Thursday, January 31, 2008

I thought I had met mine earlier. I guess I never truly understood the meaning of the term. Now when I look back and think about it, that was not the one... this was the one... this is the one!!

However, I now believe that I cannot not meet mine again. It is meant to happen.

Sleep.

Anyone who knows me knows that I love to sleep. Yet I never wanted to sleep that night. And I never did. Really don't know how I did that presentation that day.

Rain.

You know, I don't like the rain so much. Especially when you gotta get somewhere. Yet I have never loved the rain more than that day. Maybe it's the october rains in Melbourne. I don't know.
The way it just kissed your body as it fell from the sky on its way down to the soft earth. And then there's Bearr.

So as I was saying, I just like the rain so much.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

I have a dream.

I had this weird dream last night.

It was of this church - a white one with a bell in the steeple. It stood on this huge empty ground, with these pillars a couple of meters away from it. And around these pillars were these Gujjus, praying or wailing or something like that.

Anways, I just wanted to figure out what it all meant and does a church like that exist. I was just talking to my friend and mentioned my dream. I was googling too with "white church" as the search query. It just struck me where I had a similar church like that. I go to YouTube and put in November Rain. And there it is - a thumbnail of one of Slash's famous solos on video. It looked like the same freakin' church from my dream.



So I just told this to my friend asking for some kind of meaning to it all. Well, her interpretation did have some meaning.

It is with what has happened to me and what the "November Rain" video is all about. There were some kinda similarities. She couldn't figure out the Gujju part of it. I then had to came up with some kind of explanation. There's a large community of Gujjus in Borivali and I guess I wanted to so badly be there. And their praying might be something to do with I.C. Church.

Maybe, it was some freakish dream that was not meant to mean anything. But then...

5 Days.

Oct 17-22 '07 will always be the most happiest days of my life. No one can take those moments from me.

5 Days. Yet 5 million moments.

dd/mm/yy

2007:
   -June 16
   -July 16
   -Aug 16
   -Sep 25
   -Oct 17-22
   -Dec 13

2008:
   -Jan 21
   -Jan 25
   -Jan 28

Hope.

I have this weird hope in me. Not that I want to hope but just I do. It is not supposed to end this way. Not like this. Don't know why but just do.

As Andy once said, "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."

B's Songs

  • Everything by Lifehouse
  • Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
  • All I Need by Mat Kearney
  • Big As The Sky by A.M. Sixty
  • Everything by Michael BublĂ©
  • Apologize by One Republic feat. Timabaland
  • Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park
  • Everybody by Keith Urban
  • Tere Sawalon Ke from the movie Manorama
  • Maa from the movie Taare Zameen Par
  • Taare Zameen Par from the movie Taare Zameen Par
  • Woh Bheege Pal from the movie Manorama
  • Call and Answer by Barenaked Ladies
  • Show You Love by Jars of Clay
  • The K Song by Adassa
  • Sick Cycle Carousel by Lifehouse
  • How We Operate by Gomez
  • The City by Joe Purdy
  • Light and Day by The Polyphonic Spree
  • She's by Ryan Cabrera
  • Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
  • When I Look To The Sky by Train
  • Kahan Ho Tum by Bombay Vikings
  • Jashn-e-Baharaa from the movie Jodhaa Akbar

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Bearr is...

my ears for my music.
my eyes for my movies.
my laughter for my jokes.
my smile for my frown.
my happiness for my sadness.
my m for my s.

forever.

Goodbye Bearr.

Typical of me, I am here when life has thrown another curve ball at me. I donno if I have been struck out. I guess I can choose to hit it.

These past 7 months have been beautiful for me. I have no regrets over how things have turned out. Guess it was meant to be. To have experienced it. To have met Bearr. To have shared what we did.

But for the "dor" to be broken is what kills me. "Everything" kills me. The music. The talks. Cannot put it all in words.

I don't know how I will move on from my SM.