Its been a while...

So it's been a while...about an year actually since I last wrote something here. But tonight, as I went through some of the old posts, I remembered how good it felt to write, to be read and to think about things that I didn't NEED to think about...

So I am back.

Sometimes...

Sometimes friends leave, sometimes the love is missed, sometimes the office work is depressing.

But sometimes, there's nothing wrong, and there is gloom.

And so it is...

not quite like how it should be;

still dealing with debts and poverty

I whined, and did not dine

Lesson of the day,
that I learnt the hard way

Pack, squeeze, shut and lift
dust, swab, sweep and sift

Two bins full, and a broken shelf
This while I indulge, in pity for self

You have to move your kit
But none else gives a shit

I hate to sound whiny
But the boxes aren't tiny

Indifference. Anger it did provoke
Then a voice, from within thus spoke

Adam for Adam, and Eve for Eve
Gospel it is, then why the peeve?

I guess I expect much from friends
But it's fine. considering, well it all ends

Tagged I am, by Him -
Using only song *titles* from one artist, cleverly answer these questions
So here goes -

I choose: Pink Floyd

1. Are you a male or female: Empty Spaces

2. Describe yourself: Comfortably Numb

3. How do you feel about yourself: Us and Them

4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Shine on you crazy Diamond

5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: Wish you were here

6. Describe your current location: The great gig in the sky

7. Describe where you want to be: Yet Another Movie

9. Your favorite color is: Eclipse

10. You know : One of these days...

11. What’s the weather like: Have A Cigar

12. If your life was a television show what would it be called: The Show Must Go On

13. What is life to you: High Hopes

14. What is the best advice you have to give: Coming back to Life

15. If you could change your name what would you change it to: Another Brick in the wall

I tag:
Gomes
Jedi
V
Venting Macha

9 AM, Andheri Station

Life's tough here they say
every minute counts they say

You don't stop walking, to look at a shop
there's a sea of people pushing from the top

Here, curses of all kinds are heard
expressing the collective pain suffered

You need to let your pain show
otherwise how would she know?
the high-heeled girl with a bow,
who just stamped on your toe

Bound to be hit at least once a day
elbowed, stamped on or pushed away
you scream, curse and let everyone know
that you are one of them now; and this pain- you know.

You stand out, by sticking in
You live on, by giving in

Where crowds float
and the trains gloat

Isn't it a hit
this Mumbai spirit?

Humdum

- By Gulzar

Mod pe dekha hai wo boodha-sa ek ped kabhi ?
Mera waqif hai, bahut salon se mein use jaanata hoon

Jab mein chhota tha to ik aam udaane ke liye
Parli deewar se kandhon pe chadha tha uske
Jaane dukhti huee kis shaakh se jaa paanv lagaa
Dhaad se phenk diya tha muje neeche usne
Meine khunnas main bahut phenke the pathar us par

Meri shaadi pe mujhe yaad hai shaakhein dekar
Meri vedi ka hawan garm kiya tha usne
Aur jab haamla thi 'Biba' to dopahar main har din
Meri biwi ki taraf kairiyan phenki thi isi ne
Waqt ke saath sabhi phool, sabhi patti gaye

Tab bhi jal jaata tha jab Munne se kehti 'Biba'
'Haan,usi ped se aaya hai tu, Ped ka phal hai'
Ab bhi jal jaata hoon. jab mod se gujarte mein kabhi
Khaanskar kehta hai, 'Kyo, Sar ke sabhi baal gaye?'

'Subah se kaat rahe hain woh Kameti wale
Mod tak jaane ki himmat nahin hoti mujhko'