I belong... to you and with you.

"It is said that some lives are linked across time connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages - Destiny"
- Prince Dastan from the "Prince of Persia : The Sands of Time".

I know we are.. we have always been. I am on my way. I wont be long.

Ever yours..

A birdie's idea of gardening at home..

..but then what the hell.. as long as theres greenery.

Art Artist and An Audience

A guy I know.. an intriguingly thin fellow.. who hates his given name..who I think.. cant live without an audience. Talented with the pen.. pens by a pen name, is an artist of sorts.

Like all artists big or small.. popular and not quite so, needs constant praise or criticism for what he does. Some times I think he does what he does to be in the spotlight.
Its poppy for him. Addicted. Shit addicted.

The other day he won a couple of grand for somethin he wrote and he wanted the whole world to know that he did. Some thought he was making an ass of himself.. but I thought he just needed it.. he wanted to know how his creation was.. rather how good it was.. perhaps how good or bad, others - his audience.. thought it was. At least he did not hide his desire to be praised or criticised. He was true to himself.

Lou Reed thinks that it's pretentious to create art just for the sake of stroking the artist's ego.  Now.. you are stuck at Lou Reed.. aren't you!! Bums!!!

The point here is that if someone says he/she does something just to satisfy his/her own and not to show off then you can be damn sure that you have just been handed a big pile of dogshit. Everyone wants to be seen..wants to be noticed...wants to be appreciated.. no matter what.. no matter who but everyone wants an audience.

Its in our freakin genes.

Your girlfriend/wife dresses up..does something special with her appearance and her only aim in her immediate life would be to see you make it out and shower a million compliments on her - its a different story that soon you find yourself in ONEEEE shit of a spot when you cant in hell guess whats different about her appearance. 

A kid learns to ride a bicycle and wont rest until the whole world acknowledges it.

Well you show me a kid who stood first in the college and I would show you a dad who wouldn't stop from using the phrase "MY son" in every other sentence for an entire year.

A guy buys a Harley..he wont roam the back alleys but will ride his ass off on the Hollywood boulevard hoping he would get something pretty holding him from behind.

Your mom spends an entire morning making somethin you love to eat...and a small "hmmmm" from your mouth while you devour it lights her face up and she forgets all the hard work she put in since morning. Cliched huh..? Tell me it aint true!!

But then there are times when we do things just for ourselves.

Its a Friday evening and the weather's a breeze..and you need a break from whatever. You grab your car keys and just split. You just hit the freeway and drive. You don't care if someone notices your pep ride or not.

After a hard day's work you come home and you are famished.. and decide to cook your heart out and binge. You dont need anyone to tell you that you have magic in your hands when it comes to makin your taste buds go crazy.

On a rainy night you grab a fag and take a draw. Dont we all know how that feels!! AAhhh!! 

And at that moment...do you care if you look like James freakin Bond to the girls??!! NAAhhh!!

You play an audience to yourself. You are the artist and you are the audience.  But you need an audience none-the-less.

And the Dreamers... well what do you know about these guys.. 

these guys they dont go for a stadium full of people.. they dont long to be popular...they dont want to be superstars.. All they need is that one special person who means the world to them to take notice. Only one and Just that one alone is thier audience. Nothin else counts..THEY themselves dont count. One celestial smile from that one person they'll happily kiss all the gold you can find them in the universe goodbye without a moments thought. If not for this audience, the artists inside them dont matter a nickle.

Divas or dunces.. freaks or the fabulous.. nerds or the narrowheads...royals or the roadside rockstars.. everyone needs someone..anyone..at least one.

An audience in itself is an artist's amazing art - S's V.

..capturing company!!

Walking up that hill across those harvested fields, was like talking to them. I was there watching as my friends were trying to capture em through their lenses.

It was once plush with the crop.. life buzzing on it. But now after the harvesting, it just looked lonely. I dont know for how many days and how many nights. Destiny as it was, it had visitors that one day. I was a stranger to that field but I thought I was being a friend to it just by standing there for at the least that moment. But then I realized that in fact, it was keeping me company and not the other way around. As if it understood that I needed it... even when it knew it would not be enough.

In that half hour I spent there, the few pictures I took were lookin after me. My friends were lookin after me. Some by walking by my side.. and some by being in those pictures.

It has been a couple of days since then.. but when I look at those pictures I know, those friends are right there watching over me.. keeping me company for they know there will be more days like these ahead when I am going to need them.

Would I ever pay a visit again.. I dont know. But if someone asked me if my friends visited me.. I would say.. that they did.. every single time I looked at those pictures.

My map..

You meet people.. I mean all kinds of people.

Some are good, some are bad... some polite.. some rude..

simple..and not so simple. You figure some out.. and you wonder about some.

You are intrigued by some.. surprised by some..

Some make you feel..why cant you be like them..

and some.. you are glad that you are not like them.

Some come into your life and stay.. some come and go..

some come in fast..and leave just as fast..sometimes faster..

Some you choose and some choose you..

Some you hang on to..and some you let go..

Some call you up at 3 in the morning and some dont.. at all..

Some are close and some you close the door on.

So many.. so so many.. in your life..

and yet they dont sum your life up..they just dont add up..

..until you bring in that someone that became your life without even asking you..or telling you..

..you just realize it some cosmic moment.. and everything makes sense..

your life starts to mean something.. you dont understand it rightaway..but it feels like its falling into place... and seems like all those somethings are adding up ..

..like you had a map with no names of places you had been to .. places you had lived your whole life in and then.. suddenly the names begin to appear.. and all the roads lead to that cosmic moment.. and thats it..

.. like there is no map after that.. like you dont need one after that..

you arrived at where you are supposed to be..where you belong..

I had a map.. and I had arrived.. I had found my someone.. its just that I have to go a lil further.. and am on my way.. and I know.. I wont be long.. you promised!

..stars...

..used to gaze at em..for hours together lyin on the terrace..

wanted to be able to tell my direction..

.. i gaze in every direction ..now

want to be able reach my star.. one of em should take me to mine...right?

someday.. surely

..one day!