Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Just not the monsoon I was waiting for….(Part 4)


There was one a person who made me feel safe,
Held my hand when I began to fall from grace.

This person was my angel, she's the one I miss,
She brought me love and endless happiness.

Why did you have to go please tell me why?
Now I have to drink and do drugs just to get by.

I wish you were here love, I miss you so much,
No one even knows what I would do just for your one single touch.

Why does everyone else get to have there loved ones near
Do they know I'd do anything to have my princess here?

I'm sad and lost girl, won’t you help me find my way?
Will you get rid of the tears I cry each day?

I know the answer and the answer is no,
Coz for me to move on I have to let you go.

Honey I love you and thank you for all you did for me
And I hope someday you will miss me and come back to me.

For all those that have there lovely ladies, hold her tight,
Don’t ever say you hate her even when you fight.

For you never know when she might have to go
And the pain that it brings..... I hope you never have to know.  


Tuesday, October 5, 2010



The day ended usually as it daily happens with some card and booze drinks in the boys hostel. I was thinking of replying to one of my friends message on facebook. I was deeply moved by the content of a mail in my inbox and I thought to share it over here. I squinted through it but believe me I read it again with my glasses on.




In Washington DC, at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.  During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. 

After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing.  He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar.  A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly.  The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time.  This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes:
The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.  About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.
After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over.  No one noticed and no one applauded.  There was no recognition at all.

  No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world.  He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a Stradivarius violin worth $3.5 million dollars.  Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story.  Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the DC Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:
      *In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
      *If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
      *Do we recognise talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .

How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?