He asked me for a dance
I jumped with a 'yes'...
Staring at me
Singing a song,
(A song out of tune)
He asked me for my hand
My hand I gave..
Holding it tight
Closing his eyes,
(Eyes so black)
He asked me for a kiss
A kiss he took..
Saying words of love
Devoting his strength,
(Strength so fragrant)
He asked for my name
My name I whispered..
Repeating the name
Making music,
(Music so calm)
He asked for silence
Silence came along..
Talking with his eyes
Swaying me away
(A sway so enchanting)
He asked me to stop
My steps slowed down..
Stealing my eyes
Stealing my life,
(A life not forgotten)
He asked me let go
I opened up my arms..
Setting free
Crying a tear,
(A tear bitter)
He asked for a goodbye
Goodbye it was..
Walking away away
Not looking back,
(A look I longed)
I asked him why
His glance answered for him,
We were different people two
Only similar in the melodies within..
(Melodies that turned into memories new)
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Roll-a-thon
A little bit of rain
Some excitement,
Some embarassment,
And a whole lot of muscle pain...
A twist of fate
Some cheers,
Some prizes,
And an animated seasoning to taste..
...yeps that was the weekend for me!
Went for my first ever midnight roller blading and boy! was it fun! 4 hours of knee strapping ankle straining adventure:) and the best part..this was just the beginning..
Perfect 10 98.7 organised a midnight skating event at East coast park and needless to say I was there! buzzing with enthusiasm..all geared up for an adrenalin rush. From a dance on the skates, and I mean literally grooving to the tunes, to crazily flinging my arms everywhere and participating in the various competitions being held..I couldn't hide even if I'd wanted to! All the known faces of the DJ/RJ world were present in flesh and blood..there were strings and strings of skaters showing off their mind-blowing skills, loud quality music, laughter resounding the atmosphere of the moist saturday evening..and a festive feel to it all..
For me it beckoned the 'season to be jolly'...awoke the inner 'red'...and re-invented my concept of a holiday...and people...and I didn't feel I was alone for a second...
After debating and rebuttling (looking at the weather) in my mind all day, feeling tempted to forego the challenge for an evening of movie with some friends and blaming it on the rain all the while, I finally did gather my skates and get a taste of it..and it tasted good..real good...save the aching body after the night, the stiff ankles from the insane amount of time I spent "rolling" around and the detailed disection of my name..no one got it right, most made me repeat it a trillion times..and those who did, found it had an uncanny resemblance to the name of the chinese actress 'shu-qi', which was enough to trigger the humour!..ah well...it's lucky I live for humour..
All in all it was something I'm glad I went for.
What's next?..I will be surfing the roads of Singapore and painting them red with my wheels come December..with 119 other partners in crime..tired? Nah not me!
..do remind me to change my name before that though..
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Yes Boss!
I was cribbing about my work this morning..and it had nothing to do with the excruciating muscle pains (thanks to the famous TBT classes) or the lousy non-stop rain or even the disturbed sleep I had with my phone constantly buzzing bringing news of my insomniatic friends! Nopes, it was none of this...it was purely work...
The boredom that you face even when you are very busy is hard to explain. It's when you feel like a snack right after lunch and sneak out in the middle of a conference call leaving the speaker on mute! Yes, now that's being purely careless about work...or should I say living on the edge!
One such story is mine. The gym in the morning which many dread is what I look forward to most. It not only keeps me awake and perky during the mundane tasks all through the day, but also rejuvinates me first thing in the morning! Who would have thought the best looking people of the world chose the same time as me, to work out everyday *grin*..ah! well the simple pleasures of life..So yes back to work. Work isn't what I would call boring. It's enough to keep me occupied, and even poses certain challenges..but at some point or the other I just feel dry....(also coz i'm indoors all day while it pours cats and dogs all week long!). Jokes apart, I am not tired of working life, I am tired of the fact that this life presents you with no more than a desk and a computer, a few laughs with colleagues, a hell lot of drinking nights and yes...an opportunity to "be professional"...
Whatever happened to out-of-the box ideas not only being reserved for interview rooms and assessment centers? I need an adrenalin rush every second day (if not everyday) and something to keep me on my toes. In the simplest of words, I want to LIVE and not just survive! Work should but only be a part of the entire existence..isn't it? I do agree that a career is important but what do you do with the rest of your life? Surely I can't die with a mouse in one hand, at a moment when I was just about to save some changes to the proposal I made, and the only thought afterwards haunting me in my grave would be "Drat! I should've saved it at regular intervals!". Well now that would not only be a sad ending, it would be a disaster!
So yes, I was (and still am) cribbing about work. Frankly, who doesn't? After a trillion discussions (which go around in circles obviously) about the same thing, listening to stories of accomplishments, pride and those of utmost misery from the people who have taken the deadly plunge into the working world, I realised that it's a norm to complain...and it's nor 'normal' if you actually enjoy your work...
There are several professions which seem "my type" and I always 'think and plan' of taking the risk and start over. This sprouts specially from the fact that the minute I mention I'm with a bank people start asking me about the exchanges rates of the day! I mean which part of the word "Bank"don't they understand..doesn't similar to a money changer to me from any angle! As for the other professions...where should I start. I make up my mind, decide on something, then come across a new offer, think again, decide again till the story repeats. Something more glamorous becomes 'this is definitely me'. Any person doing well in at a out-of-the-ordinary job (and actually sounding satisfied) creates a sudded attration for me to give it a try and I find myself obsessively surfing the web and uploading my resume at places. Then there are warm, quiet weekends when I feel life can only get as good as this and I will make the best of what I have, be a value add to what I'm doing and I'm sure one day it'll be my job! Yeah right!..
Well the flip side being of all this lies in reality..reality of working up every morning and groaning that it's another working day... the reality that your next door neighbour gets home 22 minutes before you ever can...the reality of even being able to dream of a long enough lunch break to buy yourself that perfect pair of earings from the nearby mall..the reality of sneaking in a coffee break at 4pm only to return and find a very angry set of emails staring at you..the reality of realising that every job other than your own is in bloom..is perfect..worth trying..all flower and perfume...
..till it becomes your own job...
..the reality of working life...is in realising that it must be done..
The boredom that you face even when you are very busy is hard to explain. It's when you feel like a snack right after lunch and sneak out in the middle of a conference call leaving the speaker on mute! Yes, now that's being purely careless about work...or should I say living on the edge!
One such story is mine. The gym in the morning which many dread is what I look forward to most. It not only keeps me awake and perky during the mundane tasks all through the day, but also rejuvinates me first thing in the morning! Who would have thought the best looking people of the world chose the same time as me, to work out everyday *grin*..ah! well the simple pleasures of life..So yes back to work. Work isn't what I would call boring. It's enough to keep me occupied, and even poses certain challenges..but at some point or the other I just feel dry....(also coz i'm indoors all day while it pours cats and dogs all week long!). Jokes apart, I am not tired of working life, I am tired of the fact that this life presents you with no more than a desk and a computer, a few laughs with colleagues, a hell lot of drinking nights and yes...an opportunity to "be professional"...
Whatever happened to out-of-the box ideas not only being reserved for interview rooms and assessment centers? I need an adrenalin rush every second day (if not everyday) and something to keep me on my toes. In the simplest of words, I want to LIVE and not just survive! Work should but only be a part of the entire existence..isn't it? I do agree that a career is important but what do you do with the rest of your life? Surely I can't die with a mouse in one hand, at a moment when I was just about to save some changes to the proposal I made, and the only thought afterwards haunting me in my grave would be "Drat! I should've saved it at regular intervals!". Well now that would not only be a sad ending, it would be a disaster!
So yes, I was (and still am) cribbing about work. Frankly, who doesn't? After a trillion discussions (which go around in circles obviously) about the same thing, listening to stories of accomplishments, pride and those of utmost misery from the people who have taken the deadly plunge into the working world, I realised that it's a norm to complain...and it's nor 'normal' if you actually enjoy your work...
There are several professions which seem "my type" and I always 'think and plan' of taking the risk and start over. This sprouts specially from the fact that the minute I mention I'm with a bank people start asking me about the exchanges rates of the day! I mean which part of the word "Bank"don't they understand..doesn't similar to a money changer to me from any angle! As for the other professions...where should I start. I make up my mind, decide on something, then come across a new offer, think again, decide again till the story repeats. Something more glamorous becomes 'this is definitely me'. Any person doing well in at a out-of-the-ordinary job (and actually sounding satisfied) creates a sudded attration for me to give it a try and I find myself obsessively surfing the web and uploading my resume at places. Then there are warm, quiet weekends when I feel life can only get as good as this and I will make the best of what I have, be a value add to what I'm doing and I'm sure one day it'll be my job! Yeah right!..
Well the flip side being of all this lies in reality..reality of working up every morning and groaning that it's another working day... the reality that your next door neighbour gets home 22 minutes before you ever can...the reality of even being able to dream of a long enough lunch break to buy yourself that perfect pair of earings from the nearby mall..the reality of sneaking in a coffee break at 4pm only to return and find a very angry set of emails staring at you..the reality of realising that every job other than your own is in bloom..is perfect..worth trying..all flower and perfume...
..till it becomes your own job...
..the reality of working life...is in realising that it must be done..
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
"The Re-appearance Act"
I have not blogged for a while now and decided to write something today. It's one of those 'Dry-mind' periods which come to me once a year when I have no opinions, no thoughts..all is silent and the creative person in me goes into hibernation. So, this is essentially coz I simply WANTED to write! Don't judge me...and for every lame word/sentence/phrase penned beneath..pardon me!Although, for some reason after finishing it, I feel it didn't turn out as tasteless as I'd expected:) Read on..
"The Re-appearance Act"
Down the escalator
I saw the shadow
Up I was going
Without a moment to borrow
Blushed and nervous
Expressionless, no words spoken
I stole a glance
My daily token
Same time, same place
Coincidence I believe?
But this is one opportunity
To fate I did not leave
So, I planned my day
From both sides today
But it ended the same..
..Same as every other day
Time check, style check
Even trusted my instincts
Looked for a sign
Or the smallest of links
Followed my steps closely
For the shadow again
Up and down the escalator
Leading to only pain
A beloved fool
I thought I could tame
Watch the clock
And win the Shadowy game
So, I read my mind
From both sides today
But it plotted the same..
..Same as every other day
Another day
Another chance
This time I relied
On a lucky charm
Spruced and dressed
Smiling for a dream
A wish in hand, two in mind
With a purpose I did glean
Made another trip, a mission
Two for a blessed guess
Three, just to be sure
Four..only to return shadowless
So, I looked at myself
From both sides today
But I am the same ..
..Same old idiot as every other day..
"The Re-appearance Act"
Down the escalator
I saw the shadow
Up I was going
Without a moment to borrow
Blushed and nervous
Expressionless, no words spoken
I stole a glance
My daily token
Same time, same place
Coincidence I believe?
But this is one opportunity
To fate I did not leave
So, I planned my day
From both sides today
But it ended the same..
..Same as every other day
Time check, style check
Even trusted my instincts
Looked for a sign
Or the smallest of links
Followed my steps closely
For the shadow again
Up and down the escalator
Leading to only pain
A beloved fool
I thought I could tame
Watch the clock
And win the Shadowy game
So, I read my mind
From both sides today
But it plotted the same..
..Same as every other day
Another day
Another chance
This time I relied
On a lucky charm
Spruced and dressed
Smiling for a dream
A wish in hand, two in mind
With a purpose I did glean
Made another trip, a mission
Two for a blessed guess
Three, just to be sure
Four..only to return shadowless
So, I looked at myself
From both sides today
But I am the same ..
..Same old idiot as every other day..
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