Shadows of a Bright Moonlight - Vishnu
Why do you be so conscious when you look me in the eyes,If I've done something to you that's made you feel so shy
You told me you'd always be there for losing you'd nothing to fear
Is there reason a for me feel so insecure
Maybe your love for, me is not for sure
If this is not true then....
Why do I feel so lonely tonight
Without you in my arms
Without you by side
Why do I feel so lonely tonight
When I look to the sky, waving goodbye
Why do I feel I’ll lose you for life
Coz you hide yourself in the shadows of the bright moonlight.
Come to me when I call your name
Hold me tight when I cry in pain
Help me stand and help me fly you’re the mist of the sky
Tell me the truth that answers the lie
Maybe your love for me is not for sure
If this is not true then...
Why do I feel so lonely tonight
Without you in my arms
Without you by side
Why do I feel so lonely tonight
When I look to the sky, waving goodbye
Why do I feel I’ll lose you for life
Coz you hide yourself in the shadows of the bright moonlight.
Why do I feel so lonely tonight
Without you in my arms
Without you by side
Why do I feel so lonely tonight
When I look to the sky, waving goodbye
Why do I feel I’ll lose you for life
Coz you hide yourself in the shadows of the bright moonlight.
This is my good deed for the day. I was listening to the song, and I wanted to read the lyrics. For once google was no help. So, I jotted down what I think I heard. If there are any corrections, please let me know.
-- Thanks Shruti for always recommending great music.
Dwarfed
I never noticed that I was actually visible in this snap.. just did :) Wasn't meant to be I guess.. So here we are, DJ and I, dwarfed by the Architect of the universe.
As far as I can remember, DJ was chaining his bicycle to a stand, and Uday was enjoying the view.. and i was.. well.. enjoying the pulse of the city...
My first blog post...
I recently found this written on a piece of paper. I can't remember when or why I wrote it. Must have had an interesting meeting with someone for sure ;) Read on...Writing a blog can be a difficult exercise, especially when you sit down to write your first article and really want to make a good impression.
There are times, when after meeting someone, you feel as if you very extremely vociferous, and don’t even remember the other person speaking. I personally feel like a complete doof at such times. Unfortunately, I completely fail to check myself when I’m actually in action, blabbering away. Its only when you are departing and think of something nice to say, “It was nice talking to you”.. maybe.. Hardly. I was talking to my self all the time, oh no, I didn’t let him/her speak at all. Yes, this is the time it sets in. You didn’t let them speak. So now I slip into self evaluation mode.
I frantically try to recall the entire meeting, scouring my 4 bit memory for traces of what they may have said, and strangely, somehow, when in this mode, your memory will almost always fail you. So now you start thinking of plausible explanations for having spoken as much as you have.
Is it fair to assume that they were so interested that they did not want to interrupt, or were they thinking.. God this guy is so vain, he just cant stop talking..
Labels: Communication, Life, People, Thought
Horrific Blues
If any of you ever wondered what a stereotypical "Chandni Bar" would look like, please visit "Pacific Blues" in Noida. Its missing the bar girls, obviously. This is where we went to celebrate Life, Universe and Everything a couple of weeks ago, and ended up laughing at the rowdy lot on the dance floor more than anything.
The first thing that strikes you about this pub is the lack of girls. Now, a bunch of guys admittedly never gets admission into a pub with an abundance (if such a pub exists) of females, but this one weirdly has almost none. All over the place fat bastards were lying around drunk, enjoying the crowd hooting and cheering to "gud naal ishq mitha" playing on the dance floor above.
The narrow staircase leads into a spartan blue lit area with a bar in one corner, metallic furniture everywhere, a metal staircase leading up to the "restricted" dance floor and funny sparkly drapes in places that lend a eerie-gaudy look to the place.
We were completely comfortable and at home to say the least :) and had a rather good time. My desire to go and dance like in the college Jam sessions went unfulfilled though. We never got drunk enough to come to terms with the rotten music the DJ was playing, or rather the rotten music the rotten DJ was playing..
Devil's Mobile
I like taking pictures of peculiar numbers in the odometer. Milestones normally, but then this one was rather devilish :)
Lucky devil..hmm... maybe shud'v taken that one at 007666... bond-devil...
Cafeteria Mayhem
This seems to be the cleverest way the cafeteria people at office could have gotten back at us. Subtle, nice.... :)Labels: Humor
