How weird am I?

You Are 50% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird... But too damn weird to do anything about it!

How Weird Are You?

Bombay meri jaan

i am sure this is what all us bombayites feel.. so far away from home, trying to carve a niche in some alien country. Bombay, waking up with the tweetering of sparrows and cawing of crows... suprprisingly i miss the crows. i never thought i would, them being so absolutely filthy, with a piece of some dead creature in their mouth perched on your window sill and cawing away. but i do miss them. i miss everything that is bombay right down to the smells. the first thing you notice when you deboard the flight at the international airport is the smell, hitting you hard and letting you know that you're home. i miss the crisp mornings where you felt like waking up and doing something with your day, the salty air at juhu beach and queen's necklace at marine drive; the trains packed to more than 10 times their capacity, the stench of dead fish in the 2nd class compartments... i miss all of that. the eunuchs at the traffic lights and juhu beach and the look on my mother's face when she saw them coming. hehe. my mother was never scared of anything but was absolutely terrified of them :D... getting wet in the rain :) tea at the stalls... roadside dosas and pani puris....mmmmmmm...... no sense of organized traffic.... absolute chaos and engulfed in all that- home sweet home.

"shola hai, ya hai bijuria
dil ki bajaria- bumbai nagaria"

Then...

Love at First Sight

They're both convinced that a sudden passion joined them.Such certainty is beautiful,but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they'd never met before, they're surethat there'd been nothing between them.But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways --perhaps they've passed each other a million times?

I want to ask themif they don't remember --a moment face to facein some revolving door?perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?but I know the answer.No, they don't rememberThey'd be amazed to hearthat Chance has been toying with themnow for years.

Not quite ready yetto become their Destiny,it pushed them close, drove them apart,it barred their path,stifling a laugh,and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,even if they couldn't read them yet.Perhaps three years agoor just last Tuesdaya certain leaf flutteredfrom one shoulder to another?Something was dropped and then picked up.Who knows, maybe the ball that vanishedinto childhood's thicket?

There were doorknobs and doorbellswhere one touch had covered anotherbeforehand.Suitcases checked and standing side by side.One night, perhaps, the same dream,grown hazy by morning.

Every beginningis only a sequel, after all,and the book of eventsis always open halfway through.

~ Wislawa Szymborska ~

tonite

tonite i sat down to put some thoughts to words.... but when my fingers touched the keyboard, my thoughts vanished like smoke from an elegant brass pipe. ....leaving just an aftertaste and sickly sweet smell...

A Special World (just for you and me)

dedicated to the one person in my life i would die for a thousand times..... no matter how much we may differ in our beliefs, just wanted to let you know -


A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

by Sheelagh Lennon