things have been messed up bad and there is major need of reassurance... words are definitely not enough... neither is giving up. backing off to give someone time to cool off works on someone who WANTS to cool off... otherwise, it just makes a person feel abandoned. like all that they said about needing to FEEL loved just went through one ear and out the other..
there's the little thngs that can cause huge hurts.. making a joke when the other person is pouring their heart out.. not doing things that u say you would... taking them for granted.. because you know they love you... everyone needs pampering and attention once in a while.. specially after a heavy blow.. not just a litany of "i love you" s that begins to sound like standard greeting after so many years pass..
there's as limit to love... even rhett left scarlett when it got unbearable..

MORE THAN WORDS- EXTREME
Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
Its not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words
is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me
Cos Id already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say
if I took those words away
Then you couldnt make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words

Now Ive tried to talk to you
and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands
and touch me
Hold me close dont ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me
Cos Id already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldnt make things new
Just by saying I love you

Thursday, June 18, 2009

clutter

sometimes you wonder if your decisions, your choices are really the right ones.. are u hoding on to something just because u're used to it being around.. however tattered. however broken..

baggage..
physical, spiritual, emotional..
things that weigh you down, make you wonder if you really are what you thought u were...

i read a blogpost sometime back.. either by roop or chandni.. i'm so sorry i've forgotten who it was... about a husband who cheated on his wife when drunk.. n it wasnt so much the sex that destroyed it but the fact that he snuggled up to the other woman n held her hand as they slept...
comfort.. the ease with which he spent the night with someone else is what destroyed them...

there's so much that has hurt.. there's so much i've shrugged off...
what happpens now??

Friday, June 12, 2009

disorientation

I gave in my press card to the HR department today... exit formalities are now complete.
there is no longer a lovely white card in my wallet proclaiming me to be a member of teh Indian Media and an employee of teh Indian Express print media ltd...
i'm officially an unemployed student now...

OH GOD!!!!! WHAT WILL I DO NOW???????????????????????

i feel horribly disoriented.. the little red on white "PRESS" card had so inherently become a part of my identity... i used to imtroduce myself to absolute strangers with it.. "hi I'm Aneesha. i'm a reporter with the Indian Express". seeing my bylines was a high... telling people anecdotes bout ppl i met and places i went to was fun..
so now what????

i'm now just a student.
at the Faculty of law, Delhi University...
not the same level of impressive now.. is it???
siiiiiigggghghhhhhhhhhh..............