I get off on ’57 Chevy’s
I get off on screaming guitar.
Like the way it gets me every time it hits me.
I’ve got a rock and roll, I’ve got a rock and roll heart.
Not a day passes by
When you don’t cross my mind
If I knew what was to happen
The day you passed away
I’d take the time to tell you
All the things I needed to say
I never got to tell you
How much you mean to me
I’d have hugged you tight
And seen your precious smile
I never got to tell you
How sorry I am
For all the wrongs of my life
For all the times I hurt you, dad
I often sit in silence
And think about you
I miss you a lot
In moments of joy
But I miss you more
When I am weak
I stay strong all day
But at night I weep
When I have no one to reach
I gaze at the sky
Then I fall asleep
There are so many things
That reminds me of you
Your memories that I hold
Are more precious than gold
They say time’s a healer
I know that is true
But it’s been 1095 days
And dad, I still miss you.
I guess it’s about time to change my age in the About section. 😛
28 things learnt by 28 :
Learn to love your life and yourself.
No matter how messed up you or your life may seem (or people say) there’s always something unique about you. Be grateful.
Chocolates, books and music can lift your mood.
In that order.
The sunrise, the sunset and the moon are three beauties that come to you everyday.
Learn to appreciate it.
Never stop learning.
One who stops learning becomes old. One who keeps learning stays young.
Improve. Mature. But never “grow up”
Make sure you never lose the inner child in you.
Smile when you wake up and forgive people before you sleep.
For your own peace of mind.
Eat, sleep, laugh and talk moderately.
But smile a lot! Smile and shine!
Give charity and gifts regularly.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s small or big.
Make time for your family. Family is very important.
Love them. Serve them. Be with them.
Make sure you spend some time with people below 7 and above 70 regularly.
They know the magic to make you feel better.
Tell your parents you love them. You may not have the chance later.
And I mean, tell them! Like, tell them on their face, “I love you pappa” or “I love you mummy” You have no idea about the regret of letting them go without letting them know.
Spend a day without your phone. Spend another without looking at the clock.
Experience the slow-mo life!
Selfishness is a virtue.
Stop crying about how bad your life is.
It isn’t. Even if it is, get up and make it better.
Spend time with people who support and believe in you.
And be that person for others.
It’s the only thing that money can buy that makes you richer.
Do yourself a favour and follow your passion.
Figure out what lights your fire and then chase the match.
When in doubt, always ask mom.
She carried you safely for nine months. Trust her.
Not everybody will like you. So stop trying to please everyone and get with it.
After all you are not the centre of the world.
Chivalry is not just for men.
Courtesy before chivalry.
Listen to your body.
It talks to you. It really does!
Think before you speak and read before you think.
So basically, read more, speak less.
Let makeup empower you.
But never be ashamed of your natural self. Believe in your beauty.
Drink more water.
Then your skin, hair, mind, body will thank you.
First impressions are worthless 50% of the time.
So try not to judge people over that.
Never cease dating your spouse.
That’s a fine way to keep the spark alive!
Dream, dare and droll.
Get a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone.
Beauty lies in the green of trees.
The sun rose and knocked,
We left for a morning walk
I saw a squirrel on a tree,
Swear it stopped and smiled at me.
The songs of birds at first light,
The freshness of the day,
The shadows of the early sunrise,
And the clean, crisp air
There is so much to see
The flowers, the birds, the honeybee
The grass under my feet
All of those await me.
But I stay and gaze
At the scurrying squirrel
And his faithful friends
Observing their eccentric ways
One makes a funny noise,
I laugh aloud, it runs away
They go round n round
Scuttle to and fro
Aimlessly digging holes in the ground
When everything else fails,
They chase their very own tails!
That is what they do,
Just like me and you
They save for winter
But never forgets how,
To live for the moment,
To enjoy the now
And that’s how squirrels are clever,
Than humans can be ever!
“Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall”
Read the full poem http:// m.poemhunter.com/poem/television/
Even Starbucks knows all about me! 😀
In the caverns of each soul,
Different talents wait to grow.
Each one has been given to lift,
One of the special gifts.
Some have the gift of verse,
Some are blessed with brevity,
Music, beauty, athletics and dance,
Innovation, imagination, luck and chance.
Some get the gift of strength ,
Some get the power of healing.
Some with the power of endurance,
And some have the gift of intelligence.
But there’s one that’s very rare,
And needs to be shared,
Of all the gifts, it stays above
And that, my friend
Is the Gift of Love.
The other day, I was randomly reading my own blog posts ( pretty conceited, eh? I know! 😛 ) But then, that’s how I realised that I have never, never ever, proclaimed my love for Calvin and Hobbes on this blog!
I have been a huge fan of the strip for so long now, that I know that if I ever meet Bill Watterson, I would definitely hug him – while shrieking uncontrollably with joy,of course – and thank him for bringing so much of laughter and delight and wisdom in so many lives.
Thanks Thanks Thanks Thanks! 😀
This is the first set (read: remains) of colors that I owned. I remember it came as a free gift with Bournvita. 😛
So yea, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that Batman (and the Ninja Turtles ) has always been in my blood art. 😀
***The drivel that follows was born when I was on the brink of slumber (Hypnagogia? :P) last night. I have debated much with myself whether to post this stuff because it’s against my blogging rules but then a friend always keeps saying, “The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules!“***
The doorbell rang. Jasmine looked at the door with a frown. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Pausing the movie where Woody and Buzz tried to escape, she walked to the door. Just as she unlocked the door, somebody pushed it open and she was thrown inside her own house.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are tonight’s entertainment!”
The man who walked in had a pale skin, ruby red lips and … a red sponge for a nose. Clown’s makeup. And a Glasgow smile.
“Oh. Hi.” he said.
“What do you want?” Jasmine asked recognizing the man.
His Glasgow smile faded, somewhat.
“Why… so… serious?”
The Joker walked into the living room and turned off the television. Jasmine reached for her phone but he was quicker.
“How about a magic trick? I’m gonna make this phone disappear.”
He dropped the phone to the floor and kicked it with his leg so that it slid under the sofa. “Ta-daa! It’s… it’s gone!”
Jasmine rolled her eyes. She sat on the sofa and looked at him with a smile.
“I know who you are. But you, you do not know who I am, do you? If my Batman finds out that you were here… and you harm me even a bit, oh boy, you’re dead!”
The Joker seemed amused.
“I don’t want to harm you! What would I do without you? No, no, NO! No. You… you… complete me.”
“Then what’s your plan?” Jasmine asked.
“Do I look like a guy with a plan?” he said.
He giggled. “You know, I may look like a monster, but I’m not. I’m just… you know… ahead of the curve.”
Jasmine stood up, agitated. She walked up to him and picked up the knife from the fruit bowl and pointed it at him.
“Then what is it that you want?” she asked.
“Well, you look nervous. Is it the scars? You want to know how I got ‘em? Come here.”
He grabbed her wrist which made her drop the knife and twisted her hand behind her back.
“You see, I had a wife. Beautiful, like you. Full of life. Always smiling. Speaking of whom… I think you and me, you know, we are meant to be!”
Jasmine tried to push him away.
“Hmm… a little fight in you. I like that!” he said and laughed.
Jasmine smiled wryly, relaxed her body and said, “Well then you are gonna like me even more!”
She kicked his shins and tangled her leg with his and performed a sweep that tripped him onto the sofa. Laughing, she sat on his legs disallowing him from moving.
The Joker chuckled too. “This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You are truly incorruptible, aren’t you? Huh?”
“Well, I like you, but I will also have to kill you.” said Jasmine.
The Joker sighed.
“But you won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. And I won’t kill you because you’re just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.” he said.
Jasmine laughed and said, “Haha. You know, I think you are right. If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. She will love you even when you are Batman and even when you are the Scarecrow. She is worth a little something…and a little more than usual.”
With that Jasmine leaned in to kiss the Joker and reveal her husband -her Batman- behind all that make up.
Taylor Mali is perhaps best known for his poem “What Teachers Make“. The following poem is perhaps one of the best poems in praise and respect of teachers – the unsung heroes of the education system. It has successfully motivated many teachers, including me, to love what we do, and to do it better, everyday. It is said that the poem was born out of an actual dinner conversation Mali had.
The following illustration by Zen Pencils is my personal favourite as it combines my love for comics and poetry.
There are many reasons why I love teaching – Because :
1) I get to share my passion for reading, writing and learning.
2) My students constantly surprise me.
3) I get to see the world from so many different perspectives.
4) I get to learn new things.
5) I touch lives.
And even though I have a big problem with the current education system, I enjoy being a teacher for the love it brings me everyday.
A week ago, a group of students whom I had taught around two years ago called me up and invited me to their farewell party. I had already made some other plans for the day so I politely declined. My phone had no rest that day as there was an influx of calls. I eventually cancelled my other plans and decided to go to the party. And that was a wise decision.
The girls looked oh-so-pretty and the boys, suave. And I felt old. And blessed. And like a celebrity – because they all wanted to click a pic (mostly selfies) with me! 😀
And even though it was not a farewell for me, I was given presents. This brought tears to my eyes.