few of my favs..

YOU VE GOT MAIL... Roy Orbison

Dream, when you're feeling blueDream, that's the thing to doJust watch the smoke rising rise in the airYou'll find your share of memories there

So dream when the day is throughDream, and they might come trueThings never are as bad as they seemSo dream, dream, dream

CITY OF ANGELS... Goo Goo Dolls

And I'd give up forever to touch you Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life Cause sooner or later it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

I don't want the world to see me Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

Wanderlust

I was back from office and a few social obligations... meeting up a friend even when I barely had the stamina to romp around after my usual hours at the office. Meeting up people when you want to spend sometime alone can be such a pain in the neck. Its not that I detest socializing or something like that...In fact, I am more of a social animal than an introvert as I already might have sounded to be. But then, there are times when I feel the necessity of being all alone..to myself.

As I moved back to my apartment, I wondered what was it that I wanted to do. I realised watching a movie would probably hush off my long-existing issues. I headed for the nearest DVD store and picked up a couple -- Erin Brockovich and New York Waiting. There is a reason for me picking up the first one.. somebody complimented me on having the similar determination and grit as Julia Roberts in Erin Brockovich. That sufficed to trigger my interest to watch the movie. And the second one...well, that was something I picked up by my instincts. A romantic affaie..the movie was way ahead of being just another romantic mushy love story. It illuminates the effects of lovesickness and wanderlust. Sad, intense and sensitive- thats what I would say about this flick that I saw.

Even after watching the movie, I really couldnt cheer myself up. Thats when I treated myself to a smoke and some lovely intoxicating music.. I am just imagining myself in what I would call the beginning of a low phase. Hopefully, I get out of this soon.

The Big Bad World..

As I get to my work as every other day, I sit at my workplace basking in the glow of the compliments of the people around me. Now thats something that can be credited to my new makeover...not a major one but certainly a welcome change. I got my hairstyle changed and lo.. there was a downpour of compliments from people I expected and also from people I barely speak to. But at the end of it all, there is something else on my mind.

Are looks all that matters? I presume they do because till date, we still give a glance to someone who is looking great. But no... I am digressing! What I am trying to put across is the notion that looks help people go a long way. Is it true? I sit...I ponder ...and I do think there is an ounce of truth in it , if not a tonne of it! I have seen my classmates using their external beauty and their charms to their advantage during the placement season. Something which is so academia gets a touch of bias based on external features. I dont blame them .. i guess its the fault of the teachers and the corporate people who actually make the students believe that this indeed is the easy way out. I am sure a lot of people will agree with me when I say that making it successfuk isnt anymore just about having good academics only.

I just hope that this doesnt remain the case. For as I learn the games of the corporate world, I realise its a lot more than just talent. I just hope I dont join the bandwagon and move ahead on the basis of my hardwork and talent rather than any other ancillary things.

Subah Subah...

Subah subah yeh kya hua
Na jaane kyun ab main hawaon main chal raha hun...

Listening to these words does give a spring to every step that i take. I was walking down the hill from my place to office this morning and had plugged in my handsfree so that I could enjoy some music on the radio. They were playing this song and needless to say, it made my day! The music, the lyrics , the rhythm...everything is so very refreshing. Actually, one needs to listen to feel the soothing effect that it has!

Wish life was as pleasant all the time!

A nice piece of reading...

The story of the painting, The Last Supper, is extremely interesting and instructive. The two incidents connected with it afford a most convincing lesson on the effects of right thinking or wrong thinking in the life of a boy or girl, or of a man or a woman.The Last Supper was painted by Leonardo Da Vinci, a noted Italian artist; and the time engaged for its completion was seven years. The figures representing the twelve Apostles and Christ himself were painted from living persons. The life-model for the painting of the figure of Jesus was chosen first.When it was decided that Da Vinci would paint this great picture, hundreds and hundreds of young men were carefully viewed in an endeavor to find a face and personality exhibiting innocence and beauty, free from the scars and signs of dissipation caused by sin.Finally, after weeks of laborious searching, a young man nineteen years of age was selected as a model for the portrayal of Christ. For six months, Da Vinci worked on the production of this leading character of his famous painting.During the next six years, Da Vinci continued his labors on this sublime work of art. One by one fitting persons were chosen to represent each of the eleven Apostles; space being left for the painting of the figure representing Judas Iscariot as the final task of this masterpiece. This was the Apostle, you remember, who betrayed his Lord for thirty pieces of silver, worth in our present day, currency of $16.96.For weeks, Da Vinci searched for a man with a hard callous face, with a countenance marked by scars of avarice, deceit, hypocrisy, and crime; a face that would delineate a character who would betray his best friend.After many discouraging experiences in searching for the type of person required to represent Judas, word came to Da Vinci that a man whose appearance fully met his requirements had been found in a dungeon in Rome, sentenced to die for a life of crime and murder.Da Vinci made the trip to Rome at once, and this man was brought out from his imprisonment in the dungeon and led out into the light of the sun. There Da Vinci saw before him a dark, swarthy man; his long, shaggy and unkempt hair sprawled over his face, which betrayed a character of viciousness and complete ruin. At last, the famous painter had found the person he wanted to represent the character of Judas in his painting.By special permission from the king, this prisoner was carried to Milan where the picture was being painted; and for months he sat before Da Vinci at appointed hours each day as the gifted artist diligently continued his task of transmitting to his painting this base character in the picture representing the traitor and betrayer of our savior. As he finished his last stroke, he turned to the guards and said, "I have finished. You may take the prisoner away."As the guards were leading their prisoner away, he suddenly broke loose from their control and rushed up to Da Vinci, crying as he did so, "O, Da Vinci, look at me! Do you not know who I am?"Da Vinci, with the trained eyes of a great character student, carefully scrutinized the man upon whose face he had constantly gazed for six months and replied, "No, I have never seen you in my life until you were brought before me out of the dungeon in Rome."Then, lifting his eyes toward heaven, the prisoner said, "Oh, God, have I fallen so low?" Then turning his face to the painter he cried, "Leonardo Da Vinci! Look at me again for I am the same man you painted just seven years ago as the figure of Christ."This is the true story of the painting of The Last Supper that teaches so strongly the lesson of the effects of right or wrong thinking on the life of an individual. Here was a young man whose character was so pure, unspoiled by the sins of the world that he presented a countenance of innocence and beauty fit to be used for the painting of a representation of Christ. But within seven years, following the thoughts of sin and a life of crime, he was changed into a perfect picture of the most traitorous character ever known in the history of the world.