Friday, February 27, 2009

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Deep thought for the yesterday

if "how" someone spends their time defines "who" they are
and if you start to not like how someone starts spending their time
then isn't it natural for you to not like who they are (or have become)?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

"After the Movie"

My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie.
He says that he believes a person can love someone
and still be able to murder that person.

I say, No, that's not love. That's attachment.
Michael says, No, that's love. You can love someone, then come to a day

when you're forced to think "it's him or me"
think "me" and kill him.

I say, Then it's not love anymore.
Michael says, It was love up to then though.

I say, Maybe we mean different things by the same word.
Michael says, Humans are complicated: love can exist even in the
murderous heart.

I say that what he might mean by love is desire.
Love is not a feeling, I say. And Michael says, Then what is it?

We're walking along West 16th Street—a clear unclouded night—and I hear my voice
repeating what I used to say to my husband: Love is action, I used to say
to him.

Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at
someone you want to eat and not eat them.

Janis Joplin says, take another little piece of my heart now baby.

Meister Eckhardt says that as long as we love images we are doomed to
live in purgatory.

Michael and I stand on the corner of 6th Avenue saying goodnight.
I can't drink enough of the tangerine spritzer I've just bought—

again and again I bring the cold can to my mouth and suck the stuff from
the hole the flip top made.

What are you doing tomorrow? Michael says.
But what I think he's saying is "You are too strict. You are
a nun."

Then I think, Do I love Michael enough to allow him to think these things
of me even if he's not thinking them?

Above Manhattan, the moon wanes, and the sky turns clearer and colder.
Although the days, after the solstice, have started to lengthen,

we both know the winter has only begun.

~Marie Howe

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

2003



2003. who can forget 2003.
the clouds.
cumulus. mammatus.
tumultuous.
love was at that time.
like these clouds.

Here are the rules:
1.pick the 6th picture from your 6th photo folder.
2.tell the story around it.
3.pass it onto 6 other people you like.

(6 other people i like)
1. nash (done)
2. diti (done)
3. tanu (done)
4. veena (not done)
5. athiran (not done)
6. aishwarya (not done)

(i believe in cheating)

jai ho!

Jai Ho!

Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley

Jai Ho!

Ratti ratti sachchi maine jaan gawayi hai
Nach Nach koylon pe raat bitaayi hai
Ankhiyon ki neend maine phoonkon se udaa di
Gin gin taarey maine ungli jalayi hai

Eh Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley

Jai Ho!

Baila! Baila!
Ahora conmigo, tu baila para hoy
Por nuestro dia de movidas,
Los problemas los que sean
Salud!
Baila! Baila!

Jai Ho!

Chakh le, haan chakh le, yeh raat shehed hai
Chakh le, haan rakh le
Dil hai, dil aakhri hadd hai
Rakh le
Kaala kaala kaajal tera
Koi kaala jaadu hai na

Kaala kaala kaajal tera
Koi kaala jaadu hai na

Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley

Jai Ho!

Kab se, haan kab se, jo lab pe ruki hai
Keh de, keh de, haan keh de
Ab aankh jhuki hai
Keh de, aisi aisi roshan aankhein
Roshan dono heerey hain kya

Aaja aaja jind shamiyaane ke taley
Aaja zari waale neele aasmaane ke taley

Jai Ho!

~Gulzar (for Slumdog Millionaire)