Photographic Memories

i was going through some old photos. and imagining what if i were there now. i am a different me now, so what if i walked into that pic. i decide it would be good fun, more of less. i guess certain ones i would rather avoid..
they say most things you do in life you do because you enjoyed it at some point in time. so there is no point complaining now. is there.
hmm.. leme see about these ten pics ..
1. A pic of about 10-11 guys gorgin on one f the inhouse gorging days at one of the 'bachelor' dens i stayed in Abu Dhabi: well, to start with there is KFC, pepsi, lots of alcohol. certain guys i dont mind drinking with, yeah, this one gets a pass; i would walk into it. i am sure i would get certain of those barbs i missed then, and yeah i can pass a few back
2. Burj-al-Arab in the back, beach, sunset.. in the view: i can remember me and Chirac were there. it was perhaps the first year in Dubai. First year since i left my home. 20 year old and rather over-awed by life. frustrated hormone driven. Hmm.. it was a beautiful time, every day was novel, colourful when seen in fast forwarded memories. yeah, i would definitely step in now, there is so much to do, to see.
3. Sister, Isaac (1) and Samuel (2): Rekha wants the perfect shot, and i am jobless. i think i was working in Dubai and had driven (taxied i.e) down to Abu Dhabi on an off day to see them. i loved the kids, when they were that age, i love them now. Cant wait to go and see them on 17th.
4. Outside Marina Mall: Primary Workplace.. Secondary Home, Social hangout, Kitchen. Must have spent awful amiounts of time there. no, i dont want to step in. Oh yeah, there was Sharon there. hmm. no, no thanks.
5. General Mall'ing with Rekha and Family: Couple of people in retail meant lots of interest in malls. Was lonely period too, in Abu Dhabi. I liked going with them then, am not sure i want to be in now. memories are nice though.
6. Us in some Club: Cant see who all are there. But, hmm. must have been fun. yeah, considering i am sitting alone in my room, on a saturday night.. sure thing
7. Desert Safari, sands all around,me in the front seat of a LandCruiser: sunny and fun. A Stomach churning drive through the desert, nice company. arabic belly dancing. Sand bikes. Aarabic Grilled chicken and daaru. Yeah babe, count me in!
8. Office Party in Copa Cabana: Well, so we achieved an amazing target and we get treated to dinner, and a T-Shirt. oh yeah, a MontBlanc watch. but there was so much kissing up to the CEO, and who feels comfortable when all the bosses are there. it was BORING. no.
9. Abu Dhabi Golf tournament: WoW, 4 days in at the Abu Dhabi Golf Club. the food, the drink and the 'SIGHTS'. Yes.
10. Pakistan India Final in Sharjah: INDIA WON! yes.

Bag is mine

who packed me bags, i do like to do it myself. I fancy it new and colourful, a pretty package definitely; but my squashy nose, rash hair and constant twitch in the neck were all pre packed, DNAs and whatever else my parents bestowed on me. so large bones were packed in by the fish and calcium sandoz tablets mom fed me for 'strong bones'. the "more than we can actually afford" school was neatly folded in by dad. Even as i'd rather quetly acknowledge these, i blow my trumpets elsewhere. the belief systems, faith in a religion, in God, morals and ethics i believe i have, well, those too were packed by family, bags handed over by parents and parents of parents. parents of parents of parents. so, on reflection, the bags actually look older now, handed over genereation to next. yet, they are a handsom lot.yet these bags have in them a few things that none else packed in. me exist, oh those in the corner, experience, the happiness i chesish, the sadnes i keep packed up, those i packed. i need to repack and look again at what excess baggage i carry around, what hangs so heavy around my neck. pull out some of those more interesting things from somewhere within, to be able to listen to what happens around, to feel the rush again, to actually get high, to feel like first time this time too.

"Leave Out All The Rest" Linkin Park

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared

After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made

I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

;)

Anyone Else But You (The Moldy Peaches)

Soundtrack: Juno - damn nice for a movie soundtrack..

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du dududu dududu du dududu
Du dududu dududu du dududu
I don't see what anypne can see, in anyone else
But you

is blind

"in her elusiveness, like a thought that presents itself to consciousness and vanishes before it can be captured by words, lay her peculiar charm"

all the things we did

unassuming and unexpected

colours like the rainbows

memories that break into smiles

happines in feelings yet unexplored

i call it the unbelievable lightnes of being