Everything can seem so vague and uncertain
When you get immersed in the details
I feel so suspended at times
when I lose the vision of the eternities
Playing the waiting game can be hard
when it turns out to be a numbers game
But in Living on a prayer lies the hope
The patience and strength not to lose hope
Living on a prayer keeps the spirits up
When will all the uncertainty end?
Let prayer show you His way
Like the last words of "The Count of Monte Cristo"
"Only God knows what the future will bring.
And until He decides to reveal that future to man,
man must simply wait and hope...wait and hope."
Like the words of the matchbox 20 song, "bent"
If I fall along the way
Pick me up and dust me off
And if I get too tired to make it
Be my breath so I can walk
Give me more than I can stand
When my smile gets old and faded
Wait around I’ll smile again
Can, you help me
I’m bent
I’m so scared that I’ll never
Get put back together
Keep breakin’me in
And this is how we live
Like the words of "living on a prayer"
We've got to hold on to what we've got . . .
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer. . .
We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've got.
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
The Day of the eagles
It was a day like any other. except that it wasnt. it was a Sunday-- a very long Sunday as it seemed. Was on my way down Greams Road, stray thoughts whistling through my head like the words of a 'No Doubt' song. I look up and i see you. You came in with the breeze. On sunday afternoon. I never thought you could be that way. A flock of eagles, so many in number i had never seen before just floating, around each other. I took a mental picture thinking to myself i should not forget this. How beautiful it is.
Wings so full of stillness as if giving you time to know who they are. The gliding is so slow you are happy if life slows down just enough to see it that clearly.
Thoughts strayed to the destination at hand. Oh yeah, another occasion when time slows as you enter the place where u have spent a hundred getogethers with the people who u have known you much longer than most. We were like those eagles who used to set out on our lives but ever so often come together to celebrate the fact that we have each other. We laughed, played, grew up, watched each other change. Somehow, when we were spending time together the hours seemed like minutes. And the months between reunions were forgotten. When u were at odds with the world, these people always seemed to take you out of your mind. They have their hang-ups sure, a whole bunch of 'em but somehow yet they testify everytime they see you that blood is thicker than water.
Of course, they may not seem as enthusiastic as we were in the old days, but neither am I. But what i'm sure we all feel in some degree is gladness for having what many others dont. Sometimes you just feel time slowing down in between a card game of "bluff" as eyes float from one to the other trying to see who can read the other the best. Or when we used to play "Dumb Charades" the sheer pleading in the eyes of the person imploring u to guess correctly all stay ingrained in your memories. Suddenly especially when your mind wanders sometimes in the middle of a good time, thinking back to your life which seems so far away, You freeze the smiles and beautiful expressions on the faces around, thankful for being so lucky. Suddenly, a voice breaks through those thoughts; "Vineeth, its your turn."
Sure our interests changed, we evolved but somehow a strong bond that was created always brought us back together. We wished only the best for each other, forgettin the disagreements and rememberin the times when we covered up for each other like breaking a lamp in a violent game of "blind man's bluff". When we had midnight swims just for fun, or raided the refrigerator with the lights out, because we wanted to enjoy each others company. Who among us can forget the games of "Limbo" with a long red scarf or the games of "Twister" where we got ourselves into the most awkward positions.
Sure this Sunday may not be the same but it has grown from all of those. And when we say Hi there is acknowledgment of how much it has taken to get here. Just enjoy every minute, we will be there sharing your joy and sorrow always. We sit and talk and exchange more about our lives. We are so proud of each other. I am so happy for everything they are because they remind me how nice life is and to be thankful.
Wings so full of stillness as if giving you time to know who they are. The gliding is so slow you are happy if life slows down just enough to see it that clearly.
Thoughts strayed to the destination at hand. Oh yeah, another occasion when time slows as you enter the place where u have spent a hundred getogethers with the people who u have known you much longer than most. We were like those eagles who used to set out on our lives but ever so often come together to celebrate the fact that we have each other. We laughed, played, grew up, watched each other change. Somehow, when we were spending time together the hours seemed like minutes. And the months between reunions were forgotten. When u were at odds with the world, these people always seemed to take you out of your mind. They have their hang-ups sure, a whole bunch of 'em but somehow yet they testify everytime they see you that blood is thicker than water.
Of course, they may not seem as enthusiastic as we were in the old days, but neither am I. But what i'm sure we all feel in some degree is gladness for having what many others dont. Sometimes you just feel time slowing down in between a card game of "bluff" as eyes float from one to the other trying to see who can read the other the best. Or when we used to play "Dumb Charades" the sheer pleading in the eyes of the person imploring u to guess correctly all stay ingrained in your memories. Suddenly especially when your mind wanders sometimes in the middle of a good time, thinking back to your life which seems so far away, You freeze the smiles and beautiful expressions on the faces around, thankful for being so lucky. Suddenly, a voice breaks through those thoughts; "Vineeth, its your turn."
Sure our interests changed, we evolved but somehow a strong bond that was created always brought us back together. We wished only the best for each other, forgettin the disagreements and rememberin the times when we covered up for each other like breaking a lamp in a violent game of "blind man's bluff". When we had midnight swims just for fun, or raided the refrigerator with the lights out, because we wanted to enjoy each others company. Who among us can forget the games of "Limbo" with a long red scarf or the games of "Twister" where we got ourselves into the most awkward positions.
Sure this Sunday may not be the same but it has grown from all of those. And when we say Hi there is acknowledgment of how much it has taken to get here. Just enjoy every minute, we will be there sharing your joy and sorrow always. We sit and talk and exchange more about our lives. We are so proud of each other. I am so happy for everything they are because they remind me how nice life is and to be thankful.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Never ending thoughts
Have u ever had a conversation that was so long you never knew when it would end?
What if you could never bring that conversation to an end. What would be the difference between listening and amazement at how time passes so relatively in the space of one conversation.
The topics vary and only one word is needed in edgeways for a never-ending stream of comments that have little to do with what you said but maybe a word here and there may seem relevant. not to say that hours of intellectual discussion are boring. on the contrary, for the large part it can be highly intellectually stimulating.
JUst when u think u are steering the conversation where u want it to go to give you more breathing space, suddenly u are back in noman's land nodding and wondering what comes next.
And then theres your cue. grab that opportunity with everything in your body and mind to put your twopence in. well, actually now that u are in unmarked territory, it is more like half a cent. But play that card right, and it can carry you for the rest of the conversation having made an impact as the intellectual equal never giving your inablity to go on for more than a few hours.
But especially if the significant other is engagin in a plethora of topics that have various insightful infobits to latch onto, it is shame to give it up. Then this is the point that the conversation has reached the point of no return. the excuse out of the conversation would seem the obvious excape but it is not boredom but sheer longevity which is calling for an outlet.
Suddenly the ticking of the clock is in your mind. the hands of the watch seem faster and slower at the same time. Points are pondered, hints are dropped. enthusiasm cannot be made to abate. Suddenly it is there - flickering moments of destiny bound in a few scattered human movements.
Then as much in life - it is too good to be true. The movements are just precurser of more -much more flapping of jaw that now seems to draw attention to never before noticed facial features.Finally the realisation is at hand that much more thought process is going on than necessary and suddenly it is really over- wellbeit it another hour after the bounding of destiny.
Suddenly it is capsuled as a memory never to be forgotten. an experience that definitely had to be felt to totally understand. In the end, a washing over of gladness for the unexpected in life.
What if you could never bring that conversation to an end. What would be the difference between listening and amazement at how time passes so relatively in the space of one conversation.
The topics vary and only one word is needed in edgeways for a never-ending stream of comments that have little to do with what you said but maybe a word here and there may seem relevant. not to say that hours of intellectual discussion are boring. on the contrary, for the large part it can be highly intellectually stimulating.
JUst when u think u are steering the conversation where u want it to go to give you more breathing space, suddenly u are back in noman's land nodding and wondering what comes next.
And then theres your cue. grab that opportunity with everything in your body and mind to put your twopence in. well, actually now that u are in unmarked territory, it is more like half a cent. But play that card right, and it can carry you for the rest of the conversation having made an impact as the intellectual equal never giving your inablity to go on for more than a few hours.
But especially if the significant other is engagin in a plethora of topics that have various insightful infobits to latch onto, it is shame to give it up. Then this is the point that the conversation has reached the point of no return. the excuse out of the conversation would seem the obvious excape but it is not boredom but sheer longevity which is calling for an outlet.
Suddenly the ticking of the clock is in your mind. the hands of the watch seem faster and slower at the same time. Points are pondered, hints are dropped. enthusiasm cannot be made to abate. Suddenly it is there - flickering moments of destiny bound in a few scattered human movements.
Then as much in life - it is too good to be true. The movements are just precurser of more -much more flapping of jaw that now seems to draw attention to never before noticed facial features.Finally the realisation is at hand that much more thought process is going on than necessary and suddenly it is really over- wellbeit it another hour after the bounding of destiny.
Suddenly it is capsuled as a memory never to be forgotten. an experience that definitely had to be felt to totally understand. In the end, a washing over of gladness for the unexpected in life.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Musing
Don't count the years-count the memories...........
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take;
but by the moments that take our breath away!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take;
but by the moments that take our breath away!
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