White Satin

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.

'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through,
They can't understand.

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,

And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.

'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Music touches your soul, they say. But the shock of it sometimes takes your breath away. A few lyrics bring back memories that the girl thought were, well, buried. But the Dark Shadows never truly go away, do they? The only good part is that the shadows affirm the presence of light. The girl can live with that.

The classic by The Moody Blues: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9muzyOd4Lh8

WMD

For about the first 15 days of it's existence, this post stayed blank.


Was it intentional? Hell no. It was the power of the WMD, against which the girl could not do much. True story.


The girl thinks that we all have people with "special" gifts in our lives. A belief reconfirmed when she met the WMD, who was a friend's friend's new roommate. Fast forward a year, and the old labels mean nothing. In any case, the only labels the girl needs are the ones that say "Keep Walking". 


Years ago, the girl thinks, somewhere in India (and continuing in Amreeka), Bollywood drama played out for real. Twins, separated at birth, meeting in a foreign land, etc. How else could you explain the connection between the girl and the WMD? Lusting over Alcide together, we discovered a common love for randomness. And spooning. Also, food, wine, her mom's filter kaapi and books. WMD also happens to like chai the way the girl makes it (win!). There is also the creepy hands project and the eerily similar world views. Live, Love, Laugh works for both. Umm, you don't get? We don't care.


But why WMD, you ask? Because this chick is THE electronic device nightmare. The grim reaper of the chip world. Laptops die, phones flutter and go off, labs put up notices declaring it illegal for her to touch the instruments. Blog posts disappear. 
Until they reappear, when the girl feels less lazy.


Go be crazy, soul sister. We are an endangered species.

The WMD. Always Inspiring Confidence.

Loony tunes

As it happens, I did go out for Valentine's Day. Yes indeed.
Minus the romance. All we wanted to do was the girly stuff. Eat. Drink. Gossip. Bitch. Diss men. The usual.

But the server thought differently. Our sushi arrived with a special touch of love.

A little carrot heart. We looked around, none of the other tables had a heart prettying up their tables. Our server was either:

• A proponent of equal rights for all (yay!), or
• Taking pity on the two girls out for dinner with each other.

In any case, it made our dinner extra special n' oh so so cute!

Then I came home and made tender love to my cup of coffee and a warm banana chocolate chip cookie. Satisfaction. 

Guaranteed. 

Time after time

Three years ago, there would have been a Facebook wall post saying "Happy Birthday!"
PS: I went back and checked. Oops. Let's start again.
--

Three years ago, there was not even a Facebook wall post saying "Happy Birthday!"

Three years (or two and a half, if you want to be precise) seems a long time ago. The words remain the same, but meaning is deeper, richer, like good extra dark chocolate. More complex, like a bottle of mature Malbec. Sweet, like those pancakes.

Happy Birthday, Bestie.

I have no clue if its going to be all smooth sailing ahead (probably not), but I promise to share my lifeboat with you when choppy waters hit.

And then, we will go get drunk, dance, make merry and be gay.

"You know you are mad and I still love you. I hate to love you" 

~ Bestie.

Flashbacks of awesomeness!

January - Happy 2011 start in India.
February - Birthday parties. Lots of.
March - Skydiving. Enough said.
April - Grad party. More stress than I needed. Almost over.
May - Graduation. Vegas. Alaska.
June - Bye bye Miss AK. Washington DC. NYC.
July - Boston and alcohol with my fav men.
September - Miss AK is back for a visit!
October - Niagara! Thank you bestie and Miss AK.
November- San Francisco. KP and piggyback rides. Roomie time. Cooking TG dinner with friends.
December - Portland. Christmas. Seattle. Food, nature, friends, cold.

Welcoming 2012 with people me hearts. Priceless.

Splenda-h!

If emotions had a taste, I went through the entire spectrum last week. Sweet, sour, bitter, salty and umami (I think umami fits better than the traditional pungent, bear with me). The week started off as vanilla as possible - coffee, sandwich, muffin. Yay! Meetings, readings, assessments. And then, boom.

Unexpected news. Bitter. Sour. Salty.

The thing about unpleasant situations is that, if you are lucky, you find something sweet. I am lucky. My savior(s) came in, swooped me away and gave me not a free minute to mope around. In the truest sense of the word, शान्ति .

That, and food, and shopping and some MI4 action, all combine together, and leave me with umami. Somewhat impossible to describe, but overall pleasant.

PS: If you are wondering whats with the Splenda, its a story about how the girl woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. Oh-so-good-looking pancakes. Mmm. One bite of those fluffy pancakes, and the world went boom again. But bestie's sweetness showed through even those bitter pancakes, and the cake later in the night more than made up for the Splend-id disaster. Overall, umami.

:)

Let it be!

Why write?

a) It takes me to my happy place.
b) It makes me focus on the writing and not other random thoughts.
c) There is nothing left on TV to see.
d) All of the above.

Any guesses on which option I would choose as my answer tonight? 

The only hurdle being, that my brain refused to focus. 

So I went poking around for some inspiration. Found it in my chat history logs. A few days ago, I was talking to a friend and telling her to define "boundaries" between the things she can help, and the things she cannot. In the true spirit of '(don't) practice what you preach,' I was doing exactly what I grandly advised her not to.

While writing this, I am making an attempt to internalize my own advice, trying to weigh if the fight is worth the person, or am I just losing myself, to myself, in the battle? Answer (and the same as before) - A fight against indifference is not worth my time. Thank you brain, for at least being consistent!

Reflection is sometimes good for the soul. Closure definitely is. And so, about a year after I originally posted the Serenity Prayer, I look back and read it with renewed interest. 

"God, give us grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other.


Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as He did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,
Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next."

In a year, so much changes, yet so little actually changes.
Let it go. Let it be.