unwritten

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten.....

natasha bedingfield - unwritten... like the music... love the lyrics :)

to be or not to be [choosy]....

watching tv flipping through the numerous channels i was getting bored of most of the stuff being telecast... i'm sure everyone must have felt this at one time or another.. i thought about the time when i was younger and we only had 2 channels in Doordarshan.. DD1 and DD2! and whatever program they decide to show i was watching it! the minute i was back from school.. i loved some.. others not so much... but i watched them all.. and when there was cable there was more channel surfing.. strange trend..

it led me to wonder... the more the options that we have, the less likelier it is to find something that we like! and the question: 'are we choosy because of the existence of so many choices?? or were all these options created because we were choosy??' !! i mean even in coffee shops you can customize a drink to infinity! 'non-fat no-whip 108 degrees with a shot of french vanilla'...

so if we take away all the choices and give only 2 (regular/decaf) does that mean people will go for one of these without thinking twice? it makes me think about all the choices we make... would be an interesting social experiment..

to finding yourself (your fragrance?)

from Arziyan (Delhi 6)... one of my fav songs in that movie...

Ohhh ek khushbu aati thi,
Oh ek khushbu aati thi,
Main bhatakta jaata tha,
Reshmi si maaya thi,
Aur main taktaa jaata tha,

Jab teri gali aaya, sach tabhi nazar aaya
Mujh mein hi woh khushbu thi,
Jisse tune milwaya
Maula maula maula mere maula

parents and kids...

a person i know was telling me about his daughter... as to how she is at the right age for traveling (she's not too crabby) and how he is going to enjoy the vacation with his family.. he said that he was enjoying every minute of this age when his daughter 'still liked them, and thought that they [her parents] knew something'...

hmm... profound statement.. do kids really stop liking parents when they grow up... sure they learn a lot more, and know more than parents after a certain age (discounting some life's lessons that parents know thru experience)... i think its ok for parents to not know everything.. kids will be ok with it...

as to not liking them... well understanding might be lacking... if each were more open to the others ideas, and paid some attention and made an effort to understand the other might that solve the problem??