lovers at first sight, in love forever

Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wond’ring in the night
What were the chances we’d be sharing love
Before the night was through.
Something in your eyes was so inviting,
Something in you smile was so exciting,
Something in my heart,
Told me I must have you.

thank god for frank sinatra!

c'est ou?

what if all of us where to take this world seriously? where would all the poets go? to be more personal, what would happen to the likes of me, who thrive on a generous dose of "ridiculosity"? a scary scenraio, by all means. and yet, that's what we seem to be hurtling inexorably towards today. the tiny, insignificant details, the idiocy of even the most pompous asses, the stupid outbursts of a drunkard or a revolutionary--c'est ou? life's rather deadly serious right now. we all seem to be talking about earning good money, owning a pent-house, with a holiday in malibu thrown in, these days. perfectly justified. nothing wrong with wanting the good of mankind. but what about upholding madness, irrationality? so you think i've got my priorities all mixed up? well it's that very thought of yours which i wish someone would challenge. i wish, for once, someone would look out of that tiny picture-frame and at least try and comprehend that a larger picture exists out there.

how far will u go?

a funny piece of news. the other day on tv i saw this report about number plates of taxicabs. the whole hullaballoo was centred around the number four being an unlucky number in the japanese culture. things became rather acute because of certain very important exams which would decide the future of millions of students in that country. so as to ensure the absence of all kinds of ill-luck, parents did not want their kids going for the exams in cabs which had the number four on their number plate. the end result? some of the biggest taxi companies in japan decided to take off all the cabs which had the dreaded number. age of progress and civilization???