Thursday, 10 July 2014

My jolly sailor bold...


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Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay
Conversing with a young lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal,
May happiness attend him wherever he may go
From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he sails home.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed 300,000 gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, who loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And often we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway
Many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,
And I’ve left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he’s never more to roam…

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold (3)


Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Someone like you! - From Adele

I can relate to this... every time i hear it!



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I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Thursday, 13 February 2014

In all seriousness, WTF?!

Got you! That title was to get some attention to what I’m writing here. 

Today, I faced one of those WTF moments. This morning I heard a scoff from a girl and I had a think…"I don’t really understand, since when is wearing a black jumpsuit and black pumps breaking the fashion rules? And since when did it become an unusual thing to put effort into what you wear?


Why people ask questions like “why are you so dressed up?” “what’s that outfit you’re wearing?” As if wearing something trendy and makes you feel good is a “strange” thing to do!


Yeah, it’s hard to ignore a scoff from jealous haters. It’s infuriating.


Remember, we live in a city that’s best known to be “unstylish” & women are scared to dress up, that includes ‘YOU’.  While you are busy scoffing at me, theres people in London, Paris, Milan, New York and other fashion capitals scoffing at 'YOU'. Chennai here can’t become a fashion hub without someone going first. Unlike you, I’d rather be the change I want to see so that everyone else can follow my fab lead. (while i stick to 'modesty')  


Let me tell you this. I’ve two personalities: a wild child and perfectly polished personality. I swap between the two on a perfect week. As I prep up each day, my choice of dress will affect my choices of lipstick, accessories, and footwear. Sometimes, it’s based purely on my mood. For instance, if I'm a bit down, I'll wear bright colors to cheer myself. On the contrary, leaving home in a wrinkled top, shaggy jeans, slept on hair, keep me feeling ‘blah’ all day. And dressing 'unconventionally' (as you might call)  helps me develop the self-assurance needed to stand out from everyone else.


And yes, there isn’t exactly a ‘cash prize’ for being the best-dressed person at office ☺ It just surprises me how being a strong, independent, & confident girl can be "intimidating" to others. 


I’ll bet you that I ain’t getting any attention because of my appearance, but because I smile a lot, look them in the eye, I’m genuinely happy, WEAR ANYTHING with CONFIDENCE (‘confidence bold & underlined’) straight-forward, friendly and easy to be with.


Fashion is a method of ‘self-expression’. If you’ve got a great style, killer confidence and a good body, it’s just not wrong to flaunt it. What’s wrong is, your old-fashioned jealousy ☺ And yeah, nothing beats the rush you feel when you look in the mirror and LOVE the fashionable YOU. I know you want it. So, go get it!

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

I'm going numb...

Can’t feel my bones, I’m just going numb walking…
I pass the woman, outside your door she’s howling
Taking a fall from grace…entangled in addiction
As the memories cling like parasites…
Towards insanity, she’s gravitating…

She got left behind, the final walk pending…
Homie you gotta see, she got tricked by a whiff of hope
You neva used ya mind, shadowing the blind…
Plagued with instability…like an animal…you wet up the sheets…
Ya didn’t feel a thing, disappearing, steadily fading
There’s just nothing left to say
Still from the loss, the girl she’s reeling…

Empty promises, broken trust…
She tries to fall out of love, out of betrayal…
Murders the feeling, licks the wounds from the slaying,
The memories turn boomerangs, the bounce that’s hard-hitting…
Her pillow, the tears are staining
This time was overboard, you ran right out of alibis.
Remember Karma is a bitch, and your account is in the clearing…

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Confessions of a love junkie!

I know exactly how that is. To let someone slip into your life unnoticed, how quick someone is to say I love you, gifts, promises, attention, nice gestures, to get convinced they are the best thing that ever happened to you, making you go crazy…making you feel you are no more daddy’s lil princess but theirs…you go through a radical change for them…trying hard to please...

And then the cycle starts when they hurt you intentionally, becoming sweet the next day...hurt you again...And you hang on hoping each mean-to-sweet cycle is going to be the last one...When they say nasty things about you chipping away at your self-esteem and confidence...Apologies that follow… But the damage is already done!

I know how it is to love someone who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have, and you cling on hoping for that ‘some day’ to happen when they 'grow up' to understand. You ignore that inner voice from within and it’s pleading attempts to make you face the 'reality'.

Those times you hope they would stand up for you.. but they aren’t quite the hero – not the way you're probably expecting…When friends and family start those unsolicited advices ‘he’s just not that into you’ ‘he’s just so not worth it’ ‘give it up’ ‘move on’ ‘you’ll find better ones’  'girl, you're a princess, he's an ogre'. And you bear it all in silence…hoping for that ‘someday’ you can take it up with them…

On those gray days where the morning looks no different from the noon or the night…When nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen...yet you hold on…hoping for a ‘change’ from the struggle…Hoping for a sign...When your mind sends signals ‘it’s never going to happen’ and you are so 'unmindful'…You listen to your heart, their dwelling place…those days you cover up your hurt under trendy clothes.. layers of makeup…faking a smile… ready to face the madness that starts at nine…When it ends at five and your wrecked totally yearning for a comforting shoulder…unwilling to take any that’s offered…waiting the never-ending wait.

You literally make yourself sick, because you promised yourself that the last time would be the last time, and once again, you’ve let yourself down…And then, the sweet release…(that’s the best way I can describe it), your heart feels like a balloon that breaks free to float into the sky…followed most immediately by a cruel sting…Knowing that they came back to wish the final goodbye…the relief that was a minute ago vanishes like the morning mist…and you feel like you got a fist in the pit of your stomach.

When you get those mixed feelings of love, self-loathing, emptiness, rage, hatred and finally a calm like you never felt before. When reality kicks in…sinks in…you lock yourself and cry it out…grab some toilet paper and wipe those tears…rubbing hard on the tear stains like your rubbing the flashbacks that stain your heart…You throw the bloody tissues into the toilet and flush...watch them as you flush them into oblivion, wishing it were really that easy to flush their thoughts and move on like they did!


Monday, 24 June 2013

Life in da Indian Ghettos...



Yeahhhhh this for ya ‘A’.. Nah lil’ ‘A’…
Long time…ya man
MR…that’s me, desi ye…
Come on in
Got a lil’ somethin’ for ya…shobha de
Akon, ma man
Give a holla to da Indian ghettos

<Hook>

G to the H to the E to the T…T to the O to the S..
Da dreaded Indian…M to the A to the L to the L to the D to the Y
Ma pot-bellied lack-luster friends [aye ;)]
Ya’ll need a lil’ observation & clarity (asap)
Nawwww those slumdog stories from rags-ta-riches
Are just a fantasy
Havin’ fun commercializin’ the plight of ‘em
Caught up in da throes of poverty
I’ma bringin’ da power of music fo liberty
I’ma gonna rap, hip hop n rock on
Fo the feds, ye to turn them on…
Ma invisible bros n sistas in dharavi
Wait up… der hella lot mo! kasimedu..sonagachi… (et al)
Come down now…ya’ll
Sing with me…sinng itt…

<Verse 1>

Ah! boys in ya BMW n Lamborghini flashin’
Let’s have a slum tour, time fo some right thinkin’
Throw off yuh Pumas n Nikes
Throw yuh hand on that boi all smilin’
Plastic sunglasses, bright colored muscle tees, his clothin’
Ya, there’s no mistakin’
He’s got mo than ya eyes are seein’
He no live in luxury, no gated community,
No multiplexes, no malls, no shoppin’
He ain’t got a rupee, in a shanty he’s livin’
Da glass door of a showroom he’s peerin’
He sees da legend sachin’ him scorin’
His gum loudly poppin’, along with da others he’s crammin’


It’s an oddity out there, da words studyin’ n readin’
No books, no lights, kids ain’t dreamin’
Lean cattle grazin’, homeless kids runnin’
Red stains of paan n political slogans,
Da roads n walls, they're decoratin’
The homeless under bridges and in pipes, they livin’
Open gutters n stagnant water ‘em pollutin’
Not enuf restrooms fo dem slum dwellin’
Da whole place in its excreta it’s drownin’ (hell ye!)
Da communal flare-ups steadily risin’
Transgenders, rowdies n ganstas, they crowdin’
Poverty, drugs, traffickin’ with ‘em spreadin’
Ye its quite bowel-churnin’,
But that’s all he’s lived up seein’


His single mother she’s dyin’
The burden on his sista it fallin’
In her heart she hate it there, she’s cryin’
Her pimp is waitin’ n she’s rushin’
She’s numb to it, but she’s barely 16
She hits da back seat, da taxi driver some tips he’s gettin’
Unmindful of the acts behind, the mirrors he’s tiltin’
He can’t bear to see it no more, he’s burnin’
Stealin’…fightin’…he’s slowly learnin’
With his surroundin’ soon influencin’
Porno books n DVDs he’s sellin’
Whoa! coke n weed, he’s growin’!
The mafia is welcomin’, the feds them noticin’
He starts his runnin’, there ain’t no stoppin’
Her fate doomed, child in her arms she’s beggin’

Ye, that’s so ghetto…

<Hook>

G to the H to the E to the T…T to the O to the S..
Da dreaded Indian…M to the A to the L to the L to the D to the Y
Ma pot-bellied lack-luster friends [aye ;)]
Ya’ll need a lil’ observation & clarity (asap)
Nawwww those slumdog stories from rags-ta-riches
Are just a fantasy
Havin’ fun commercializin’ the plight of ‘em
Caught up in da throes of poverty
I’ma bringin’ da power of music fo liberty
I’ma gonna rap, hip hop n rock on
Fo the feds, ye to turn them on…
Ma invisible bros n sistas in dharavi
Wait up… der hella lot mo! kasimedu..sonagachi… (et al)
Come down now…ya’ll
Sing with me…sinng itt…

(Inspired by : Akon's Ghetto)

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