dido... here with me...

the real problems are the kind that blindside you at 4pm on an idle tuesday*... or 1am... like this urge of mine.. to hear this song... you know sometimes u jus need to hear this song and u dont know why or what... so the onlything i know about it, is a snippet i caught of it in this flick.. love actually... oh brilliant flick btw.. truly british.. soppy and very perverted... like hugh grants onion pink shirt in notting hill.. neway.. so its this scene in which keira comes over to watch her wedding viedo at her now husbands 'doesnt really like her much' best friends place and discovers he's completely in love with her.. the scene ends with his admission of it being a 'self preservation kinda thing'... very well done.. and then he walks outta the place and scares some decent christmas shoppers with exxagerated antics of grief and annoyance... with this song playing the background.. and thats the one i neeeeeeded to hear... cept ya i donno the name.. or the title.. so i limewire 'love actually' and pop over a dozen bloody songs and they all sound like they coud be the one... anyway.. 7 unsuccessful songs and one very gorgeous lady's help later i find it... dido... here with me...blissful....

its playing now and goin on my ipod for experiences with mumbai traffic...

so apparently illegal file sharing software and gorgeous women can solve the most critical of dilemnas... thats the moral of this story...

oh i gave my gmat this friday.. nerveracking and troubling as it was.. i didnt do as well as i wanted to.. but well enough for things to come...

*cf: Baz Lurhman - Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)

selection of realities...

sometimes... it seems we lead such jaded lives.. so shielded from a whole different section and selection of realities.. i was watchin some movies today... d... presumably about the rise of dawood... and d company... tombstone.. the story of wyatt earp and doc holiday... and in the middle, line of duty... what im tryin to say i guess is that if you think about it... we all live such separate lives.. alone.. moviestars and corporates... soldiers and gangstaers.. cowboys and students... entwined in ways beoynd our comprehension and butterfly effecting each other and yet isolated from each other.. you can go through your entire life and never see a shootout or a bullet or a dead body.. or you can go you entire life and never have a week without one.. glitz and glamour... money and passion... honour and the call of duty.. right and wrong.. morals and lucidity.. gmats and suparis...

its a maze.. and at the end of it all.. the only reality is what you make of it.. that and death...

and he rode a pale horse... and his name was death... and hell came with him...*

*cf: Revelations: The Old Testament