I have forgotten

I have forgotten your voice
the words that you speak,
the silence when u stop
and laughters that follow.

I have forgotten your smile
your face that brightens up
the eyes that sparkle too
and the glow from inside you

I cannot remember your hugs
I've forgotten how strong you are
I can't remember your songs
ones that I still smile about

Don't remember our lazy days
the silent readings under the sun
Can't hear the birds talk now
or no, I wish I couldn't do.

Don't remember the tranquil evenings
Your surprise dinners, the cuisine
your hand that gently brushes my hair
letting me sleep thru' your movie.

I am fine, I have moved on
A lie that I tell, I am fine
Like I said, I can't tell why
how I remember to forget you dear

ps: cannot remember where I picked up inspiration for this one :) . Guess it was a conversation that I heard this morning while riding the bus to school. I wish that girl peace.

corrective action

en reason de difficle avec la langue francais, je vais prendre le cours advanced oral expression.
:) Got permission to audit this course! excellent! now , I have to face the bureaucracy at work. Class falls during work hours and I am not very sure if I wud be allowed to take it.

so whatz the big deal?

It dawned on me that I can no longer speak french..I was struggling to leave a scrap. So, here we go..all I wanted to do was wish this person for her new job and tell her that my french sucks..After half an hour of racking my brains, thinking word by word in english and in french, I still cudn't muster up those words, the sentence..simply Zilch! grr..and what is that word for obvious? c'est claire, no..c'est parail, or something like that. I have to audit a course in french now. so whatz the big deal?well knowing french, I have 'framed' a lot of my own words in english..gives me a lot more words to think in, to talk in..not that without that I am less talkative..well, there we go, jabbering again

which way?

So, this is a person I met while flying. Full of energy and enthusiasm, driven, always working on something or the other, even while talking, he is thinking of something which becomes apparent to me as I sense his 75% concentration in the conversation. I was completely zapped when I heard that he plans his weekends too!!! goodness, I visualize these kind of people as photons at the meta stable state. They seem to have a really long half life though :). Result: great job and a nice resume
And there is this other person I know, extremly relaxed, stops to smell flowers(literally), never plans much, no tension calm and composed. Weekends totally planless and clueless. Only on getting into a discussion with him did I realize his vaast knowledge. but guess what? He too has a great job and a nice resume.
Now, one may accuse me of being myopic and judging a person's life based on just his resume. But I am a capitalist. And if the resume brings money, with it comes purchasing power which satisfies the needs(and more importantly wants),thereby, leading atleast theortically to happiness. Anyway, I am now pondering about which is the right way to live? brings me to think about the latest book I am reading: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. He talks about the world being made up of contradicting elements: matter and antimatter. So, is right right, just in our world?

check this baby out

Built me a double decker aircraft..THE Airbus A380..for the kid in me that gets excited about a double decker bus, this is sure a huge Wizard of Oz treat. The pictures pose amazing amount of room in the economy class itself, which I am greatly thrilled about. The relaxing lounge reminds me of the cafeteria area in the TGV Srinath, Krishna and myself took to belgium. Plush, luxurious and oppulent, I am just worried about one thing: can this thing really fly? I get queasy with take offs and landing in a single tier(if I can call so) airplanes, imagine sitting in the second floor of an aircraft!Angels and Demons, Dan Brown's book, talks about a X-33. Takes Robert Langdon an hour to fly to Geneva from Boston! Wonder if Airbus can come out with something like that..

bitsian lingo

a while ago, when I was talking to one of my friends, he cut me and remarked that he noticed I use a lot of the word 'bugger' and went on to say, it might be a bitsian lingo or something, but I am sure people in the 'real' world would not appreciate it. Brings me to these questions:
1.Do bitsians stand apart(no matter how old we are) from the rest of the crowd because of our language and manners?
2.Is 'bugger' that big an expletive anyway
3.Is BITS so stark different from the 'real' world?

travelling more

Last week was more of travel for me. I was at my cousin's place in New Jersey. I was meeting him after more than 8 years and I understood it was still difficult for him to believe that I am as old as I am :). After getting off that loooooooonng boring flight, he called me promptly and gave me exact directions to the exit.'take the third door, you should be fine. Don't worry, I will pick you up in 15 mins. Give me a call if you need anything.' I was amused..my parents never expressed their concern on my travelling around all by myself. Somehow, I think they are convinced that I can run around any place and come back home and safe and fine. So, here we are: wednesday evening with my brother again:
Me: So, I can take the train tomorrow to New York, illa?
Anna:Sure da, I will drop you off while I go to work. Cross the roads, get your ticket, I will give you a map of the metro. It is pretty simple, dont worry. You should be fine.
Me: Great, how long is it?
Anna: Oh, its about an hour or a little more by this train.
Me: Is there a tourist information center or anything like that in New York?
Anna: Nah, nothing like that, but I will give you directions later. You can see the statue of liberty, times square and everything without a problem...but later
I looked at my watch and it was already 11.30 and he had to leave at 7.00 in the morning...well, may be tomorrow.
Morning 6.45 am
Anna: good morning sleepyhead, sweetie..climate looks bad today, why dont you go tomorrow?
Me: err..ok
Thursday evening, a replay of the previous day's conversation took place. Resolving I am definitely seeing New York the next day, I fell asleep.
Friday Morning: 6.45 am
Anna: Its raining today, why dont I take you to New York myself tomorrow.
Me: err..ok
Later in the afternoon, my manni tells me that my brother was really worried about me travelling alone.
Trust me the feeling was really different, being a little sister to someone. I enjoyed every bit of it.
more later

come josephine like a flying machine

some strange reason, this song kept playing in my mind as I flew today. For the first time, I actually flew over the sea during day time. It was beautiful, is definitely an understatement. The blues of the sky and the sea merged at some point, which I cannot call horizon, now that the point of reference is no longer land. Little puffs of white clouds soon turned to white sand dunes..I wouldn't call what I saw a sun rise..the sun did not rise, I was rising and met the sun at some point. Going above, up I went..