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.

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

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??

rain......

“Perfect weather to cuddle up and make love don’t you think?” you whisper in my ear as the scent of coming rain grows stronger in the wind whipping at us… Huddled in the auto, I squeeze your hand tighter and look down at our entwined hands… a blush staining my cheeks. It’s been so long since we last made love… I think longingly... then groan…. “Where’s the place? Both your parents and mine would be at home today...”
Arranging our infrequent trysts is so difficult…. or maybe not so tough after all....
“So what?? I can just tell my parents that I’m staying over at your place again… I do it so often that they won’t mind anyway…” I sigh.. yes.. it is so often that you stay over at my house..

We run into the house drenched… mum takes one look at the water dripping off us and sends us straight to my room with instructions to change… we giggle like the silly children that we are to her till I’ve closed my bedroom door.. drenched clothes forgotten as I pull you against the door and kiss you…
Our kisses deepen.. clothes get pushed away..
And mom knocks ..

“Will you girls hurry up already? The food’s getting cold.. Deepa I’ve called your mother and told her that you’re staying here today.. I don’t want you going out in this storm.. now hurry up both of you” she instructs before returning to the dining table.. we look at each other.. entwined on my bed.. and laugh…
“not so difficult now was it??” you laugh.. we quickly put on dry clothes and run out..

We’re still holding hands as we rush to the dining room.. my parents find it really cute..they think of you as a second daughter….
my best friend.. my love.. my lover..

faasle they hazaron darmiyan...

this song tugs at my heart everytime i hear it..
it doesn't matter if you lose the one you love.. the love and the memories always remain...

EUPHORIA- Mehfuz

Zindagi Hai dhuan to kya
Bujh gayi har subah to kya
Rootha mujhse khuda to kya
Ho gaye hum juda to kya
Faasle they hazaaron darmiyan,
Waqt ke they hazaaron imtehaan
Fir bhi ban ke nishaan,
Tere honthon ke kisi kone mein Hansi ki tarah
main mehfuz hoon
Teri aankhon ke chipe dard mein Aansoo ki tarah
main mehfuz hoon

Bewajah har wajah to kya
Begunahii hai gunaah to kya
Beasar hai dua to kya
Ho gaye hum juda to kya
Raaz gehre hazaron bepanah
Lafz thehare hazaaron bejubaan
Fir bhi ban ke nishaan
Tere hontho ke kisi kone mein Hansi ki tarah
main mehfuz hoon
Tere gesu ke mude pannon mein
Yaadon ki tarah

main mehfuz hoon
Mehfuz hoon Teri aankhon mein
Mehfuz hoonTeri yaadon mein
Mehfuz hoonTeri baaton mein
Mehfuz hoonTere baalon mein
Mehfuz hoon

Faasle the hazaron darmiyaan
Waqt ki thi hazaron aandhiyan
Fir bhi ban ke nishaan
Tere honthon ke kisi kone mein Hansi ke tarah
main mehfuz hoon
Tere kaandhe ke chipe til mein Vaadon ki tarah
main mehfuz hoon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcmOlZKWAOw

a big thank you!!

i opened my blog today to find that my last story ' BREATHE' had been selected to be put on blogadda.com as one of their spicy saturday picks... i just wanted to say thank you to whoever it was who nominated me on it... i owe you a treat.. this was the first time anyone gave me such an amazing bit of encouragement...
THANK YOU!


ps: for some reason i cant get the blogadda label on my blog post.. read a few of the others which hadput it.. so can anyone tyell me how to get that?

i shall write more from now..
:)