Droolicious

Defn: Jeffrey Dean Morgan

The only more-than-a-decade-older-than-me man I'm ready to
dump my already-too-cute-to-resist-hubby for.
(To self: Right, even if you're the last creature on earth he'll even notice!)

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If only he could really play
(although he did learn for the role in P. S. I Love You)

...we women (yes, I'm too fat and aunty-like to be called a girl right now)
could never be satisfied, could we?

And what made me write this right now? The Accidental Husband, what else? Go watch. But I'm sure you'll like him better in the short but yummy role in P.S. I Love You. These pictures just don't show you the depth of his I'll-fall-in-and-die dimples. Sigh!!

Musical post - II

FF to this week, we were driving back, but with the radio on, this time. I switched to Vividh Bharati while surfing, and lingered there just as "Ek ladki bheegi bhaagi si" started playing. I was THRILLED, to say the least :D

Just as I was thinking "I am yet to come across a more playful song than this one and it's companion in Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi, the exact same song started playing: "Haal kaisa hai janaab ka." I was in musical heaven!

Just as I was hunting down links to the videos of these songs, I came across other Kishore Kumar gems. Here are some...
(Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi)
Paanch rupayya, baara aana
Hum the, woh thi
Baaboo, samjho ishaare
(Half Ticket)
Cheel cheel chillake
Like my southie brethren (me included) would say... Yennjaaaay maadi!!

Musical post - I

Last week, my darling husband got some music loaded onto his pen drive for us to listen to in the car... This was while driving home from the office... The first number to play was "I wanna be your underwear." The first time I heard this song, I was scandalized and despised it for a long time. Somewhere along the way I started liking it, and I love it now to the extent that I could really sing it for the hubby and mean it ;-) So that was a treat... Me yelling "I wanna be your underwear" outta the car window. What would we do without such sensually honest lyrics, dear Bryan Adams?

The collection turned out to be partial So Far So Good, so of course, it contained both the live and recorded versions of "Summer of '69." But I've heard that song an insane number of times to be actually moved by it.

What really plunged the knife into my heart was "Everything I do." I don't think I got to listen to this song in peace during the last 4 years. The last I heard and sung along was sometime during my first and longest lasting relationship... the time when I still had the childhood innocence intact... and I used to mean it will all my heart when I hummed along. That strong feeling is no more, but the beauty of those feelings still lingers in my heart, and it flowed in a steady stream through my eyes as the words reached deep into the recesses and churned up memories of long-lost emotions. Okay. Peace. I didn't mean to sound that corny. But it really broke my heart to hear those words again. In a nice way :)

Love you so much for that musical evening, hubby! Mmmmmmuuuuuuuaaahhh!!

The moving on post

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Yep, that's my avtaar burning down all bridges to the past... freeing myself of unnecessary guilt, learning my lesson about not being so foolish any more, striving to understand and appreciate the good things in my life, trying to control my urge of burning everything down so that I can rise clean of my emotional baggage again... there have got to be ways other than that of the Phoenix, right? Will try those for a change. What is life, if not one experiment after another?

Special thanks to you for prodding me on.

At the moment

Song: Feelin' the Same Way
Artist: Norah Jones


The sun just slipped its note below my door
And I can't hide beneath my sheets
I've read the words before so now I know
time has come again for me

And I'm feelin' the same way all over again
Feelin' the same way all over again
Singin' the same lines all over again
No matter how much I pretend

Except for this part....

Another day that I can't find my head
My feet don't look like they're my own
I'll try and find the floor below to stand
I hope I reach it once again

I rather feel like I'm stuck upto my knees in the ground and can't lift myself up :(

And I'm feelin' the same way all over again
Feelin' the same way all over again
Singin' the same lines all over again
No matter how much I pretend

oh...

so many times i've wondered where i've gone
and how i found my way back in
i look around awhile for something lost
maybe i'll find it in the end

And I'm feelin' the same way all over again
Feelin' the same way all over again
Singin' the same lines all over again
No matter how much I pretend

Feelin' the same way all over again
Feelin' the same way all over again
Singin' the same lines all over again
No matter how much I pretend
No matter how much I pretend

To RB

...my favorite author. Your words are like life boats that appear out of nowhere when I'm lost in the raging seas, only to maroon me on an island. An island whose every speck magical. A place where I find inspiration and a quiet confidence in myself. This song is what I would dedicate to you:

Killing Me Softly With His Song
(Roberta Flack)
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Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...

I could be a friend forever

...only if you want me to. After the initial surge of vengeful feelings died down, I thought of another possibility. One where you took responsibility for your actions, admitted your mistake, and asked for pardon from those your hurt.

Once we get that ego of yours out of the way, a world of true friendship could open up. One without the need to conceal your intimacies with others. One where we can truly share our feelings and our friends. One where we can still be there for each other during both the difficult times and exhilarating moments. One where you don't need to be on your gaurd all the time, because you aren't hiding anything. Where you feel comfortable being yourself because all you have friends all around who truly care for you and are forthright and honest with you.

If only you care for that. There's so much I want to give, but you aren't ready to accept. You're too insecure to find any peace in your life. If only you could let your ego crumble. You'll find a beautiful life waiting for you.

Pushing aside the dilemma of whether I should post this here or not. If I try to be discrete about these things, I'll probably never say anything on this space, and it's is not right: this is my space to vent.