Saturday, April 18, 2009

More than Susan Boyle

Susan Boyle is the new sensation .. .an incredible performance on 'Britains got talent' .. Sort of the underdog coming victorious .. more than 3 million views. Its a heart rendering performance which made me completely emo :) .  As usual multitude opinions, and because I am too bored to connect them together  I am just going to list them out.

First since I am so much a lyrics person i did look up the song. And it is such a sad song ... I guess some of the tears in  the audience could be attributed to the song. 'I dream a Dream'.

Second the song is from  'Les Miserables'.  Bought back fond memories. No, I have never read the book. Every summer vacation grandpa used to read out bits from classics in his amazing library as bed time stories. 'Les Miserables' soon become a favorite , so much so that I never could read the book.

Third, the prejudice based on looks. And the kindredship we feel when an ugly person makes it. Kind of ironice and yet complimentary isn't it.  

Signing of with the song which could make ne one depressed :) ( ya that was a forced smilie) 

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Thursday, April 2, 2009


He calls me by this name.
Among other names. But this one is special. 
In a lanuage I understand but vaguely. It is not a traditional nickname. Or atleast not one I have heard before. I can best define it as a combination of two words. But words from which all the nuances have been chopped off. What remains is just the emotion. It starts off with devotion and then suddenly twists into this arrogance which underlies his ownership. 
I wonder if he feels this name is more special than the others. If he realises that this is more than a sweet nothing?
When I hear him say it I realize this is for real. 
Promise. Assurance. Confidence. Tenderness. Maybe even love.
And when he is not around I replay it in my mind , perfecting his tone in my imaginations. 
Again and again. Till I can be almost sure that he is next to me. That I need to but open my eyes to find him. 
Thus hidden in my name there exists the summons to him. And to all the beauty of the future.