Maxi sent me the lyrics. Never heard the song, but nice lyrics.

Aqueous Transmission - Song by Incubus

I'm floating down a river
Oars freed from their holes long ago
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars
And feel my heart overflow

Further down the river

Two weeks without my lover
I'm in this boat alone
Floating down a river named emotion
Will I make it back to shore
Or drift into the unknown

Further down the river

I'm building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I am through
Maybe we'll meet again further down the river
And share what we both discovered...
Then revel in the view

Further down the river

Ogie my twin friend, back from his honeymoon called, spoke with him for 45 minutes, and spoke for some while with his wife too. So things are still the same Ogie and me, still can talk without having to worry about the fact that he is now married. This thing about men and women cannot be friend’s is so silly. Whoever came up with this idea must be a psycho, born and brought up in Bihar.
Most of my closest friends are guys, going by the above mentioned rules I should have told each one of them, sorry though we get along so well and care for each other and will stand by each other no matter what, we cannot be friends cause you are men and I am a woman. Do genders apply to this relationship called friendship? To me my friends are just people with whom I get along and like to spend time with. Them being men or a woman never registers with me unless someone or some incident highlights it.
Once out of the blue Dim asked me, Sir you won’t talk to me or meet me once you get married?
I said why I would do that.
He said you don’t understand, things change after marriage, your husband will not like you talking to guys.
Why will I marry such man?
You say that now but you will meet a guy and fall in love and do whatever he says.

I went home from work and told my amma what Dim had said. She said, why will you marry such a man?
I smiled.
I know where I inherited my attitude from.

An Unsettling Quiet

It seems a quiet has settled…………….on me. I haven’t taken an oath to silence it’s just that I don’t feel like talking to put it elaborately I don’t feel like expressing. So many thoughts in my mind but I don’t feel like putting words to them. Words somehow seem to be incapable of expressing my self.
Umpteen times during the past few days I have tried to write down the things in my head, but just not been able to. Thoughts are not translating into words.
It reminds me of when I was younger and an absolute introvert, I could never bring myself to talk to people, primarily because I was shy (still am) and secondly I never liked sharing my thoughts. Am I going back in circles, I guess.
What is disconcerting is it is not the kind of quiet where you enjoy your own company. It is a very unsettling quiet. I need to reclaim my mind.

Making A Wish - Be Precise

A woman, just divorced comes to Italy on vacation to get away from the hurt and disappointment. One day travelling through a bus she sees a house and falls in love with it. Fortunately the house is on sale. She decides to buy it, somehow managing to raise enough money, the agent helping her to get a good deal.

Her best friend is surprised at her decision to live in a new country away from home, but the woman has made her choice. The estate agent and she become friends, she confides in him that she is lonely and wishes for marriage, children and a family in her house.

She meets a man, they are attracted to each other, she is happy. She is once again heart broken when she realizes the man is married and she was nothing but an amusing fling for him.

A young man who had worked in her house is in love with a rich farmer’s daughter. The farmer is against the alliance as the boy is poor and does not have a family. She adopts the young man as her son and thus a wedding takes place in her house. She now has a family

Her best friend who is pregnant decides to leave her home and come and live with this woman. There is a birth of a child in her house.

The agent brings to her notice that her wish has been granted, a wedding and a child in the house and a family to live with. She is happy with how things have turned out but this is not how she had wished it to be.

judaa ho gayaa main

I read a poem on a blog today, it was about parting, breaking off with the person you love and your attempts to move on but at the same time unable to reconcile with the fact and continue to hope that things will work out. It reminded me of one of my all time favourite song by Mohd. Rafi from the film Hakeeqat. Here's the lyrics.

main ye sochkar uske dar se uthaa thaa
ke vo rok legi manaa legi mujhko

havaaon mein lahraataa aataa thaa daaman
ke daaman pakadkar bithaa legi mujhko

kadam aise andaaz se uth rahe the
ke aavaaz dekar bulaa legi mujhko

magar usne na rokaa
na usne manaayaa
na daaman hi pakadaa
na mujhko bithaayaa
na aavaaz hi dii
na vaapas bulaayaa
main aahistaa aahistaa badhtaa hi aayaa
yahaan tak ke us se judaa ho gayaa main
judaa ho gayaa main