Monday, November 10, 2008


"You know when you listen to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a train passes by so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway...then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again, you're still in the exact same time with it. That's what love is like"

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Saturday, June 14, 2008


I don't believe professional athletes should be role models. I believe parents should be role models.... It's not like it was when I was growing up. My mom and my grandmother told me how it was going to be. If I didn't like it, they said, "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out." Parents have to take better control.

About Me

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Bangalore, KarnatakA, India
I'm going far away, to another place, People are gloomy, They bring flowers to adorn my grave, All of their faces clammy, With tears and perspiration, Dressed in white, I look from above and feel immensely sad. How can my people do this to me? How can they spoil my happiest moment? I wonder indignantly. I wanna run through the door, And meet all the people I wanted to meet. All the people I was always fascinated with, I wanna ask them about their thoughts and ideas, How they feel about their life, after death. Skate on the rings of Saturn, Sink in deep oceans, never to return. I wanna look over my near and dear, Observe who really mourned me, And who rejoiced my eternal sleep, I wanna cry over others' pain, Without being irritated by worried eyes.

My Dad

My Dad
My Dad is the sweetest he can be. He treats me oh so lovingly. He takes me out and we have fun. I know he loves me more than a ton! He spends his precious time with me, And lets me be all I can be. I like to share my time with my Dad, And tell him about the day I had. He’s there when I need him most, He’s the best Dad from coast to coast. One day when I’m all grown up as can be, He’ll still be the #1 Dad to me!

My Dreams

My Dreams
I never blame myself when I'm not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isn't my fault that I'm not hitting, how can I get mad at myself?

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Green Field