No need to say Good Bye !!

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Until it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye
Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Until they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you No need to say goodbye
You'll come back When they call you
No need to say goodbye

Brand

Dont talk of Love
Because Ive heard that word before
Its sleeping in my memory
I wont disturb the silence of feelings that have died
If I never loved, I never would have cried

I am a rock; I am an island...
Excerpt: Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
Donation from Clint Misquitta

Amcha Tendlya !!

When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest
bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to
race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France,
Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team,
Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam. When Tendulkar embarked on a
glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name
unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown
kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR
was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the
Nehruvian economy. It seems while Father Time was having his toll on
every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time
stands frozen in front of our Sachin. We have had champions, we have had
legends, but we have never had a Sachin Tendulkar and we never will

To My Soul Mate

Dear Girl,

I feel that time has come for me to find my soul mate, my companion. I know you’re out there somewhere and near . Don’t worry, I’ll find you.

And when I do, I hope that you’ll love me because I’m what i am and not because of anything else. I hope you won’t get embarrassed when my clothes don’t match or be annoyed when I want to watch the last over of the cricket match. I’ll run and call you the minute the last ball is bowled. And I promise to never call you while you’re busy watching the rerun of your favourite season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. or Desperate Housewives.

I hope that you will remember that I love Yash Chopra Movies, not Quentin Tarantino, and that I love Shah Rukh Khan more than Aamir, and that I love the mindless comedies of Jim Carey as much as I love classics like Pursuit of Happiness and Juno.

I love reading, eating, writing , having long conversations, and also love taking long walks by the sea face. And if I cry in front of you in a movie, please don’t laugh at me. Please know that I am sensitive … in a manly, tough kind of a way.

I know, I’m not the best looking man around. I also know that i at times can be the inspiration for my friend’s jokes. But I know that God has spent enough time giving me and my heart a big enough size to be able to accommodate all of this with a smile.

I pray that you’ll love me despite my tendency to forget birthdays, and if we happen to go out with your friends for dinner, please write their names really small on my hand so I can use it as reference. I love panipuri and Indian food. I also am a believer and pray at least once a day. Hope you don’t find any of those very “uncool”.

Please know that I will constantly act strong and in control, but inside I am actually lost and confused. *(Just don’t tell my friends). Understand that loving each other means being together, but not all the time. We should never bail on our friends. Also understand that I may at times act jealous and overtly protective, but only because I have insecurities and not because you are doing anything wrong.

Please be honest with me without being hurtful.I promise to always be honest with you, because you deserve honesty. And I promise to open doors for you and buy your ticket when we go to the movies. Please let me do it, because it makes me feel nice.

And no, you’re not fat, or ugly. You don’t even need make up either. So don’t ever feel the need to ask any of the above. Oh, and don’t be upset if you’ve cut your hair and I don’t notice. I will love you even in Jeans and a T Shirt.

I hope you don’t think I’m asking too much of you. I just want to be happy making you happy. I’m coming to find you, so don’t go anywhere. Stay where you are, whoever you are.

Yours lovingly,

Cheers

KP (As my friends call me)

Dare Me ........

So , it look as though I'm going to live - atleast for another 60 years or more.But whenever i need to reassure myself of this , as i sometimes do , i go to the waterhole and i stare down into it, and then , with a firm intent i strip of my shirt and i leap straight out into what you might call the great sublime.

Lets say its my own personal way of checking for vital signs. I call it the Dead mans hole-- should belong to a guy who nearly died and who , by the way, has no intention of living.It is a green mineral pool gouged between a circular limestone cliff.


Coming Next ...............My First Waterhole Jump

I stand next to the 20 foot water hole and examine the drop -and myself while i am at it.Its a deep drop so deep that it makes the roof of my mouth go dry just looking at it Its long enough for a guy to actually think on the way down and to think more than one thought too.Long enough to think first one thing A little fear is good for you, and then another Its good for you if you can swim and then one more thing when i hit the water "Of Fuck its cold". As i jump there are certain unmistakable signs that i am alive; the press of my pulse the insistent sound of my own breathing and the whanging in my chest thats my heary , which then is like a prisoner beating on the bars of the ribcage.

I come up whooping through the foam and swim shore. At what point do you let go of not dying ? Maybe i didnt entirely and maybe wi wouldnt.

A Beautiful Life

It may be that i shall find it get good to get outside my body - to cast it off like a disused garment. But i shall not cease to work !. What am i looking for ??? I am looking for truth...the truth of life. Any new discovery of truth for me does not contradict the past truth but fits into it.Wht is the truth of life??? The truth of life is happiness....happiness when we entirely forget ourselves.How do we reach there well for that we need to be "free" and "not free" at the same time.

For me happiness is the fruit of realisation; therefore i seek it within my soul.

Nothing is what i Understand !!!

' Because its not there might be reason enough to understand nothing. If one looks at special problems that were the main springs of progress along the oldest and most persistent lines of human inquiry then we find that nothing suitably disguised as something never far from the centre of things.

Nothing in its various guises has been a subject of enduring fascination for me . Sometimes i do nothing- Sometimes i think nothing- Sometimes i like Nothing - Sometimes i understand Nothing- Sometimes i Hate Nothing.....

Well truly as Al Jolson said " You aint seen nothing yet".