What if God was one of us

*Deleted Post*

That was just insane.
Singing without a reason - just had to be taken off the air
:)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Oh Darling

Image
I never had a traumatic childhood. Well, the usual trauma stuff, you know. Not enough to write a book about or blame everything wrong in my current life on. But I sure as hell am having a traumatic workhood. No not the much publicised recession and the like. This is on a whole different plane altogether. Let me give you a glimpse into what I mean. A friend wanted to order a surprise birthday gift for his fiance but didn't want it delivered to his home, lest she saw it and ruined said surprise. So I volunteered my office address (I'm nice that way). With a warning though, that as long as it wasn't anything kinky, adult-ish, or anything to do with cute pink teddy bears. They're all really the same things. So anyway, I'm working from home on Friday and my colleague calls me asking for some help. I say I'm busy and make a great excuse(I'm always learning from Dilbert). Colleague resorts to threats and then blackmail. Says, she'll tell everyone that she...
Read more

Dance Me To The End Of Love

And here I'd almost given up on February. You'd think that once you'd gone ahead and told the months the roles that they'd play, they'd behave. But really all they do is stick their tongues out at you and make a face. Collectively at that too. In April, I had whispered to May to tell June that I had the ring. May gave me the stressful hibbie jibbies instead. I'm not even sure if he passed my whisper on. And then June came. I was ready to fall on one knee. But man, June went on some mischievous-binge then. She threw my game around, surprises around every corner, a hiccup here and a hiccup there, but thankfully, it all played out prettier than a masterpiece. I'll always love June for that. And then I spared the rest. Except for February. All I had told February was to hurry up with the wedding. And all the bugger really did was play the immaculate tease. But now, now it's finally here. And I can hear the music. And I can almost touch her now. It's star...
Read more

Singing In The Rain

Hello. I’m back and I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is that recently, on a moonlit night, sitting on a Parisian bench, opposite the Louvre, I fell on one knee with a ring in open palm, facing the girl. She smiled and said "Ofcourse yes". But not before she took her time. The bad news is that that apparently means I’m engaged. Ok I lie, it’s all good news. And then we went gallivanting across that food and wine flavoured land of the French and drank in it's "live the easy life" obsession. We had cognac in Cognac, crepes covered in nutella in Montmartre and more than is lawfully allowed of our share of croissants, pain au chocolate and coffee. We lived in a chateau inside a vineyard, hosted by a real Count and his Countess, one who's great grandfather commanded the Scindia's army in India. And more, much more. Now I'm back in my tiny Manhattan apartment, she's sipping her chai in her Delhi house and we're talking and laughing abo...
Read more