Don't underestimate the power of good intention.

~A, noticed..

"Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could
And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know...."


~Human , The Killers

Living life on your own terms , listening to your heart ; Following it ? Hardest things to do even though seems like they would be the easiest...Sometimes you need to start all over again in order to fly !..

~A , and it's my way....

After 3 years , I have stopped complaining about the cold.And it works.I don't feel so miserably cold in the winters anymore.I have started actually enjoying the winter.The most lovely part is the white blanket that covers up everything. The pretty little shops with decorations from c'mas still hanging and a whiff of white snow blanket covering them.Flakes of snow now and then sweeping across the city.People still dressed warm.And there is absolute beauty at night in the city.People hustling across to different events,friends sharing a drink or couples huddled over coffee whispering sweet nothings.Probably what gives me a warm feeling in the heart is that everybody is indoors all warm and cosy.It's winter and cold outside whereas it's warm and lovely inside.

~A ,glad to have made peace with winters forever....

3 and proud...

I am the patron saint of mediocrity.

~Antonio Salieri ,'Amadeus'

What we think and thank about , we bring about.

I have always heard 'Hope Floats'.I never really knew what it meant until I decided to look it up.Give hope a chance to come up to the surface because it always floats or else it would always sink under the burden of life's trials.So with this thought I hope I am not hoping for much when I say I hope for a year of a little more peace , a little less pain , a dash of joy and a shot of love.Hope there is more good.You don't always need evil to let good triumph.Good in itself is a towering concept which can exist the moment you want it to.Cheers to this canvas called life.

~A , hope floats

So my friend CD asked me to read a book of poetry called 'Howl'. When I was clicking this picture , that is the only word that came to my mind because the wind was sure howling that day.Also for some reason brings back flashes of the movie 'My Left Foot'..

Nothing remains the same forever.Keep the wheels moving...

It's one life and your karma catches up with you.This is your heaven and this is your hell.

Thoroughly enjoyed a 1930's movie...Loved every bit of it.Old charm.

~A, unfashionably old fashioned...

So one more time and this time the right way

~A, hark thy hear the angels sing..

Yeah I am in my dreamworld...sigh sigh...love love...The mere caress of Al Pacino's hand yesterday night as he passed by his fans after his show Merchant of Venice was a dreamy dream..Grew up watching his movies and to actually touch his hand..phew..only love...Well people move aside, cloud nine is booked for the month of December by me...

~A, smitten again..

Don't want to read that book 'cause the ending is too hard to take...

A chance meeting...

My blog cannot be rightly called a spoonful of life if I don't write about the inevitable truth.Death.My hectic pace of work takes me traveling the entire island of Manhattan.Many before me have written about it & many will continue writing after me .But i think each has his own special brush with the buzz of life there.I am not going to write about the historic monuments nor the sky scrapers.I am not going to talk about the arts district nor the broadway theaters in this city teeming with people.I am going to tell my own story from today morning as I changed subway trains one after the other.I was at the 14th street,6 Av station for the L train.This station is kind of isolated.I was waiting for my train when I suddenly heard the feeble egging of a voice behind me.I turned around.A homeless man was on the tracks.He was asking for help to pull him up.Morning trains are quite frequent.This was a moment anything could have happened.He was asking for help with his hand stretched out.I froze.I checked the board.The train was due in 2 mins to depart meaning it would arrive in a min.I froze and I stared at him.The guy next to me just took off and tried to pull him up.The board said - Train arriving.I rushed towards him.By this time the man was halfway up the platform and luckily the train driver saw him and our waving hands & he had already stopped on the tracks.Reason why he had jumped : His only jacket had fallen on the tracks.I got shivers down my spine.Fragility of life & possible meeting with death just caught me unawares this morning.My train arrived & I hopped on.The pace never stops.It's almost like you are on automaton.I kept standing & thinking.My eyes suddenly fell on the book a man was reading-Death by holy orders.He was scribbling a note .It started with I decide to leave behind..I couldn't go on.Just seeing what I had seen a moment back & now chancing upon a possible death note?I decided to shut my eyes.I realized no matter how many theories about life & death I had put forth in front of my friends over good food & conversation I was not ready to face it.Not my own nor someone else's.Does one ever ?

~A, a chance meeting ...

~ She Walks in Beauty~

1
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
2
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
3
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

~A , Byron's all time favorite verses...

The furious strokes of a masterpiece

Her masterpiece was complete.Her palette was in a mess.Color lines blurred.But it was exactly how she had envisioned her masterpiece would be.Perfect.Maybe the invisible wounds of time made her reminisce more.The past seemed more perfect.She furiously brush stroked more.Added more colors.Added more bold lines.Added more vibrancy.She was finally done.She breathed in ,took a step backward.She could no longer recognize what she had done.Had she painted unknown utopia ? Sweat beads trickled down the curve of her moon face.She lay down tired on the naked floor.The sun beams reflected off her perfect masterpiece.The colors almost blinded her.The city noises were now only an insignificant hum in her thoughts as she stared blankly at the blank ceiling.She was carried away back in time.Was she craving a perfectness that never was ? Did she really want that ? The obvious blemishes of the past seemed to be calling out to her from her canvas and yet she smiled.Yes , she had suddenly learned to smile.A slight stream trickled down her eyes.She could feel her smile when she tried to feel the tears.

~A , mulling contemplating

Losing faith in anything and everything..

~A , .....

My mood..My pick ...

Somos Novios
~Andrea Bocelli & Christina Aguilera

Ne me quitte pas
~Jacques Brel

Love Story
~Francis Lai

La vie en rose
~Marlene Dietrich

In Assenza de te
~Laura Pausini


L'Hymne à l'amour
~Edith Piaf