Another sad song...

I dont know why I keep adding to this blog. Its insane.

The Long and Winding Road
by The Beatles
The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before it always leads me here
Leads me to your door

The wild and windy night that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way
Many times I've been alone and many times I've cried
Anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back to the long and winding road
You left me standing here a long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to you door

But still they lead me back to the long and winding road
You left me standing here a long, long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here (Don't keep me wait), lead me to you door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Police with dogs! Scary ;) 

Party time 2 

Party time 

Me and Stupid?

angel eyes says:
oh trust me
angel eyes says:
i knew it was u
angel eyes says:
only u could be that stupid

I always wanted to stand out in a crowd! And now it has been proved that I do stand out in a crowd! :D
I am the happiest man on Earth today!
Thanks angel eyes!

Love and Loneliness

Love is:
You are that flower which spreads its scent,
in the streets of my heart.
Whether its a short trip or a long journey,
lonely road or a bustling fair,
when I remember you,
I feel lonely in a crowd.
The farther away I get from you,
the closer you come to me.

The scene I imagine is travelling through north India by car. Watching all those small villages and towns roll by as the sun sets slowly. In my heart the loneliness will no longer be there if I have that someone special, their face in my heart. And I know that at the end of my travels.. at the end of the long and lonely road... someone will be there to welcome me with open arms and a open heart.

Till then, I will keep wandering, searching on those empty highways.. for someone.

This reminds me of the times when as a kid and then as an adult, I used to travel around north India, heading to a hill station or a town in a car. Sitting on the front passenger seat. I was never fond of the back seat. Always finding it a bit of a bore. The front seat was where the action was.

Passing all those small small roads leading off from the main highway. Where would they end up? In a village or do they meet with more roads leading off into the horizon. Then I would pass these small villages and towns. Bustling with people, sometimes near dusk the tiny lights of the houses and large lights of the eating places and shops would turn on. So many lives.. so many existances. Do they ever look at the cars and try and imagine where the people travelling in them are coming from or going to?
Seeing so many destinies passing them by must be indeed a moving experience for anyone.
Who knows who ends up where. Who takes what path.
Maybe someone is from hot and humid Mumbai, going to see the Himalayas from Manali, a family from Delhi in that car taking the kids out for the annual summer holiday to Shimla or Mussourie. Those four gentlemen in the car? Maybe they are going to Haridwar to immerse the ashes of a loved one into the holy river Ganga.
All very strange and mysterious. Isnt it?