Jobless research endeavours!

Yesterday, as i was putting my boredom to good use and looking up the meaning of the song 'yellow' by coldplay, i came across a lot of different meanings, and yet funnily, i was left with no conclusion. It seems Chris Martin wrote the song and mentioned something about the inspiration for it coming from the yellow pages, another said how it was a sign of 'caution' and how it was about a woman who gave off all 'warning' signs but he still fell for her. Another, about how yellow signifies brightness etc.
I also happened to visit their official site (or so it said) and found out that the equal sign on Chris's hand was not a tattoo but was inked in pen like a constant reminder of the fair trade that they were sticking up for and whom he was singing for. He also wears coloured tapes signifying x and y on his fingers now. Also has a tattoo of 'A' on his hand, signifying 'a' for apple (no he wasnt bad with alphabets, that's his daughter's name...which incidentally is Apple Blythe Alison Martin). Now that his son is Moses, he might just get an 'm'. hehe.
Apparently the band's original name was 'starfish' but they later borrowed the name coldplay..which comes from a poem! Singer Chris Martin only took voice lessons after they were already famous! Chris martin and jay-z are apparently good friends and mutual fans! And has collaborated with Nelly Furtado on a song from her latest album 'loose'.
More after some deliberation.....:) :p or mindless wandering!

I love these lyrics!! and his voice!

Ordinary People John Legend lyrics
Artist: John LegendAlbum: Get LiftedYear: 2004Title: Ordinary People
Print Correct [Verse 1] Girl im in love with you
This ain't the honeymoon
Past the infatuation phase
Right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue everyday.
[Bridge]
I know i misbehaved
And you made your mistakes
And we both still got room left to grow
And though love sometimes hurts I still put you first
And we'll make this thing work
But I think we should take it slow
[Chorus] We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh) This time we'll take it slow
[Verse 2]
This ain't a movie no
No fairy tale conclusion ya'll
It gets more confusing everyday
Sometimes it's heaven sent
Then we head back to hell again
We kiss then we make up on the way
[Bridge] I hang up you call
We rise and we fall
And we feel like just walking away
As our love advances
We take second chances
Though it's not a fantasy
I Still want you to stay
[Chorus] We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh) This time we'll take it slow
[Verse 3] Take it slow
Maybe we'll live and learn
Maybe we'll crash and burn
Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave, maybe you'll return
Maybe another fight
Maybe we won't survive
But maybe we'll grow
We never know baby youuuu and I
[Chorus] We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow
(Heyyy) We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow

im feelin the same way all over again!

In love again!

The smile that colours my face-
Dipped in passion,
Steeped in love!
A flash of that special something,
A fire aglow!
On a fiery day, its snow!
The complementary other half;
All that rings in your ear is his laugh.
A caress-
The smell of his cologne lights up my thoughts.
Yes, those forbidden kisses that flirt with danger.
Those clichéd names when imagination evades you.
Whispers of affection,
Tangled in your arms,
Unravelling a mystery,
I revel in the unknown.
Delving into the abyss of your mind,
I dive in.
The corners of my mind you bring alive,
The sweetest thought-
You’re mine!

Sangeetha Sivaraman
16/06/06
9.00am

Food for thought??

Sometimes i wonder, is it just me? or the female psyche? or the collective wisdom of the generations that came after the discovery of the cocoa bean? Does chocolate really alleviate your grief, pain, depression and generally a kind of a low?
I know i am not alone though. I know of more than a dozen girlfriends who feel blue and gray all day..and then dive into chocolate and the next thing you know...their mind is calmer, happier and generally less affected. For me, anything with sugar content works...today's remedy for stress buster= cake fudge from my beloved corner house!! If i may tantalise your senses describing chocolate- its velvety smooth texture, the feeling of pure heaven melting in your mouth, the mother of all comfort foods, your ticket to fantasy land in a world of facts, delightfully delicious and marvellously miraculous.
Mayb alanis morisette's pms singing has a lot to do with lack of good chocolate!!! Btw..if you haven't already tried...belgian chocolate truffles...do so soonest!! Can i become a chocolate addict? or am i one already? mayb i'll have to go to rehab what with new found cures to new found diseases! Just as Captian Haddock grabbed his drink...i will grab another spoon of this trickle of ecstasy in my world of churning brains!
Inconsequential as it may b..i'll also drop in a tad of trivia...according to ynr.blogthings...im white chocolate! ( i dont even lik it!!).
:) oh and for all those of you who didnt find even one sentence interesting so far (why would you read till here though?), chocolate is also known for its properties as an aphrodisiac!
there! Sex always works!

Poems I have written

here goes!!
These are some of the poems i have written recently. I am no biggie at this but i have recently grown to love poetry and appreciate the art of saying so much with so little. Though i am verbose, i appreciate brevity!
:)


Sunshine Boulevard

A surprise visit,
A new day revisited.
Having the had,
Getting the gotten?
; Thoughts of that day forgotten.
Sunshine boulevard-
Smiles are grimaces,
Cries are few,
Yet I soak in a feeling new.
Turnings curved,
Stones turned.
What I knew unlearned!
A fountain of feelings?
A pool of experiences?
I crash into you.
The fire within simmers,
Until I glow.
I outshine the rest.
Headfirst into a puddle of
What is?
What was?
And has been.
Sunshine Boulevard,
My past remains to be seen
And wide awake is my dream!

Sangeetha Sivaraman 21/5/06



Love on lost ground


Loyalty’s string tightly bound,
My love lorn palace found;
Where the seeds of infidelity bloom and blossom,
And where you reap what you sow.
Together- a world of the presently past,
What holds in store for tomorrow?
Deadly Devotion,
Silent surrender,
The victor of my heart- a rule bender.
Promises to make or keep?
Look me in the eye and tell me where and when our love died.
A word…
A sigh…
A reminder of the world gone by.

Sangeetha Sivaraman
1st November, 2005
10.27pm


I think…

A thought surfaces…
Reasons many…
I disagree…
A cheer greets a tear.
Transcending thought,
In cold blood lies my fear.
What if I didn’t think?
Well…that’s a thought!

Sangeetha Sivaraman
11.40pm
7/03/06

Holiday accounts!

I love travelling and also writing, so yeah...so far i've got only two down on paper. I hope to visit a lot more places and write more!

Memoir of our trek to SiddharaBetta


With memories fresh from the last plan of ours- to go out-that had crashed, we awaited the 2nd of July with eager anticipation, and to know if our plans were really coming true. The bus was scheduled to depart at 5.00pm and we were supposed to have gathered at 4.45pm, but much to our bitter-sweet dismay, we were on our way only at 6.10pm. As all other important occasions (who ever said education was on that list?), we started trickling in to the venue at an excited 4.40pm.
There were fifteen or so girls, including me, Shreya’s mom, her cousin brother, and her sister. Besides us, there was a family-with two of the most daring, and obnoxious daughters, 4 engineering students (girls), and some Bengali blokes (whom according to us all, were having their own little affairs with the engineering girls, and wandering eyes).
There is something about a journey to a holiday that makes the ride a voracious one. It was as if, food was unknown and had to be discovered. A few minutes from Gurunanak Bhavan, we began digging out-sheepishly at first and conspicuously later on, packets of junk. We were travelling by a Pushpak bus. We began the journey, bidding goodbyes to parents as if, on our first journey away from home (quite characteristic of their behaviours on our return from school excursions as children). We first talked in whispers, in pockets of “the sophiaites, and the Npsites, the family and another, and of course, those vocal Bengali blokes too”. Later on, though, we enjoyed playing DC, 20 questions and the like. After which, again, the evening brought with it a sombre mood. A debate or rather, a discussion on the various aspects of life, and other philosophical truths, interspersed with gossip/ trivia such as “Orlando Bloom looked really gay in Troy”.
Dinner time came and went; we were not perturbed as we were assured of meals when we reached.
By the time we had reached our destination it was 10.30 pm or so, and we were informed that dinner was being prepared- a little shocked but ready for any adventure, we resolved to answering nature’s calls in the not so pleasant toilets. The rooms, were little holes of brick and cement-some still under construction, and the others, with a decorative block of cement on one corner. However, since we were in one big group, we were given the roomiest of them all- a choultry hall, with nothing but floor for comfort. But it was of some comfort, that, all of us were in there for fun and didn’t really give a damn as to whether we were as comfortable as home- as in the wise words of a fellow companion “ what more can you expect for Rs. 275/-?”
The sky was a vast expanse of the darkest blues, freckled with pearls from outer space. It was a rich sky, and teeming with this air of the divine. It’s not very often that we get to see a clear night sky, but that it was not just ‘clear’, and was an unrestricted view through open air, was absolutely awesome. For a long time, we just kept shining our torches around, exploring where we were, but through it all, we kept stopping and gazing up and marvelling at the spectacle.
Dinner was finally served (not worth a mention, except the appalam). After this, we sat around a warm campfire, and just gazed into its majestic glow. Not much was said, but many pictures taken, and then we retired to our hall, and savoured the last few minutes of fresh air before being locked up in the hall for safety sake!
Who ever said that a full night’s rest was necessary before embarking on any strenuous activity? We stayed into the wee hours fully engrossed in our game of Uno (and suk’s and my game of collection). It was not until I couldn’t distinguish one card from the other that we spread out our bed sheets on that stony floor. Simple comforts of a pillow are appreciated in its endearing absence. All the same, we slept late and woke up early in that frigid place. The night made us fearless, but morning brought with it some sanity- there was no way we were having a bath in cold water in all that coldness!
We set off at about 6.30am or so after a ridiculous recital of our names and occupations in a circle. Just when the Bengali men thought they would get a bit of an intro, we said our names followed by “trekking”- talk about great expectations!
Well, describing every rock and boulder and every manoeuvre would be a bit tenuous to the reader, and unnecessary and inefficient on the part of the author. However, the entire climb ups, the slip downs, the slide downs and the groping, and occasional groaning were all variables in that constant of happiness. We tunnelled and squiggled and squirmed and finally made it out of our little wonderland in the caves and headed to breakfast. Before this though, the Rs.3 holy bucket of water poured on our heads-from the fresh water source in the caves, is worth a mention. Other remarkable sights were naturally formed shiv ling and also the tendrils of the banyan tree that invaded a magnificent spot in the caves making it picture perfect.
Monkeys were all around, ever eager to grab any food that they could lay their eyes on. It was a bit frightening, especially when we were faced with monkeys on one side and a cliff on the other. The view from the peak was wonderful, and there were picturesque ponds, with the coolest waters that soothed all those nicks and scrapes acquired during the climb up. Though it was early in the day, it felt as if, evening was approaching and the breeze was beautiful. After taking a whole lot more pictures in every place we thought was worth the frame- quite a LOT!, we began our journey downhill. Much to my surprise, it was the trek down that was more tiring than the trek up. As in life, the ups are really good but the downs are when you need to slow down and watch your step!
Our knees were knocking about and our legs shivering, but all the same, we made it down safely and trudged back to our new found house- with nothing in common but construction material! We began our return a bit after our descent and were taken to some other temples on the way back, but the whole lot of us remained glued to our seats and a bit less thrilled by the prospect of scaling another peak especially when there was no extraordinary view promised.
Much to our mother’s delights, we regarded their food as God Sends from Leela Palace! We were a bit liberal with our 7 star ratings after the trip made our palates immune to the unpalatable. The trek was one experience amongst those that make life one joyous ride. The bonds grew, and the roots of our friendships thickened and got a hold on us- our final hugs, as if begging for another trek, much against bodily pain. Yet, we move on, as always, with memories to cherish.
It is very often, that we enjoy a moment in retrospect; this time however, I am glad I truly made the most of it while it lasted. I would recommend to anyone who intends to visit the place to carry good food, and adequate bedding, but most importantly an open mind, to absorb all that nature has to offer. We never stop learning and this was a very enriching experience and taught me the magnificent quality of nature.
As we return to our normal routines, a trip to the outside lingers at the back of my mind, longing to go again. So until then, adios, ciao and ENJAAY MAADI!!!
Yella ok, routine yaake?

Sangeetha Sivaraman
04/06/05

The other one is too long, so i dont want to post it here...prolly may send it on request( to those i haven't i already sent it to:P)

And Some More...

Patience/A time to come…

With tears fresh
And morning new,
I came to see what
Silence could do.

Yes,
I stood the test of time and fate-
The myth of love;
But mostly the hate.

It was easy to say ‘how’
But difficult to comprehend,
Why?! Life had gone by.

The feeling of pain
Washed out my youth.
It’s lukewarm fuzzy feeling
Numbing the truth.

Though unkind to say,
My day of deliverance will be
When he goes away,
And all my skies aren’t grey.

Sangeetha.Sivaraman 6/12/05

Thoughts seem to flow

Thoughts seem to flow,Ooze and follow.
Many a time I wonder
Who is it really for?
Was it meant for me to realise my faults?
Or for the repair of the faults which weren’t really so?
The tension builds up
Aspirations follow at close distance
Results however remain at a cautionary space apart
Funny, how thoughts of many a thing can haunt at
Any a time….
Passing thoughts,
Deeply rooted thoughts,
Ridiculous thoughts,
Imponderably factual thoughts…
A clear pathway, so hard to find
Inefficient chemicals or perhaps the result of too
Many.
An envelope of voices blankets me from this world of
Truth , silence and peace…
Does this world really exist?
I am too far off in my own thoughts to distinguish the knocking of the real world on my soundproofed door
Hiding me from this truth in a world of ear piercing ,shrill and unpleasant NOISE.
I think, and yet aware of benefiting my confiners , I think.
Surrender to my confines and let time slip away is my final decision.

THE INVINCIBLE TREE

Sunk in the depths of time
And yet,
I start anew.
Survival of the fittest!

Flashes of incidents –
Race before my absorbing eyes.
I am witness to gore,
Witness to the so called ‘evolution of life’.
I too have learned to change with times.
Time does heal.

Queer, how no one cares.
Self service is indeed the best.
I am sturdy due to my basis of perseverance,
A strongly evasive nature.
Stubborn? Possible.

Narcissus may lick the dust of my bare hands.
My grace and mystifying nature…
Entwines and transfixes.
The blindest and most unhearing of them all are in my hands.

Genetic disposition favours me.
Endows me with unsurpassed nobility.
A trickle of malice in nobility supreme.
I never professed divinity and yet,
Such a complementary countenance is mine for the taking.

Follow.
In my entrails is evident infallible accuracy of working.
Responsibility on my part or my creator’s…
I wonder.

My opposing ends synchronise to produce,
The harmonic note of symphony- a master piece.
Unlike many, a thing of awe- in the living.

Fascinating?
Wait a while, I will give you a guided tour.
When did you last lay your eyes on Lady Luck?
A deep rooted sense of satisfaction.
The pleasure of imbibing goodness from all around.
O virtuous visitor, what is your opinion?

It has been years, almost habitual.
I have decided to remain.
And my decision is ALWAYS final.
But no, that is history.
Treasure chest of the past.
Behold now, new age society.
A sapling replaces my aging and wrinkled face!
Youth renewed?
Modern science has climaxed.
The essence of immortality I behold.
Yet, a life of seclusion, a boon in the company of unawares.
Marauding hounds.

Humility and Servility have become a reality.
Fruits of my change are in demand.
The breeze of time corrodes my very pride.
Pity fills my writhing heart.
I will not give up.
Time and Again
I will remain.

Memory acquits me of all guilt.
I am a prisoner of this century,
Perhaps, the next generation would be better informed?
I wait and watch.

Until the end of time,
I will myself from torment exempt.

Welcome!!

Dear all,
This is my space to write, write, write, and possibly bore you to death, however, its my blog..and its my prerogative!! :) This site will be my space to finally flex my writing muscles (which are quite weak as of today). I hope all of u help me make this a nice blog..and one that is worth viewing!
Take care,
Sangeetha