They say I am dreamer.
A dreamer under the sun of love,
Sun that falls on me,
Keep me warm.
Keeps me dreaming.
They say I am a dreamer.
A dreamer having red wine,
The taste that never leave me,
Keep me in this dream,
A dream of hopeful love.
They say I am a dreamer.
A dreamer riding high,
High up in sky,
Touching soft white clouds,
I drift in my dream.
They say I am a dreamer.
I have lost in a sea,
Of love that keeps coming.
I say I am a dreamer.
A dreamer that defines me.
Fly with me.
Don’t hold yourself,
We do not need wings,
When we are together.
Relax, breath and fly.
Taste the sweetness,
Of our love.
Touching our souls.
Makes honey die embarrassed.
Come taste the sweetness.
Every breath we take together.
Let out the passion of our love.
Flowers envy us.
For they smell less.
Compared to us.
Come my love.
We are but one.
My be-loved we are one
One that last forever!!!
I go in an office transport after work. When I first started this arrangement I was very snobbish and pretended I have a “Life” other than mingling with my transport-mates. But I grew out of myself and started talking with the girl who sat next me. At first, to be honest, it was because I forgot to charge my iPhone and I couldn’t listen to music and I was (almost) forced to talk to someone. But taking the cue sent to me by the forces of human-interactions I actually thought, ‘what do you know I am sociable than I pretend I am and this person is nice’. Yes she was a nice person, she was one of those who would smile (genuine kind) with anyone and everyone. And I was someone from mentioned ‘anyone’ kind.
But no my story is not about my socializing capabilities, it’s about weird SMS that we generally receive. Today she happen to mention a text that she receieved from a friend of her’s who have received it from another friend and now it’s so mixed up that no one knows who or what is the original source. The text included –
A cancer patient needs your help. Just forward this SMS to 10 contacts of yours and from each SMS 10 cents will be sent to the cancer patients bank account (original text might be different from this but this is the general idea)
So the text was forwarded. Understandable we being human and all, we are quite empathetic when a fellow-being is in need, and prone to do easy custom made donations like this. But what everyone who forwarded the SMS forgot was, how would someone MONITOR all these SMSs and actually send the multiple of 10 cents to the cancer patient’s account?
I too have got the same kind of emails several times. Some times about a human who is need, some kind of cause so on and so forth. All these awareness is wonderful, but I do not know how anyone could count all the emails forwarded and would actually benefit the said patient/cause. In any case I am not accusing people asking for donations with proper bank accounts and I know who I am making the donation to (you have to be smart to identify phonies, sorry not everyone is telling the truth) . But my thing is against these kind of baseless forwardings that crowd my email and text inbox.
How many of you have received emails(SMS) saying that you need to forward this email to a number of people or the (nagging) love of your life will leave you? Or you will lose all your teeth or your true love will come running to you and sing you Ronan Keating’s when you say nothing at all?
And how many of you have actually done that and actually got any results?
Anyways since you read all above and if you leave my blog without making a comment on this post you will be hexed, jinxed and your blog will go blank.
Muhahaha I am evil like that babes.
This year I am taking sociology as an unit for my exams. Been reading the text books, recommended text, further reading text, wiki text, googled for text. So much of text that it hurts my eyes and I may have to wear specs (irrelevant but it’s reality).
Yesterday I just tried answering the questions that were in back of the book. The first question itself teased my intelligence.
How did Marx see the society?
All the text I have been reading all this while came pouring out, my brain was parroting faster than Lionel Messi (simply the best football player at present) going through the opponent team players making you believe, whoa that guy’s foot and the ball are glued to each other. But nada I was not able to answer. I stayed up till 11.30pm thinking what is the answer, come on Ranz you can do it, think think think your brains out but still the answer was a negative.
Oh dear sir Marx,
please let me know,
How did you see the society?
Was it colorful? Was it Blue
With red strips of hope
Doesn’t matter, tonight I will find the answer. Perhaps I should read the original capitalism
I love sociology I still do because great thinkers like Marx give so much of food for thought.
p.s. So many say my writing is eh.. crap. But I do want to be the greatest write. So I may write here to practice my writing. Bear with me, my dear readers, you know I love ya :)
This is one of those songs that I am so hooked on to. I simply love it.
This was sung by a band by the name Matia Bazar. They were an Italian group quite a rave in 1970s.
here are the lyrics (Italian)
Stasera che sera
restare tutto il tempo con te
di notte l’amore l’amore
e’ sempre una sorpresa per me
poi respirare il profumo del mare
mentre dal vento tu ti lasci cullare
fare il signore o il mendicante
non scordarsi mai pero’
di essere anche amante
stasera che sera
restare tutto il tempo con te
di notte l’amore l’amore
e’ sempre una sorpresa per me
stringere il sole nelle mie mani
toglierti i raggi
come ad un albero i rami
per circondare il tuo viso in calore
non per fare un petalo intorno
al suo fiore
Na a ria na na na ria na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na na a
stasera che sera
restare tutto il tempo con te
di notte l’amore l’amore
e’ sempre una sorpresa per me
spegnere il germe del nostro gioco
sazi d’amore ma contenti di poco
chiedere all’aria i suoi tesori
e cosi’ nel chiuso
puoi sentirti sempre fuori
stasera “stasera” che sera “che sera”
restare tutto il tempo con te
di notte l’amore l’amore
e’ sempre una sorpresa per me
fare il conteggio dei giorni passati
sapere adesso
che non sono sciupati
e che tu sei sempre viva e presente
ora come allora
tu sei mia nella mia mente
Na a ria na na na ria na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na na a
stasera che sera
restare tutto il tempo con te
di notte l’amore l’amore
e’ sempre una sorpresa per me
stasera che sera
restare tutto il tempo con te
di notte l’amore l’amore
e’ sempre una sorpresa per me….
From: http://www.lyricstime.com/matia-bazar-stasera-che-sera-lyrics.html
And using google translator the lyrics in English. I almost teared reading it. Aw I am soooo EMO :)
Tonight that evening
remain with you all the time
night love love
It ‘s always a surprise to me
then breathe the perfume of the sea
while you let yourself be lulled by the wind
to the lord or beggar
But you’ll never forget ‘
to also be a lover
tonight evening
remain with you all the time
night love love
It ‘s always a surprise to me
tighten the sun in my hands
the rays
as a tree branches
to surround the heat in your face
not to make a petal around
his flower
A ria na na na na na na na ria
na na na na na na na na na na na na to
tonight evening
remain with you all the time
night love love
It ‘s always a surprise to me
turn off the germ of our game
satisfied but happy little love
apply to air its treasures
and so ‘in closed
you can always feel out
tonight “tonight” that night “that evening”
remain with you all the time
night love love
It ‘s always a surprise to me
do the counting of days past
know now
that are not damaged,
and that you are always alive and present
then and now
you are mine in my mind
A ria na na na na na na na ria
na na na na na na na na na na na na to
tonight evening
remain with you all the time
night love love
It ‘s always a surprise to me
tonight evening
remain with you all the time
night love love
It ‘s always a surprise to me ….
Someone said, Sky is the limit.
Can’t remember the context which it was used at but for me Sky sure is the limit of imagination :)
Many years ago when my beloved mobile phone was the camera I used to keep on pointing it at the sky and take pictures. The sky was big, changes all the time, so far away and above all it was Blue.
Will you still love me?
When the music stops
When the dinner goes cold
When the day ends
When the night ends
When stars don’t shine any more
When you can not see me any more
When I do not hold you
When the flowers sleeps
When this chapter ends
Will you still Love me?
For I will never stop hoping that you will
Notice the bokeh aww
Notice th bokeh aww
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” Love because it’s the true adventure!!! “
Said a Facebook fortune cookie. (I love that application)
First I was like “hmm I am not in love at the moment”
Then I was like “oh wait I am in happy and I feel good. I am in love”
I bemused “I have things as I want and life ain’t that hard”
Then I smiled “Ah I am such a pocketful of sunshine, I think I am in love with the world”
I remembered ” Seriously I am in such a feel good Inc. Like the Gorillaz used to sing”
“What is love?”
You can’t explain it I guess. It comes to you if you are willing to accept it, in any form. And it’s an adventure.
What is this feeling?
Unfamiliar but close
What is this moment
Together and far away
“Come here” you said
“Come here” I said
We stared on
Not moving
Not breathing
Egad help us
What is this feeling?
I am waiting for you to explain
What is this feeling?
I wonder
“Krabi Krabi Krabi, emerald green green so green. I was mesmerized I was.”
I sure was. The water looked so beautiful and like emeralds they shine bright and nice.
I even tried snorkelling in Krabi. My first time. I wore the mask jumped in to the water. Breathed in from my nose and figured it’s all covered and yes the water went in from the mouth. Swam for my dear life. Got back into the boat. Breathed the (water-less) air and fixed the snorkelling gear and jumped again. Relaxed myself. Put my head in to the water and started swimming about. The fish, wonderfully colourful fish swam with me.
I love this emerald green sea. I love it.
I happen to rely on internet to some extent, in my work. Well I work my communication through emails, do research on on-line articles, get info through various websites and that add up to a good amount of my work.
So good connectivity and quality of internet is a must have, but exactly what I don’t have.
40% of my time (not statistically proven, but some where there), I spend on waiting for a website to download, gmail to attach a document, an email to open, a document to get downloaded. So after all that drama I have done only 60% of my job, so I have to take the work home and finish it.
OBVIOUSLY I stay up all night and finish my task.
Who should I blame for this?
…at present.
Currently in Real Madrid. Superb player from Argentina.
A spider’s web it’s that complicated right?It has it’s own pattern. If you are careful enough can avoid it.
But how many loose their way, go straight in to it, entangle and pay with life.
Still for some of us, it’s a beautiful wonder of nature.
How often do you smile enough? No matter what others say about you just smile. It’s contagious and pass on to others. It’s worse than any kind of flu and it’s a feel good drug.
In a related unrelated note: I smile a lot. A lot that people use to think I was in to drugs :) Once my Junior high section head asked me if I was up to something. All I was “Tehehe” a lot
This is an very old tree. Once it bore fruits, flowers and life. And then it died. Like we always do, the owner of the tree just cut it down.
The tree trunk with it’s beauty gone just stood there. Rain and shine it just stood there. One day a tiny little movement, a tiny little green leaf popped his head out. Looked about saw the wonderful world out there. Breath in the fresh air. Sang a little song in it’s tiny tiny voice. This was heard by his brothers and sisters. Soon all of them popped their heads out. Figured “wow this world is so beautiful, let us all live here”. The mother tree trunk was happy. She kept on giving them nourishment. They all looked beautiful. harmony was in the air.
I happen to walk by this old trunk one day. I heard them sing. Softly dancing in the wind. I am telling you, they all looked beautiful. They were singing about, hope of peace and harmony.
Then I clicked a picture. Uploaded it in flickr. Now writing this blog post.
Then I thought to myself. We are like them. Like those tiny leaves. We are fed by the mother earth. Only difference is we don’t know how to sing. How to sing the “Peace Song”
I guess I am a dreamer and a un-realistic fool.
I think I will start writing again. I guess I think too much and though the blog as a burden. No you are not my love. So here is for a fruitful relationship with you. Yipee ya yeah yo.
Did I mention that I am madly in love with Gotan project? :)
What they say