hallo!
sometimes i cannot fathom your feelings for me.(7/01) you think i am special yet not so spcl as to be ur gf. no i am not complaining. i am merely thinking. why do u say u will nt fall for anyone? yrt when u talk of ur wife or mariage- u laugh abt it? seem serious abt it. i will get married in 2009 and the day u get married so i don't hve to go to ur stupid wedding. how do u know tht i suffer frm mood swings? why cn u only understand and nt be angry? why will othrs think i am rude and not u? how is it possible tht u wud care so much for me yet not love me? or is it tht u love me but do not want to confess abt it? what is the ans? u want me to come to delhi, why? coz "my friend" is there. why? wud u hve done the same? don't u knw tht i shudn't cme to delhi coz ur jus my frnd nothing more. i guess u'd expect all ur frnds to visit u, and i am no different. othrs don't think differently, they think alike, u think differently. thts why perhaps when othrs loved me, u don't. my logic seems to be breaking up.but u don't see what everyone sees so well.......
u are on the train bck to delhi right now.(8/01) i don't knw whtever i said yday will hv a bad effect on u- i did not mean to hurt u, i jus got upset a bit. ultimately i was able to say.. don't go... do u hve to go? did it sound stupid, baby? but do want u to do so well, top ur class, be the best in everything u do but i just miss u so much sometimes. when u say i am used to u priyanka.. i wonder is tht good or bad?
babes i miss u so much! demand and supply, so true, why cant my life reach a mkt equlibrium- u knw where my demands are met by perfect supply.
where u fall in love with me when i am in love with u. the perfect match.
i won't attend ur wedding, and tht's tht.i will get married xactly the day u get married and not be there to see ur stupid wife.
(9/01) u still hvent called. y? u reached delhi i jus called u.
u said u will ring me later u hvent as yet..
Now that you are gone
the time has found a snail's pace.
yet when i have the closeness
why does i feet so fast?
smaller fragments of memories
still smaller pieces of feelings
jumbled up together in a box.
i keep it hidden from you,
i shake it sometimes
and a piece falls out.
memories flood my heart
tears run down my cheeks.
and i know i still love you.
and i know i can't live without you.
and i know you will never be mine.
" please forgive me, i can't stop loving you."-- bryan adams.
i watched Raincoat today.. when two estranged lovers meet....
the character of ajaydevgan wrote... agar tumhari shaadi mujhse hoti to tumahri sari zimmedari meri hoti...
ash's char writes... bhagban ki marzi hoti meri shaadi tumhare saath hoti, kya tabhi tum sankoch karte?
bengali te translate korle better sonaye..
"tomat sange amar biye hole, tomar sab daitto to amari hoto."
this movie wud hve been better in bengali...
tumi chole gecho arr amar kashto hoche. etaki infatuation na attraction. if neither then is this love? i wonder sometimes tomake eto bhalobashi tobu y don't u love me? then amar mone hoye may be i don't love u. tomar kache "love" er definitoon ta ki bolte paro.ke jane koto kichu baite lekhe sab kichu ki sotti? kintu eto gulo lok jara tomake chene tara ki amr moton kasto paye? tomar bondhu der chinle bhalo hoto, atleast i cud hve shared their feelings abt u. ami bhabi tomar othr frnds also love u,tara ki pagoler moton shudhu tomar katha bhabe? tato naye...tahole ami emon keno kori?
jano i realized smething today... "kashto" kathatar english translation hoye na.. holeo it doesn't express the same feelings...
ur frnd
Monday, January 10, 2005
Sunday, January 02, 2005
SOMEONE I LOVE
RAHUL DRAVID
Rahul Sharad Dravid inherited his mother’s multi-tasking abilities and his father’s passion for cricket. He started playing the sport at the age of 12 and, like most Indians, his early cricket was played on the streets. He went on to play in his school team from St Joseph’s and success greeted him at every stage, eventually forcing him to pursue the sport and put his love for academics in cold storage.An extremely versatile cricketer, he has earned the nickname Mr Dependable. No longer is he hailed as only a master batsman — ‘The Wall’ bowls right-arm offbreaks and keeps wickets too, both of which he has done for India on more than one occasion, including two World Cup series.Recently, Dravid has started a new innings in his life after marrying his family-friend, Vijeeta Pendarkar, a surgeon at St John’s Hospital in Bangalore. He has a long way to go before he quits the pitch, but once he does, he would like to complete his business management from London School of Economics.
Excerpted from Rahul Dravid:A Biography by Vedam Jaishankar
DREAMS UNTOLD
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
I have been dreaming so much off late. It seems like I am living in the dream world. But I am not living in it? The dreamland is so much better than the real world; I just don't want to let go of it. So, I try and remember it.
VACATIONWe are on a vacation. It is so beautiful the mountains are so peaceful. I have had so much fun with Pablo I cannot imagine that holidays could be this fun. I am planning to make this an annual affair. The log cabin was so cozy and comfortable. Both of us had fun staying up late ad chatting. While traveling by the train we got used to staying wide awake at night and talking about everything under the sun. It was one of the best journeys ever. In a few days this vacation will be over. But I don't want this to get over so soon. I met Nirmalya here that was a pleasant surprise. I must confess, there is too much of coincidence in my life. Pablo probably felt a bit jealous. I forgot to add, the other day I had good fun dancing with Nirmalya, but then only dancing is his forte. I am not too impressed with him. Pablo and me have been talking about some really important stuff. He realizes that I am his friend, and being friends is a different proposition altogether. He was so shocked when I changed into some warmer clothes in front of him. He was shocked but well as one would expect played brave. I was as usual unperturbed and unembarrassed. But I am sure he was. So we played the little game of who gets embarrassed first and now he is comfortable seeing me in whatever clothes I wear, even putting lotion before bedtime. We had a hilarious discussion as to why women take so much time to dress up? He came up with such silly thoughts I forgot all about the discussion and was busy laughing. He completely cracks me up. I don't know why he goes quite when Nirmalya is around. I have this good rapport with his parents. Uncle and I went out photographing. He was quite struck by my astute observation. When we returned we found Pablo sulking because we left him and went out. But I have been a bit cautious around his mother. She is cool but one doesn't want to rub her the wrong way. One more secret and then I will wrap up. Half the nights here Pablo snuck out to my room and we spent the night together. Not that we are physical or anything. Just that it's nice and cozy to be with him. We chat for long in whispers and then fall asleep. My cell is on a daily alarm of 4 in the morning. He leaves and sneaks into his bed. He learnt how to climb down his first floor balcony. He locks his room door from the inside, so no one can find out. Come to think of it, I guess it is the nights spent in the train that he remembers. We snuggled in one berth and whispered and giggled so we wouldn't wake anyone. It has been the best time ever in my life. I am having so much fun. I spend the entire day and night with him. He is so very comfortable with me just like I had always imagined. Sometimes I wonder whether this isn't a dream.
I have been dreaming so much off late. It seems like I am living in the dream world. But I am not living in it? The dreamland is so much better than the real world; I just don't want to let go of it. So, I try and remember it.
VACATIONWe are on a vacation. It is so beautiful the mountains are so peaceful. I have had so much fun with Pablo I cannot imagine that holidays could be this fun. I am planning to make this an annual affair. The log cabin was so cozy and comfortable. Both of us had fun staying up late ad chatting. While traveling by the train we got used to staying wide awake at night and talking about everything under the sun. It was one of the best journeys ever. In a few days this vacation will be over. But I don't want this to get over so soon. I met Nirmalya here that was a pleasant surprise. I must confess, there is too much of coincidence in my life. Pablo probably felt a bit jealous. I forgot to add, the other day I had good fun dancing with Nirmalya, but then only dancing is his forte. I am not too impressed with him. Pablo and me have been talking about some really important stuff. He realizes that I am his friend, and being friends is a different proposition altogether. He was so shocked when I changed into some warmer clothes in front of him. He was shocked but well as one would expect played brave. I was as usual unperturbed and unembarrassed. But I am sure he was. So we played the little game of who gets embarrassed first and now he is comfortable seeing me in whatever clothes I wear, even putting lotion before bedtime. We had a hilarious discussion as to why women take so much time to dress up? He came up with such silly thoughts I forgot all about the discussion and was busy laughing. He completely cracks me up. I don't know why he goes quite when Nirmalya is around. I have this good rapport with his parents. Uncle and I went out photographing. He was quite struck by my astute observation. When we returned we found Pablo sulking because we left him and went out. But I have been a bit cautious around his mother. She is cool but one doesn't want to rub her the wrong way. One more secret and then I will wrap up. Half the nights here Pablo snuck out to my room and we spent the night together. Not that we are physical or anything. Just that it's nice and cozy to be with him. We chat for long in whispers and then fall asleep. My cell is on a daily alarm of 4 in the morning. He leaves and sneaks into his bed. He learnt how to climb down his first floor balcony. He locks his room door from the inside, so no one can find out. Come to think of it, I guess it is the nights spent in the train that he remembers. We snuggled in one berth and whispered and giggled so we wouldn't wake anyone. It has been the best time ever in my life. I am having so much fun. I spend the entire day and night with him. He is so very comfortable with me just like I had always imagined. Sometimes I wonder whether this isn't a dream.
a thought to keep you warm
What makes a person rich?
One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to thecountry with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. Theyspent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered avery poor family.On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was thetrip?" " It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. "Oh yeah," said the son. "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have apool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that hasno end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars atnight. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyondour sight. We have servants who serve us, but theyserve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls aroundour property to protect us, they have friends to protect them." The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are." Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen ifwe all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what wedon't have.Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!Please pass this page on to friends and acquaintances to help them refreshtheir perspective and appreciation. "Life is too short and friends are too few."
One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to thecountry with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. Theyspent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered avery poor family.On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was thetrip?" " It was great, Dad." "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. "Oh yeah," said the son. "So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have apool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that hasno end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars atnight. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyondour sight. We have servants who serve us, but theyserve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls aroundour property to protect us, they have friends to protect them." The boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are." Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen ifwe all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what wedon't have.Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!Please pass this page on to friends and acquaintances to help them refreshtheir perspective and appreciation. "Life is too short and friends are too few."
Saturday, January 01, 2005
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