Heading Home

It's been a long four months in more ways than one. September, October, November, December and most of January. I guess that makes it more like five months. Its surprising how easy it is to loose track of time. One day you're a student, just out of college. And five months later you're head on into work life. The sheer routine of work life changes you mentally and physically, I mean who would've thought that I would wake up everyday at 6:40, alarm or no alarm. And the past four months have been quite and ordeal and quite an adventure. I never thought I would have a Malaysian for a roommate, Egyptians, Syrians, Indonesians, Americans, Australians ,Canadians and Thai for friends. And after the last few months of training I can say that I am rated upto -30 C, and when I said this a few months before I was joking but now i would be dead serious. Because it isnt funny.
So Im done with training school and im heading into the field, more travelling, from rig to rig, but before all that I get to go home. And the pleasure that I derive from just looking forward to being home is like nothing i've ever felt before. I didnt know I could come to miss a place so much, a place I lived in for the 21 years of my life.
So thats what is up, after a month of being terribly busy, im going home, and I hope to meet anyone and everyone. All the people that fill up the city I call home.
(I rambled a bit on this one, Rambling Rantings..why ever did I call this blog that??)

Divine

I was listening to M.S.


kurai onrum illai maraimoorththi kanna
kurai onrum illai kannaa
kurai onrum illai Govinda

kannukku Theriyaamal nirkinraay kannaa
kannukku Theriyaamal ninraalum enakku
kurai onrum illai maraimoorththi kannaa

A rough translation I found somewhere

I have no complaints, my Lord
None
Lord of WisdomKannan!
Though you stand Where I cannot see You,
My light, my very eyes,
Protector of all beings,
I know You sustain me

Moving....

Homeward Bound

I’m sittin’ in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one man band
Homeward bound,I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Everyday’s an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger’s face I see
Reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Tonight I’ll sing my songs again
I’ll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptyness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Homeward boundI wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me
Silently for me

-Simon and Garfunkel

Upliftment

The song was bare, and he was sick.
The table drumming drew him in
The rhythm he found too hard to resist
Sick enough to hear voices in his head.
The whole orchestra was playing.
The entire audience was singing along.
And the bare song drummed along.
It was playing in his head.
There was a crescendo, a grand finale.
Then he was sweating. He felt better.

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