you tell me where to go and though i might leave to find it...
ill never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it...*
the best sex i ever had of my life was on a chennai morning... the worst.. well thats another story... the thing is.. i was reading what a friend wrote... and it struck me that its all a bit fussed over and overrated.. i suppose.. and then again.. its all a bit intense.
whats it all about.. the satisfaction of simultaneous erotic orgasms.. or the caveman masochistic notion of being able to give more than you get.. in a multiplistic sort of a way... or is it more carnal.. more basic.. jus sex yeah.. gettin laid.. gettin another 'dent on the bedpost'... i like that.. i woulda gone with.. notch on your hilt.. or is it higher.. making love.. long passionate fabulous love.. is it...
who knows... but I will tell you this.. Its defiantly personal... more so than anything else ever.. and its so wicked.. cause you have to share it.. and you cant ignore that... so weather you regret it. miss it. love it. hope for it. or jus overdo it. its still really personal.
and when it comes down to it.. you gotta decide.. what sort of person are you.. left wing doesnt mean in bed.. liberal doesnt mean liberal about casual sex.. free spirited doesnt equal one night stands..
I always supposed i was the sort of person who wouldnt have a one night stand.. too idealistic i supposed.. too much faith in the heart... was i wrong..
live completely yes.. absorb every iota of what life can offer.. and in some ways this too.. but i dont know.. at some point you just take a call and decide..
ive decided.. and therefore since i cannot practice.. i preach...
*cf: Your Body is a Wonderland, John Mayer
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
The seat of Jivatman
The Anahat chakra is physically positioned at the heart region. Traditionally, this chakra is represented as a green flower with twelve petals which match the vrittis of lust, fraud, indecision, repentance, hope, anxiety, longing, impartiality, arrogance, incompetence, discrimination and defiance.
Anahat is associated with the ability to make decisions outside of the realm of karma. In Manipura and below, man is bound by the laws of karma, and the fate he has in store for him. In Anahata, one is making decisions, 'following your heart', based upon one's higher self, and not from the unfulfilled emotions and desires of lower nature. The 'wish-fulfilling tree', kalpa taru, resides here, symbolising the ability to manifest whatever you wish to happen in the world.
It is also associated with love and compassion, charity to others, and forms of psychic healing.
Anahat is the seat of the Jivatman.
Anahat is associated with the ability to make decisions outside of the realm of karma. In Manipura and below, man is bound by the laws of karma, and the fate he has in store for him. In Anahata, one is making decisions, 'following your heart', based upon one's higher self, and not from the unfulfilled emotions and desires of lower nature. The 'wish-fulfilling tree', kalpa taru, resides here, symbolising the ability to manifest whatever you wish to happen in the world.
It is also associated with love and compassion, charity to others, and forms of psychic healing.
Anahat is the seat of the Jivatman.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
hippy burday to me...
hipppy burrrday to me...!
yes I am predictable.. and I am vain.. but i dont care.. I am twenty five.. and I am allowed...
yes I am predictable.. and I am vain.. but i dont care.. I am twenty five.. and I am allowed...
Monday, October 23, 2006
you're done.
kehna ko alvida keh de...
par saath rahoge tum sada...
is mod se agle mod talakh hamko bhi saathi chalne de...
a quarter of a centuary into life you wake up and realise youve made your friends.. its not an ongoing process.. there are people out there that own your soul and your lives.. its all divided up and hashed out.. you're done.
I have decided.
1. By next diwali.. my birthday.. I will be back in Delhi... come what may.
2. I have a timetable, I have a plan, and now I have a reason...
3. I'm finished with being single.. and I'm finished with my randomness...
4. I am reformed.. and you will see..
I have decided.
*cf: Hip Hip Hurray
par saath rahoge tum sada...
is mod se agle mod talakh hamko bhi saathi chalne de...
a quarter of a centuary into life you wake up and realise youve made your friends.. its not an ongoing process.. there are people out there that own your soul and your lives.. its all divided up and hashed out.. you're done.
I have decided.
1. By next diwali.. my birthday.. I will be back in Delhi... come what may.
2. I have a timetable, I have a plan, and now I have a reason...
3. I'm finished with being single.. and I'm finished with my randomness...
4. I am reformed.. and you will see..
I have decided.
*cf: Hip Hip Hurray
Sunday, October 08, 2006
elysiums are replaced...
I spend the night
Yeah looking for my insides in a hotel room
Waiting for you
Were gonna make it tonight
Yeah something in the air tells me the time is right so we better get on
Dont wanna wait
Lord Ive been waiting all my life but
Im too late again
I know but I was scared
koyla is the past... I have found my soul... as commercial as it is.. its the capitalistidealistrockfansdream... Hard Rock Cafe.. back after some Mumbai Police Licensing issues.. The place is wonderful.. all sorts of memorabilia to titillate the idle and progressively intoxicated minds... guitars signed by Jimmy Page.. Full feature album cover of Vitology, Gus Van Sant's Jacket from some groundbreaking performance... and much more... A fabulous sound system... and a DJ with a gift.. who plays Yellow, Even Flow, Black, Patience and Coming Back to Life in the same night... its Mezz but this one isn't dingy and smoke filled.. its huge and lively and not that expensive.. honest...
The place just buzzes.. it manages to tolerate the pseudopartiers who must come to the newest nightspot in town along with the grunge induced kobain fans.. its lets you bawl in your worst drunken stupor to whatever remote rendition you know of the song that's playin.. it doesn't pretend to be all .. hard rock cafe.. its lets you be yourself.. you can sit like an old foggy and grab a bite or crowd the elevated bar area in bachavellian Mellie...
Its lets you breathe.. and I can't claim that of many places...
Cant you see Im moving like a train into some foreign land
I aint Got a ticket for this ride but I will
Cant stop looking back no no
One more for the lovers
O brother wont you lend a hand Im alone in a room
And Im waiting for love
I dont know when this dreams gonna stop
But Im telling you friend I dont want to get up...
Oh, play a song for the lover tonight
Dj, play a song for the lovers tonight*
*cf: Song for the Lovers, RichardAshcroft
Yeah looking for my insides in a hotel room
Waiting for you
Were gonna make it tonight
Yeah something in the air tells me the time is right so we better get on
Dont wanna wait
Lord Ive been waiting all my life but
Im too late again
I know but I was scared
koyla is the past... I have found my soul... as commercial as it is.. its the capitalistidealistrockfansdream... Hard Rock Cafe.. back after some Mumbai Police Licensing issues.. The place is wonderful.. all sorts of memorabilia to titillate the idle and progressively intoxicated minds... guitars signed by Jimmy Page.. Full feature album cover of Vitology, Gus Van Sant's Jacket from some groundbreaking performance... and much more... A fabulous sound system... and a DJ with a gift.. who plays Yellow, Even Flow, Black, Patience and Coming Back to Life in the same night... its Mezz but this one isn't dingy and smoke filled.. its huge and lively and not that expensive.. honest...
The place just buzzes.. it manages to tolerate the pseudopartiers who must come to the newest nightspot in town along with the grunge induced kobain fans.. its lets you bawl in your worst drunken stupor to whatever remote rendition you know of the song that's playin.. it doesn't pretend to be all .. hard rock cafe.. its lets you be yourself.. you can sit like an old foggy and grab a bite or crowd the elevated bar area in bachavellian Mellie...
Its lets you breathe.. and I can't claim that of many places...
Cant you see Im moving like a train into some foreign land
I aint Got a ticket for this ride but I will
Cant stop looking back no no
One more for the lovers
O brother wont you lend a hand Im alone in a room
And Im waiting for love
I dont know when this dreams gonna stop
But Im telling you friend I dont want to get up...
Oh, play a song for the lover tonight
Dj, play a song for the lovers tonight*
*cf: Song for the Lovers, RichardAshcroft
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
and being ready...
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far a-way from home, so far away from home*
This post isn't about being far away from home... this post is about confusions and expectations.. this is a post about being alright... about being forsaken.. and still being alright... this is a post about hope and drudgery... bachavellian drudgery... and being upto it... this is a post about life and its turns.. about mornings and being missed when it rains.. its about fleeting glimpses while driving past and beautiful women in red.. its about concerts and concertos... its about being a bridge over troubled waters.. and about swimming against the wind... its about deep breaths and heavy sighs.. this is a post about crowds and mall fright.. its about pretences and egos.. its about phone calls in the middle of the night and good morning sms's... its about waking up in the morning and raising your weary head.. its about... feeling small... sitting wasted and wounded... this is a post about emotional insecurities.. and being ready... this is a post about the human need to be needed... its about enlightenment and lighting joints... this is a post about leading her down... this is about raising her up... this is a post about Wednesday nights and Sunday afternoons... this is a post about the smell of freshly baked bread and of pine early in the morning after the rains.. this is a post about lindt dark chocolate thins and about Aladdin... its about holidays and vacations and exhalations... its about road rage and podding.. this is a post about realisations... that love isn't just about waking up next to her and knowing that you're completely vulnerable.. but also about accepting and letting go... this is a post about all the little things.. and all the big ones as well.. this is a post about... the life I'm living...
*cf: American Tune, Simon and Garfunkel
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far a-way from home, so far away from home*
This post isn't about being far away from home... this post is about confusions and expectations.. this is a post about being alright... about being forsaken.. and still being alright... this is a post about hope and drudgery... bachavellian drudgery... and being upto it... this is a post about life and its turns.. about mornings and being missed when it rains.. its about fleeting glimpses while driving past and beautiful women in red.. its about concerts and concertos... its about being a bridge over troubled waters.. and about swimming against the wind... its about deep breaths and heavy sighs.. this is a post about crowds and mall fright.. its about pretences and egos.. its about phone calls in the middle of the night and good morning sms's... its about waking up in the morning and raising your weary head.. its about... feeling small... sitting wasted and wounded... this is a post about emotional insecurities.. and being ready... this is a post about the human need to be needed... its about enlightenment and lighting joints... this is a post about leading her down... this is about raising her up... this is a post about Wednesday nights and Sunday afternoons... this is a post about the smell of freshly baked bread and of pine early in the morning after the rains.. this is a post about lindt dark chocolate thins and about Aladdin... its about holidays and vacations and exhalations... its about road rage and podding.. this is a post about realisations... that love isn't just about waking up next to her and knowing that you're completely vulnerable.. but also about accepting and letting go... this is a post about all the little things.. and all the big ones as well.. this is a post about... the life I'm living...
*cf: American Tune, Simon and Garfunkel
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
forsaken...
she has forsaken me.. i have no doubt that god is a woman with a wicked sense of humour...
You`re dangerous `Cause you`re honest
You`re dangerous You don`t know what you want
Well you left my heart Empty as a vacant lot For any Spirit to haunt
Hey hey Sha la la Hey hey
You`re an accident Waiting to happen
You`re a piece of glass Left there on the beach
Well you tell me things I know you`re not supposed to
When you leave me Just out of reach*
Anahat went on a weekend trip to Delhi, Anahat has learnt the following lessons:
1. Never underestimate Mumbai Traffic or be prepared to pay for it, literally.
2. Never interfere with Bawa when he's drunk... let the bastard get thokoed.. u wont end up almost dislocating you own shoulder at the least.
3. Never underestimate or compromise on the little joys you can cause the ones you love the most, specially your folks.
4. Do not get so drunk that you regret who you wake up with the next morning. Well not regret but more so.. 'worry yourself about messing other things up'
5. Never be involved in a setup where you know both people. You have no objectivity.
6. If someone tells you honestly that the`re "pretty messed up and if i had to give u advice abt myself i'd tell u to keep me at a distance... really!" L I S T E N T O H E R
7. Never start intorductions with 'Oh I've heard so much about you from ......' You have no Idea what that equation really was... ;-)
Ironically Anahat doesn't do learn.. but maybe it'll help in some way.
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here**
*cf: Who's gonna ride your Wild Horses, U2, Achtung Baby
**cf: Wish You Were Here, Incubus
You`re dangerous `Cause you`re honest
You`re dangerous You don`t know what you want
Well you left my heart Empty as a vacant lot For any Spirit to haunt
Hey hey Sha la la Hey hey
You`re an accident Waiting to happen
You`re a piece of glass Left there on the beach
Well you tell me things I know you`re not supposed to
When you leave me Just out of reach*
Anahat went on a weekend trip to Delhi, Anahat has learnt the following lessons:
1. Never underestimate Mumbai Traffic or be prepared to pay for it, literally.
2. Never interfere with Bawa when he's drunk... let the bastard get thokoed.. u wont end up almost dislocating you own shoulder at the least.
3. Never underestimate or compromise on the little joys you can cause the ones you love the most, specially your folks.
4. Do not get so drunk that you regret who you wake up with the next morning. Well not regret but more so.. 'worry yourself about messing other things up'
5. Never be involved in a setup where you know both people. You have no objectivity.
6. If someone tells you honestly that the`re "pretty messed up and if i had to give u advice abt myself i'd tell u to keep me at a distance... really!" L I S T E N T O H E R
7. Never start intorductions with 'Oh I've heard so much about you from ......' You have no Idea what that equation really was... ;-)
Ironically Anahat doesn't do learn.. but maybe it'll help in some way.
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here**
*cf: Who's gonna ride your Wild Horses, U2, Achtung Baby
**cf: Wish You Were Here, Incubus
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