What would life be without dance and drama. Yup that is my topic of discussion. Tell me can you imagine a life with no color? A life with no shape, no edges, just round and predictable. We often like to sing, dance, and act out our emotions on stage or off stage. It satisfies a need in us, a need for peope understanding us and relating to us and appreciating us and applauding us. Lights - Camera - Sound - Action!
Woman: Lekin tum aisa nahin kar sakte, I am about to have your baby (tumhare bacche ki maan banane waali hoon)
Man: (hisses) Yeh Jhoot hai, tum jhoot bol rahi ho (you are lying)
Woman: (Angrily) Kaminey tu kuta hai
Man: Koi Shuck (the guy was not Shahid from Kaminey - otherwise the dialog would have been CUT)
Director yells "CUT"
Director: That was an awesome shot madam.
Madam breathing heavily, snaps her fingers and looks hungrily at the guy who was playing in the film. She has a strong need to be with him.
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Friday, June 25, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Thoughts
Avocado rice and kabab .. hmm pretty innovative dining at my end. The night stares silently as I hear the bugs
chatting .. my eyes are empty
Coz there are no eyedrops left .. and I smile .. faintly .. and I smirk beligently .. and I sing voraciously .. and
in the end the night
the night stares at me with a moonless blanket as I tweet and twitter and tell a few tales waiting for an avatar
with a tail to come and ...
sweep me off the floor with his tail and I smile and I smirk and I sing while he smiles and smirks and sings a
song about wind and fruits ..
about passion and flutes about dining and wining about tales and sails .. and we smile in rapture, we smirk at
others and we sing together .
a song that is ours a sail that is small a house that we've built in a hollow tree on a mountain green where wind
sings and fruits fall ..
fruits fall upon our garden filled with roses and jasmine .. and we stare at eachother fervently passionately
relentlessly ... together w u
chatting .. my eyes are empty
Coz there are no eyedrops left .. and I smile .. faintly .. and I smirk beligently .. and I sing voraciously .. and
in the end the night
the night stares at me with a moonless blanket as I tweet and twitter and tell a few tales waiting for an avatar
with a tail to come and ...
sweep me off the floor with his tail and I smile and I smirk and I sing while he smiles and smirks and sings a
song about wind and fruits ..
about passion and flutes about dining and wining about tales and sails .. and we smile in rapture, we smirk at
others and we sing together .
a song that is ours a sail that is small a house that we've built in a hollow tree on a mountain green where wind
sings and fruits fall ..
fruits fall upon our garden filled with roses and jasmine .. and we stare at eachother fervently passionately
relentlessly ... together w u