Lost and never found

These battle scars are here to stay
No sunshine after the rain
No happiness after the pain
I have lost the war and the battle in a day

I see your face

I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You are my only theme

June Tales

Two of my projects are pending approval from the top management and they are due to go out tomorrow.
My new laptop is stuck in the middle of nowhere and god knows when I can get it.
Alot people around me seem to be getting very moody these days.

But the summer is ending and the rains are here, nothing is going to keep my spirits down now! :)

Random Thoughts

The city looks so much better without those hideous hoardings. Whoever thought Chennai had so many trees!
Why do I get emails on enlargement of body parts I do not have?
Despite the flat tyres, swindling cab drivers and non existent para saling- the Pondicherry trip was good. I should blog about it.
I must learn to handle disappointment better
I must learn to handle people better.

My place

Have you every associated a place with a feeling? The coffee shop around the corner always makes me yearn for brownies and the beach makes me nostalgic. But if there would be one place that tops my list it would be "my place". Archiving my old photographs I found these pictures - Views of the sea from my favorite spot. As far I can remember whenever I was angry sad or just plain bored I sought solace in this little spot atop the water tank of my house. I have spent lazy afternoons just sitting there and staring at the endless expanse of the blue ocean and the abandoned light house. Nobody else came there and I could be assured of uninterrupted me time. Sometimes when I am battling office politics and stuck in a apartment with too many flat-mates I wish I had my place even here. Till I find one I shall settle for putting this picture on my soft-board.

Well..

I realized alot of my posts were sad or angry and hence made up my mind to write a happy and cheery one. Till my gmail and all related accounts got hacked. And then I discovered the hacker was someone very close to me. So much for my happy post :(

I like :)

It is better to have loafed and lost than never to have loafed at all.-James Thurber, writer and cartoonist (1894-1961)