Memories..

Memories are like salt: the right amount brings out the flavour in food, too much ruins it.

How true!

Work hard, but make time for your love, friends and family. Nobody remembers Powerpoint presentations or project reports on ur dying day...

Pitter patter rain drops

San Diego looks amazingly beautiful in rains. Its Sunday morning and I am sitting near my glass window, sipping an expresso and watching the rain drops pitter-patter.

Rains have something very magical in them... They make you miss your dear ones, they make you slip into the past and dream about the future. Add to it some really nice music and you are just gone!... gone from the present and slipped to past or future. Here is the tune I am listening to write now and wondering who is it that I am missing....

www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXo4zjlxOMw

But after all this beautiful music and beautiful thoughts, I feel like I am wasting my time sitting at home and not enjoying the rain. So, here I go to get wet... Wanna join? :)

No one can take my freedom away!

When I was in school, we used have a singing class every Saturday. Much that I hated it, I always found a good excuse for being silent during group singing sessions. The L.F.S (Little Flower School) song-book, however still continues to be one of my precious possessions. It has soooooo many memories associated with friends, teachers and myself.

After many years I took a look at my songbook again. One of the songs in it is 'Una Paloma Blanca'. Its such a beautiful song. It makes me feel strong and fills me with a sense of independence.

Here it is :

When the sun shines on the mountain
And the night is on the run
It's a new day
It's a new way
And I fly up to the sun

I can feel the morning sunlight
I can smell the new-mown hay
I can hear God's voice is calling
For my golden sky light way

Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away

Once I had my share of losing
for they locked me on a chain
Yes they tried to break my power
oh I still can feel the pain

Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away

Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away

On getting a bad haircut

A haircut gone horribly wrong is a living nightmare. What makes this even worse is that we can't do a thing about it. I have been a victim of such disasters quite seldom. But I wasn't really lucky last weekend. Here is my story of getting a bad.... really bad haircut :

I was always impressed by the kind of stylish haircuts the models in the magazines wear. They look sooooooo good! And here I am, sporting the same look ever since I remember looking at the mirror. After a lot of persuation from friends, I finally dared to try something new yesterday.

I am not much into the "style" thing. I get easily impressed by anything that looks pretty to me. While sitting in the barber shop, I was taking a look at the magazines they had to help (confuse) me to decide what kind of a hair-do I want. The "before" and "after" looks of the models looked so fasctinating! Quite dumbly, I choose the prettiest face ( and not probably the prettiest hair cut) to go ahead with.

My barber is in her mid-fiftees. I doubt whether she could actually see what I wanted and what she was doing. She kept talking to me regarding my work, school, hometown.. blah blah.. While her scissors sliced through my hair, I tried assuring myself that I'll look stunning (uhh.. if not, just "better") in the new look. It didn't take her long to finish off the cutting. Finally, I was ready to look into the mirror for "the moment of truth" .... When she spun me around to look in the mirror, I just about died. WHAT THE HELL!!!!! I was.... almost like... butchered! I looked nowhere like me or that model in the picture. :(
The lady, however, seemed to be very delighted with her creation... and why wouldn't she be? She had almost invented the new "moron" look !

I gave her a pathetic smile, made the payment and almost ran off the shop. As I walked towards my car, I felt mortified, as if everyone were snickering at my stupid look. Soon, I reached home, only to hear a roar of laughter from friends...

Whatta day! Phew!