Lullaby

everything's gonna be alright...rockabye, rockabye.

sounds familiar? ...that's the chorus to Shawn Mullins Lullaby.

it's a song I sing to myself, in my head over and over again when I'm feeling sad.
With my own encouraging tune playing in my head I tune out the rest of the world. The worries, the humdrum, the people ...everything seems like I'm looking at it through a telescope, into a distant galaxy.

And when i've had my music therapy I'm ready to think things through, resolve the issues...feel the smile coming on again and then its a whole different song and tune for me and my world.

This morning was one of those moments. But its alright now...it always is in the end :)

sundry

"We Will Become Silhouettes"

as I lay in my bath tub, soaking every inch of my naked body in hot water, my flesh tingled, the warmth enveloped me, I felt all my muscles relax, the spinning in my head came to a still, i felt my lips hum a tune and it all happened to this song below...

THE POSTAL SERVICE LYRICS

"We Will Become Silhouettes"

I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,
And pictures of you and i'm not coming out
Until this is all over
And i'm looking through the glass where the light bends
At the cracks
And i'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
The echoes belong to someone
Someone i used to know

And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that
I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode
(and it won't be a pretty sight)

And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...

And we'll become
And we'll become

Babe Support

alrite so I've had enough !!
enough of those lecherous stares, indecent proposals (no i do not want to $@&*$@ you right here right now or EVER !) , whistles and hoots, 'whats yar name pliz', 'hunny lemme get you a drink ( are you sure you can make it out of your drunken drug induced comatose state to order me one?).

today as I walked back home through one of the dingy dark alleyways I was rudely jolted out of my reverie by an uncouth young man, who had taken the liberty to inch his way next to me and scream into my ear 'hi babe. wanna get it on." I got a crazed look in my eyes as I stared horrified at this expressionless man (yes . it was weird. but he had no expression. no lust. no evil. no lopsided smile. just a blank). my eyes darted up and down the alley way. Not a soul in sight. No one would even hear me scream. This is when the parasympathetic nervous system takes over for our fright and flight reaction...you either use it or lose it...I took giant strides towards the light at the end of the alley.
What if this man had turned out to be more than just the whistling looker...what if he was one of those power hungry hooting grabbers and feelers...would I be transfixed in my spot, or would I be able to outrun him. These are definitely those times
I wish I was carrying some mace or pepper spray or I'd actually taken those karate classes.

Bottomline...what exactly is it about biology and society, the natural and artificial envorionments that make men into eve teasers?...when did we last hear about "adam" teasers. Well maybe at your local Chip n Dale show (but that doesn't really count).


instead of being wary i've grown weary of such incidents. I've ignored them for the longest time but I finally had to ponder it out loud in my blog.


ugh! seems like there is a glitch in the hardwiring or the software's been corrupted.

I think I might have to call 'babe' support and find these men a solution.

Reminisce...

the first birthday candle I blew out
mom's unconditional love
her constant reminders to wash between the ears :P
dad's hawklike but nontheless loving eye on me
times i cried when I lost someone I love
my first heartbreak
my first snow fall
the time i fell off a yak in the mountains and landed up with its butt on my face
my dangerous rafting adventure
my grandma's kind eyes
my grandads infectious laughter
holding my precious dalmation pups
my debut in a homemade 'complan' video
my first kiss
my first orgasm
riding the bandra local
the cold sea mist against my face
the elated feeling of a new love
'bunking' lectures in JH
long phone conversations with old friends
the first moments when I tasted pani poori
tibbs frankies !!!
bear hugs and warm fuzzies
compliments from strangers
my 23 birthday surprises
sunday dhansaks
lagan nu bhonu
the scent of sandalwood and calm of an agyari
being scared of the dark
believing in santa claus and the tooth fairy
the devastation when I found out they don't 'exist' ..:P
the first time i tried pan with a special someone
being a kid and not having a care in the world
hugging my safety blankie when I was six
hugging my safety blankie when I'm twenty three
the day I discovered I could read
the time I realized I'm guilty of all seven sins
the empowering feeling of every succes
the humble realization of every failure
sand tickling my toes
hiding out in the safest place in the world when i did something bad
the agony of broken trust
the shame of breaking 'their' trust
my first real stage debut when i was seven
the one million four hundred and seventy eight moments in my life that have made me feel alive




hmmm I think I miss everyone...
but its good to smile and reminisce
passing memories through a mental prism
i love life for all those reasons