oF teA aNd mY grAnDMa

coz i spent all afternoon blasting this into my brain.



huh who says we won't go back?

^_^

oh right. ur the cynic. the one who doesn't believe anything i say. and has a complaint for everything anyone says. wait a min... your Becker !! aaah how can we not like you...
oh relax will u. thnk about the last good mug of tea you had.... in that dirty glass in your college canteen. the one that cost 10 rupees and you said was too expensive for tea.

this song? i'm a visual person. it gives me pictures.
of rain. of puddles. of walking back from school. soaked to the bone.
of buses that careen around the corner and drench u in muddy water, on its mad dash to the next stop.
of the college canteen. of the tea and pakodas. of the dosa.
of the 3 ppl sitting on a moped and illegally driving like insane blind ppl in the rain. [ its allrite the driver wears glasses, its fogged up and she can't see the road anyways ]
of walking on the main road, in rain [ rain? again?? ] without an umbrella, skipping through puddles, tilting your head up and drinking the fresh water of the first monsoon the most direct way.
of power cuts and the heat. the water in the fields, the mosquitos and the flies.
uh oh. we're slipping into reality here.... better stop
:D


note to self: rahman, swades

oh crud. i have a question. on pointers. now the last thing i want to do on earth is to turn this blog into any kind of forum for intelligent discussion.... groan.
god i hate pointers.