Beautiful words from a beautiful song

My favourite song. Evertime I hear the song, I think of a different meaning behind the lyrics:

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,
you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

"The Sounds of Silence" - Simon and Garfunkel.

A Rainy Day

Drops of rain fall on my window-sill, pin pricks of cold stab my face in sweet jolts,
How different our worlds seem, the Inside and the Outside,
Both serve their own purpose.

The Inside protects, it keeps me dry,
And yet... inside does it keep also
Hopes and dreams, trapped, fettered by the cold harsh realities of life.

The Outside is my dreamscape,a world of shifting shadows, shimmering
Under a curtain of liquid glass, the better to distort
My sight into panes of dark and luminosity
Like a kaleidoscope.

I think of the steps I could take
To walk out that door, every movement
Accompanied by drum beats from heaven.
Already the fanfare fades,The Outside seems.. less noisy, more circumspect
"Enough" it seems to say,To deluge the world, is the job for another day.

The Inside beckons... enough, it says, of cold air
Tinged with the tears of gods, it is the time
Of enclosure, of protection, of the need
to take baby steps, to consolidate at every turn
To give up.

The Outside and the Inside... have collided at last.

Health food junkie

I've decided that part of the reason why its taking time to get into shape is my diet. I'm setting out to change that now.


Picked up the following items from my local store:

Muesli (yummy!)
Whole wheat bread
Some good Mapro jam (Mapro's a company that's based in Panchgani, where I used to go to school. Any jam would do actually, this one just had nostalgic value :-)!)
Some healthy biscuits

Now if I could only bring myself to eat them....

A second coming.

A phoenix is a mythical bird that was supposed to live for a thousand years... At the end of its life, it would spontaneously combust, and burn itself into ashes, only to be reborn again.

It was my school emblem, and it seemed to me at the time a compelling symbol of what would be a benchmark to follow. I would not resist change; after absorbing the culture, language, habits of a particular life, I would re-invent myself by throwing myself into a new one.

My millenium begins today.