temptations strong...

It just amazing how I have grown to love the rains… its lashing, pouring cats and dogs and lions and elephant – this evening in Bangalore….. oooohhhh lovely oh lovely… a hot cup of Yellow Label tea, Bean bag comfort, my balcony covered with glass windows, one broad pane open, a potted plant flaying its flimsy branches thankful for the water – I sit and watch this caressing wonder of the rains and the winds.

Elton John… listening to him after a long long time… he is a good company and is setting up the occasion I must tell you…. Wish I was not so alone in this huge house…. All guys gone out for the weekend and I am still here…. Maybe I am turning to my blog because of that… this is not an article, or an observational essay or something like that… this is just a declaration of my feelings at this moment, for want of company or someone to talk to…. Hmmmm….ok continuing my flow of thoughts…. Maybe I should grab a book or something… but the light is too weak and I don’t want to put on the tubelights inside the house… like the natural light to read….

Earlier on the thunder and lightning was so bad that I was almost scared. Went to the terrace and closed all the doors and windows of the private terrace. They were making a racket.. that’s when I got those huge drops on my body… didn’t feel that great… but suddenly the winds came on and the big drops seem to have broken up into millions of ‘shower-drops’. And suddenly I enjoyed being there on top of the building in my shorts only and having the full force of the rains on to my body… felt the adrenaline rush when I climbed up the tank and stood there watching the view, with thunder and lightening in the foreground…. Wwwwwwooooohooooo awesome….. got totally wet to my lungs and then climbed down gingerly….. wheeeeee….. now sitting in the bean bag after drying myself and with this hot cuppa, I feel wonderful..

Wonder how good it would have been, if… if ever…. ….. ……

Paaaaaahhhhh….. anyways if , the ifs and buts were pots and pans, all we would have had is lots of noise. Hmmmm…. We always say how good it is here and then say it would have been better if… arrre leave it brother… no point…. Just enjoy the tea and get back to your reading…. Or just sleep off on the bean bag….aaaaahhhh now that’s a thought… never among the ones to sleep much in the day, its tempting today just to close my eyes and lie here on the bean bag…. Maybe keep this laptop away, let the soft music flow, and close my eyes… aaahhh, closing of the eyes… that moment when the two eyelashes meet….. that amazing instant… oh…. Tempting… here I come oh sleep… take me too with you !!

Airplanes

Mightily impressed with the lyrics of a new song called Airplanes....check it out, especiall the airplanes' analogy to shooting stars !! wow !! :-)

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now


Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
Cause after all the partying, the smashin' and crashin'
And all the glips and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance

So airplane, airplane sorry I'm late
I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that, then I switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

Somebody take me back to the days
Before this was a job
Before I got payed
Before it ever matter what I had in my bank
Yeah, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway
And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it
But now a days we rappin' in state relevant
I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes, then
maybe oh maybe I'd go back to the days
Before the politics that we called a rap game
And back when ain't nobody listened to my mix tape
And back before I tried to cover up my slang
But this is for Decatur what's up Bobby Ray
So can I get a wish, to end the politics
And get back to the music that started this shit
So here I stand and then again I say
I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplanes

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

- Lyrics by Jeremy Dussolliet & Tim Sommers