Jack's gone, to a better place.

King of pop as he was rightly called was the winner of 13 Grammys, and the son in law of Elvis Presley (one of his marriages was to Lisa Marie Presley). MJ's gone, to a much better place, cos the earth wasn't in his favor since 2001. He was in and out of controversies. I liked him before he experimented with vitiligo and later. I loved "Bad" and "Dangerous" beyond words. Scream by he and sister Janet Jackson was definitely a shout of their feelings.

I liked him in my own way. But, just that it was hard to see talent and controversies apart. To me, they were chapters of the same book. They were never two books. When I had to finally judge the book, I had to judge it on the whole. [Exempli gratia - Eddie Murphy, who had his shares of ugly linen]

When acquaintances who disliked KOP flood messages of RIP, how sad they feel that a talent is lost and how fanatical fans they were, it makes me remind of the books "The Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger" or "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, Mark Haddon" wherein faking was abhorred.

When you have decided to like someone whole-heartedly, love them. Cos you never know when they're not gonna be around. There's absolutely no point in loving them later. This goes for celebs as well as your loved ones back home. Tsk Tsk.

Alchemist-quote doest work!

Last three weeks have been SO packed up that many a time I almost forgot to breathe. Every day was as special as it could be, birthdays to wedding; ahem squeeze my day between them. Nita's reception was fab, food was fab square. Dad's birthday was AS special AS always! (shhh... keep it to yourself - dad hardly seems to be aging). Then came Magss result which had all of us smiling! Couple em with Jai's mehendi-reception-marriage which set three of my days super packed. It was AMAZING! Especially to catch up with the girls after an eternity :D

After all the hopping around, I was down with hay-fever... of course got over it after popping anti-histamines. This Saturday was a MEGA washing day, which left poor me running upstairs and downstairs with buckets of clothes :|

Finally I was breathing at a normal pace yesterday. All of a sudden, I had to remind myself of Paulo Coelho. Maams came home with wet dough packets, which he had apparently left in the bike. I was asked to pick them up. I did an excellent job of breaking the strings and dropping the WHOLE packet of wet dough on the portico. Not to forget, it was 10.30 PM. Later, did amends by washing the whole area. Phew. It was SO disgusting. MAN!!! Why can't one breathe???

When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.

I certainly did not want to finish my day like that.

Irrelevant Sequence

I was angry.
He was busy.
I eased my tension with an sms.
His eyes were intense and calm.
I had butterflies in my stomach.
Wonder what happened there?
I heard laughter.
They had me talking.
I was thinking before I talk.
He had to deliver lines.
There were humorous initiators!
Banquet was laid.
I bade goodbye.
End of Act I

I called up.
He was busy.
He called up.
I spoke it all.
His voice was intense and calm.
End of Act II




The Typical "he"
The Special "he"
The Lovable "he"





signed
07.06.09