Monthly Archives: December 2004

How much can one grow up in a year. How many days old are you if you have lived 365 days more. And why does a New Year put some of in such a deep dilemma? Assorted music in the … Continue reading →

A birthday wish for Sri. Born on the night of the 1st. This is what he wrote to me in a mail, written in the year 2000. Self was born on 1st Jan 1979(Sometime after 12 on the night of … Continue reading →

Back to notes for the New Year. As always. I don’t make resolutions. Mostly because I find them pointless. Also, because I don’t really dig the concept. Am I happy? Yes I am. I am mostly always happy. But over … Continue reading →

Notes written in haste. Year end, and though mentally I have an interesting build up to the 31st of December every year, the last few days have been a blur. How is it that though I claim to be indifferent … Continue reading →

Since we’re listening to BlueGrass here… Might as well continue this theme. In the middle of a sea of work, and suddenly this desolate, almost strange feeling of insignificance and fatigue, all at once. Listening to I am Weary.. Let … Continue reading →

Why I cannot write poetry about calamities disasters and riots. An essay in formless prose, that may be mistaken for verse. I do not write because I feel. I write because I can. Because the urge to articulate and vomit … Continue reading →

Song Playing in the background…. Swing Low.. Sweet Chariot. Described as a lullaby, a song of the African Americans, a song of hope, gospel. A song that hypnotized the wakers, and the sleepers at Woodstock, as Joan Baez sang it … Continue reading →