These word puzzles have always been my weakness. Love spending hours over them, online scrabble was a huge temptress some time back. Love the play of words, though dont profess to be very good at them, have always liked and enjoyed rising up to any challenge dealing with words, letters, and the likes. The ticking of the brain cells in this quarter is a refresher any time any day. Puzzles with numbers and the likes have been daunting right from school, not that im too bad at them. But they never kindled a surge of thrill or excitement as these dancing prancing alphabets do! this small exercise sort, spelling game on this page, is a recent discovery while browsing, and it never fails to sort of unnerve me. Keeps you edging on to delve into this ocean of language and swim your way through these new fangled, unheard of, mysterious sounding words. A harsh reminder at times of your complete ignorance of your so called favourite subject, and at times a small diminutive comfort that things arent that bad, and at times a simple and pure form of total distraction!!

" Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence. "

Came across these lovely quotes.They do capture it all.

” A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. “

and one closest to my strain of thought

” Music is what feelings sound like. “!!


Music is such an overwhelming universal language, crosses ALL barriers and boundaries. It is a medium which reaches out and touches people in a way nothing else can. It can be broken down into symbols and notes and chords and keys and learnt and taught in different levels. But to a layman music is simple, sweet and pure. “Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life”.

Be it a tinkling of a bell, clattering of a train, stomping of hooves, rustling of leaves, ofcourse prattle of a toddler, or the pitter patter of raindrops, boiling of your stew, twitter of the birds;they are all music in its varied assorted forms. It is music, if you want it to be, if you deem it to be; music is ubiquitous when your soul is at peace, with your self. Music transcends the normal, the ordinary state of mind and brings you closest to your self, where everything else freezes up.

When you are besieged with a surge of intense, multifarious, nameless emotions…music comes to your rescue; suffuses you, washes over you, fills you with a serene feeling, a familiar feeling. in touch with reality, normalcy, the beautiful sides…and ofcourse the best way is, to just let it flow over you, flit and trip and skip and hop and maybe glide over you, and be wary not to lose yourself in it…for then you get drenched with pathos, love, ambiguity, glee bordering on insanity, whichever is your pick, for the moment!

If Music be the food of 'life', play on...!

Bear with me, s’il vous plait!!

Realize, maybe a tad late, that writing isn’t a piece of cake. Writing (if u can call it that) I ve been doing, is those spasmodic bursts of bringing out stuff from inside, literally punctuated with dots and more dots, and some strokes of incomplete phrases and dollops of truncated expressions one fine mish-mash. When a friend of mine, asked to give his comments on my pathetic dished out bits n pieces stuff, was like …’ahem…very expressive..and…hmmm..’, and the saddest thing is yet to hear his full version of comments!!!  So, decided to try my hand at writing some ‘serious’ stuff, you know where you talk, write sense!! The ability to write a few sentences about something normal, sedate, prosaic!! (n ofcourse laboriously boring, my attempt here, n was constantly reminded of my high school grammar books!!) A diminutive start, have miles to go though…the last section is my own usual swashbuckling stuff ofcourse, on more or less the same subject.


Communication, Language, Words

Reaching out and conveying; that would sum up Communication. When there is a need to share a thought with another person, communication comes into play. This ‘sharing a thought’ could be at many levels - seeking information required for your ongoing thought processes, dispensing information in order to get work done, seeking help to get out of situations, which are not manageable by self, and of course simple sharing or exchanging of thoughts or knowledge, be it with close ones or the world at large.

Language – ‘system of communication’ quotes the Encarta dictionary. A mode, format that effectively aids communication or rather communicates. There are some set rules, syntax, which are prerequisites for an excellent and correct usage of the language. And then again there are relaxations, and liberties which can be taken as long as the ultimate result, which happens to be the message being communicated successfully, is achieved. And in accordance to the situation one finds himself, the language can be formal, flowery, long winding, casual or plain curt.

Words – ‘meaningful unit of language sounds’ as simple as it can get! Words are indeed the building blocks of the edifice –language. And aren’t we the dexterous masons, who go about setting them in our own inimitable style and flair. Words are for some, just black and white squiggles filling up a page or screen, entities to be plowed through, because it has to be done, on the command of another, or to be scanned for basic data. And alas for some it’s a whole world of magic; filled with imageries, brimming with innumerable connotations, a great maze where you lose your way, or find oneself; enroute this journey of incredible amazing discoveries. Words make us; break us; awake us and take us to planes, glimpsed only by a honored few… !



Damned are we….
…are we, who fall for, swoon and croon and sway to the magic of words…drugs us, makes us see things which wed like to see…feel things which wed like to feel….takes us to places wed love to be…lifts us takes us in a sonic speed elevator and places u in a hazy misty cloud where u revel in your dreams…all is bliss…and then ofcourse the descend…
And then when the words ring hollow…words become script, alphabets, communicating tools…when they hurt with its flatness…when they sting with its coldness…let them be what they are…just words…if it is, at all possible

winter musings...

As the steel bird gently lowers me down .....theres a lurch, a catch, a tightening.....'foreign land' takes on a whole new dimension....hits u , screams at u...hush it up.

cocoon...ur family...cuddles u..warms u..smothers u with demands....the world out there remains..a landscape...a sketchy one from my windows...tall cold structures, whizzing droaning cars...stray human figures...open stretches...

miss my home town...yeah i do..the huge looming trees abound....the chirping of seven sisters...twittering of the hustling squirrels...thunderous bark of our german shepherd...the clang of the gate...the cry of the postman...the blaring honking cars/busses(ye i do miss them!!), the incessant phone ring...the feel of grass on ur feet, the gentle caressing cool evening breeze...(not bone chilling or flaming hot), ye the list is going to be endless as the days roll by...(sigh!)

but yes, my home is here, my world....what i make of it...well, set to find out along with my dear ones...whats out there in this land of sand and malls...heat and wealth...dates and kaboos...handsome men and cloistered ravishing women....black gold and mini keralas...mansions and bahkhalas...a/cs and heaters...mcdonalds and ikeas...robes and burkhas...seclusion and adhoora...family and friends....and ....make the most of it...find out more of this place which weve chosen to call home...for now...no major complaints...just few cribbings!! ;)