5.30 g.w. muses

It's been ages i guess since i woke up early morning.
well, got a buzz from shris at 5.15 and i was at the comp eroding my brain at 5.30.
it reminded me of college days and much before that of school days when we used to read the same chapter 15times. Guess why we did that? Maybe to remember for a long time that there are two major ways how a cell can multiply - mitosis and meiosis - it's weird i remember them - and i doubt whether the information is correct. But it's surely early morning studies that stuck those two words in my mind like a post-it note.

The fresh air - nah, the fresher air is the better description - fresh air has become a rare commodity. The scientist guys should next go for fresh air refills in rooms. hmm...
ya, so the morning air and that particular chilly smell and the chirping birds. Well, those of you who are early risers would be bored to death by this blog. But i doubt there are many - one, who read this blog, two, early risers among those few who read this blog. Well, this reminds me of another of those vernacular diagrams we used to make early mornings - sets and subsets and upturned Us and downturned Us and Es - belongs to, doesnot belong to, is a subset of ...blah blah...where have those days gone? days when you read and wrote stuff which never brought you any money. Strange days, but what lovely days.

I have never craved to see the range of himalayas upnorth from the bowl that this Kathmandu is. The clouds are here for longer and for some reason i find them thicker-impenetrable. With dashain just two weeks away, it's still raining - sad. Global Warming. and this time it's the real global warming. Not of those wayward reasons of global warming mothers give- i have a stomach ache- global warming! i use more gas to cook than i used to - must be global warming! cookies don't taste as good - g.w.!

Jokes apart, the al gore documentary was pretty powerful in driving home the message. not just the content, but the way he presents the gravity of the situation is amazing. I still remember the lift he took to reach to the peak of the graph to show the levels of pollution, and the flight over the poles to show how they are melting - and melting fast.

Anyways, enough of early morning thought processes for now - my brains already need a rest. My brain gets tired quicker than it used to - you know the reason - global warming!

pink

Long time back, I had a blog about whites.
Today it’s about pink…not all pinks…
Pink health and pink floyd kinds you know…
Not exactly pink shoes and pink lipsticks coz they are not my kind
Pink highlighters and water color tubes may be…
But not pink picture frames or pink handbags…I don’t carry them.
Pink sky is a beautiful sight definitely but a pink toothbrush will look too delicate.
We used to have an English teacher, who used pink chalk-sticks to teach us,
And another one who used to treat us with pink strawberry ice-creams…not that it is my favorite flavor…
Sweet pink and dazzling pinks are different - one is like a soothing hot water bath and the other like prickly cold water bath.
Pink are flowers –naturally beautiful, not like black – unfriendly and dark.
Pink are open and friendly – could never hide a secret or conspire against anyone.
Pink t-shirts are a lovely sight…got a gift recently by a pink personality – the kinds that are open and friendly, wise and beautiful, fair and nice, sweet and good.
Pink are for love. Pink’s for friendship. Pink’s for soft. Pink’s for girls – you know the kind – pink for girls, blue for boys…blah blah…
Pink transparent file folders.
Pink ink would be weird nah…unless it’s amongst the legally blond type pink girls..who used pink laptops and pink feathery caps and pink strap around their poodles.
Pink remind of few people. Pink reminds me of cuteness. It reminds me of the scores of pink sarees and pink kurta-salwar and pink nice shoes. And pink sneakers and pink ball point pens and pink erasers and pink five rupee note and pink J-lo shades and pink lipstick stain on a wine glass. Pink nail polish, pink nose on a smiley. Pink is a rare color, coz beautiful is rare, coz freshness is rare, coz innocence is rare.
Pink is smile. Pink is passion. Oh, this reminded me of the aerosmith song…and pink is not even a question…and pink when I turn out the lights… oh ya that sexy song in his sexy voice. Pink, jinx, links, ink, kinks, sinks…
Incidentally I am wearing a dirty pink cotton full t-shirt with a v-neck at the moment, it’s a year old now, vid? She got a grey one – ditto. And we went for bright pink saree shopping last week… and mom wanted to make a gold ring with a light pink watery semi-precious stone embedded, and shris and I got pink cutie cutie slight high heeled shoes…
So pink is not that widely found…not that rare kinds either...it is there..has always been there..and will always be there...like your good old friends..you think you've lost them..but it's only until you find them...right behind you...all through.

Heartshaped box

well well well...
it's been a long time... seems like love has taken it's toll ;)
feeling in love...loving n feel...
jumble of wor(l)ds... ;)

thinking about your (the) loved one gives a-tinge-of-happiness-a-tinge-of-skepticism-n-loads-of-smiles-on-your-face... :) :) :)
being vocal about 'Love' has always been 'uncomfortable' to me...and nothing has changed...
talking about vague, roundabout, 'tending to philosophy' topics has been my comfort zone and maybe it always will be....
but change is the necessity of life...and i believe we all are changing...and yes, definitely me... i am up for it. I'd register twice if someone opened up a 'change univ'.

having the right balance of thoughts, feelings and love for each other might be the trick of it...
sharing your emotions could be the trick of it...
just falling for each other desperately could be the trick of it...
hmm... but what is it exactly is the question... and we all wish we knew the logic behind that smile...that unflinching twist of pain and that uncontrollable twinkle in the eye when we think of a person... but lo! this is one zone where the logic radar goes bust and just swirl around at no particular direction...
here, i fall in love...
and rise in love i do.
there you give me a smile...
and i smile the same back to you.
distances apart we think of you,
miles away we wish...
hold my hand and let us dance...
to the tune in heart that rings.

well well well...
don't know where that came from...
anyways, here's to all the love skeptics in the world...
Just do it! Tick.