soppy this?

Falling leaves...

I was thinking of old friends today
And how many of them have slipped away,
Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.
It reminded me of falling leaves.
Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.
Some stay longer than others,
But eventually - Each leaf must fall, I'm told,
Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.

Why is it that in the time of utmost need
The leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
We look and they cannot be found?

Of course these friendships come and go
And in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old
With crackling laughter and colour bold.

It saddens me now I must admit
How somehow, someway,
I did forget Laughing with old friends of mine
During summers when the sun would shine.

And then I thought of you.
That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.

Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.
So I guess that's what you are to me -
The very last leaf to leave the tree.
When I see that last leaf...
I think of you...

lonely v/s alone?

a lot of people i know find being alone daunting/intimidating/depressing/overwhelming... they need to be constantly around people to feel alive. i for one love solitude. i can be alone for hours, do nothing, and yet be completely occupied. that could be to some extent because i am constantly evaluating- people, places, situations, the tree in front of my window. so what makes some people so comfortable with themselves and others so terribly ill at ease when all alone?
some say "only" kids have this tendency to crave solitude. in fact, people beyond a point grate on their nerves. i can ascribe to that train of thought considering i am an only kid, yet, i think that being alone sometimes has tremendous advantages. not always but sometimes!
another thought that comes to mind is that we are fast becoming a world of single kid families, so are we on the brink of a generation that will constantly resent company that is below par?

express trrain

watched polar express over the weekend and couldn't believe i was watching an animation film... everything was soooo real, so subtle, and so unbelievable. i actually was waiting to see santa by the end of it.

people i know

these are divided into people who send forwards and those who don't. the latter form a minority--me included, the former is a burgeoning bunch... right from five ways to not be lonesome on a saturday night to why men prefer cricket matches to cream foundations, the forwards just keep coming, and coming. for some, its a first-thing-in-the-morning, last-thing-in-the-evening kind of regime, for others its timepass. i wonder whether it says something about personalities. this kind of intrusion into other people's private places read mail boxes. or even cellphones for that matter. are some people just more uncaring about making an appearance without calling? which brings me to the other breed-- people who just land up at other pople's houses without first calling. some say it's the done thing. after all, we are Indians and by the very nature of our upbringing, other people's time or space is not sacrosanct. so you have people just dropping by in the middle of your favourite TV serial wanting to spend some quality time with you. is that rude? today, unfortunately, lots of people think it is. but lots of other people just don't get it.

good god

movie of the week: City Of God (2004)
powerful depiction of life in brazil- drugs, violence, gang wars, and the degradation of little kids. for a true story, it's amazing how the director managed to keep the pace.
must see!

lovers, mothers, daughters

think John Mayer's Daughters is the most amazing piece of song writing I have seen in a long time...

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made