At Present

 

You may have been laughing just a minute back on some really idiotic joke-not a care in the world, feeling as light as a feather. And suddenly, with that speed and randomness that your thoughts often process, the jolt of memory tugs at that remote recesses of your mind, where you had stashed the thought of that event that you anticipate.

It comes back to you...

The very carefree happiness that you were reveling in, just a couple of seconds back, is wiped clean like some internal rain sweeper working on the glass of the mind.

Yes, I am currently in that stage of life, where the wait seems to be endless.

A special acrobatic performance is being staged exclusively for my benefit and personal viewing within my tummy! And well, just the wait, the silence, the unknown outcome is just resulting in repeated shows of the performance every other hour! Don't those acrobats ever get tired? *sigh!*

To think that this became the course of my life only in recent times and that it was not even on the cards, a couple of years ago, when I wanted to take up a completely different route for things, it seems strange that, in its short stint in my existence, it has acquired such gargantuan importance.

Giving something your best shot, never quite got it for you. There was always this other element, that some people called luck and I simply call 'that something', that was required to clinch it and claim it yours. I do not know if that something is with me this time. I shall not know till the moment of reckoning arrives.

And that is what is making everything so hard to plough through!

I have wanted a lot of things in life, the self-proclaimed Lady Oliver Twist that I happen to be. But nothing has quite matched my want for this! I have so made up my mind, that I won't be able to digest it if it can't be mine. I'm scared to dream of what wonderful possibilities lie ahead if it becomes mine, and also scared to visualize what a pathetic mess I'd be if it is going to be a life without that on the cards!

I really want a seat in you! Kindly select me for the next round of interviews. I'm already going near-berserk with all the mounting tension and anticipation.

Here's wishing I'm on its academic rolls!

Godspeed to me!

(For all those who absolutely did not get this post- I've applied for my PG and desperately waiting for the results of the first round of exams. End of March is when the results are expected and I'm running out of patience! )

Jai Ho! :)

 

When the lady's fingers ripped apart the envelope in an uneven fashion, when Zack Ephron bent forward towards the mike, to declare the results, a girl, who often declared that the 'Mozart from Madras' is beyond awards, felt an anticipation and anxiety that superceded everything she has ever felt before for the happiness of someone else!

And when the words were just about to be formed, she lip read the first syllable and shrieked out in joy- ah well, everyone would have! For millions were glued to their TV sets that day- people from slums to people sipping on morning juices from while sitting in front of their Plasma TVs- for one man-A.R.Rahman!

When he did reshape the history of the land, (with a little note here and a crescendo there. Oh! And some faint triangle strains, if I may add) by becoming the first ever double-Oscar winner from India, the entire country erupted into cheers!

That moment was immensely meaningful. It not just spelt the triumph of the underdog(or Slumdog, as they call it these days), but also an awakening of sorts to the world outside of an immense storehouse of talent that is India!

For all those snooty Hollywoods(as I indulge in an occasional pardonable generalization) who claimed that talent and class was all theirs, here was our answer- "Well, my dears! We beat you at times, and how!"

For a man with a humble beginning, the struggling steps in his initial days and the immense glory that followed him once he broke into tinseltown, this Oscar was something so well-deserved. The effort, and more importantly, the humility that all his genius hides behind, definitely needs laurels far higher than any Oscar can give.

This is just the beginning, and we are glad it has begun. If there is one man whom everyone can learn from- it is Alla Rakha Rahman.

We often find fame playing dangerous games- teasing, tempting and taunting the bestowed with its tricks and making them fall prey to vices that we could never even imagine they could possess! To be a good human being despite being the best- which more often than not, all of us can't quite manage, is a magic trick, really! And Rahman has proved what a fabulous magician he is!

His speech, with his restrained composed excitement and elation, was so laced with humility and generosity, that it moved most of us who heard him.

A.R.Rahman- one wishes to give you an award that no one else could ever dream to possess- one that can just have your name and meant to have just yours!

For being one, who, with immense composure and honesty, values life and humanity, and strives to achieve glory that no other human dared to achieve; for being sincere in your efforts and kind in your actions; for giving meaning to the lives of millions of people around you through your continued hard work, and for being an exemplary inspiration to all, we confer upon you,

          Mr.Alla Rakha Rahman

the award of being the most true and honourable human being ever!

The song I'm in love with, right now... :)

To listen to a sample:

http://www.jorgedrexler.com/

click on Music/Other, 12 segundos de oscuridad album cover(it is blue)

and then the first song is the title song.

12 segundos de oscuridad
(Letra: Jorge Drexler / Música: Vitor Ramil)
Sepúlveda, 27/03/06

Gira el haz de luz
para que se vea desde alta mar.
Yo buscaba el rumbo de regreso
sin quererlo encontrar.

Pie detrás de pie
iba tras el pulso de claridad
la noche cerrada, apenas se abría,
se volvía a cerrar.

Un faro quieto nada sería
guía, mientras no deje de girar
no es la luz lo que importa en verdad
son los 12 segundos de oscuridad.

Para que se vea desde alta mar...
De poco le sirve al navegante
que no sepa esperar.

Pie detrás de pie
no hay otra manera de caminar
la noche del Cabo
revelada en un inmenso radar.

Un faro para, sólo de día,
guía, mientras no deje de girar
no es la luz lo que importa en verdad
son los 12 segundos de oscuridad.

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ENGLISH:

12 seconds in the dark
(Lyrics: Jorge Drexler / Music: Vitor Ramil)
Sepúlveda, 03/27/06

The beam of light turns
so it can be seen from the high seas.
I searched for the path of return
without meaning to find it.

One step at a time
i followed the pulse of light.
the dark night only opened up
as it was about to close again.

A still lighthouse would be nothing
it guides as long as it doesn’t stop turning
it’s not only the light that’s important actually
but it’s also the twelve seconds in the dark.

So it can be seen from the high seas...
It’s of little use to the sailor
who doesn’t know how to wait.

One step at a time
there’s no other way to walk
the night of the Cape
revealed in an immense radar.

A lighthouse ceases, only in the day,
it guides as long as it doesn’t stop turning
it’s not just the light that’s important actually
it’s also the twelve seconds in the dark.

Dear Love,

I wonder if you exist. Well, people claim you do and talk about how fabulous you really are, and how wonderful you make people feel! However, I am not, and never have been, a recipient of your kindness.

Once again, it is that time of the year when the world is painted with a graffiti of fat red hearts and where there is-what seems to us perennially-single as- an annoyingly happy air around.

What I wish to know is, why are you selective with your doses? It is not like I'm in a hurry. But I'm just, for want of a better word, curious about what the hell you are about!

You seem to make people forget the existence of others, you make people think the world belongs to just them and their beloved and you make them do such outright crazy things!

I wonder if you have even written a chapter in my life. When luck and happiness were taking turns to put pen on my pages, when sadness-once in a while-added little footnotes, did you ever manage to grab the pen and ink every page with a little lovely paragraph on your own?

I guess I shall never really find out till what everyone terms 'the moment'. Wonder if life has it or not.

But well, in this long journey, we have nothing else to do but wait for a few things.

I shall- if not to find out when, to find out who?

Cheers,

The Dreamy Dryad

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Sandhya writes...

The Dreamy Dryad is, as always, a hopeless romantic. Sensible sane me knows better than to go behind such one-day celebrations of love. Love does exist and maybe will have her own chapter written in my life somewhere. I, as such have no curiosity and all the time! :)

But, let me humour The Dreamy Dryad and publish this for old times' bonding and forever-optimism.

And to all of you love-struck, happy happy people- Happy Valentine's Day!

And to the rest of you single ones out there- Happy Valentine's Day! Today may not be, but tomorrow is yet to come! ;)

And to the true spirit of love- for everyone that forms this bright beautiful world- Love you all! :) Celebrate!!! :)