Current Status- Lucky Ali's Song on Repeat

Kabhi aisa lagta hai , dil mein ik raaz hai
Jise kehna chahoon , par main keh paaoo na
Aankhon hi aankhon mein keh jaati hai jo ye
Khamoshiyon ki ye kaisi zuba
Maine suna jo na usne kaha ..
Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
Mere khuda mujhe itna bata
Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar....

Kabhi aisa lagta hai , anjaani pyaas hai
Par simti hoton mein vo reh paaye na
Kaisa ehsaas hai , koi to paas hai
Ye dooriyan hain phir kaisi yahan
Mehki lage ye saari fiza
Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
Mere khuda mujhe itna bata
Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar

...Ye sach hai chahat pe kabhi kisi ka bhi zor nahin...
Dilbar ki yaadon ko bandhe aisi koi dor nahin
Sab kuch vohi par lagta naya
Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
Mere khuda mujhe itna bata
Kya aisa bhi hota hai pyar

Kabhi aisa lagta hai , dil mein ik raaz hai
Jise kehna chahoon par main keh paaoo na
Aanhon hi aankhon mein keh jaati hai jo ye
Khamoshiyon ki ye kaisi zuba
Maine suna jo na usne kaha ..
Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
Mere khuda mujhe itna bata
Kya aisa bhi hota hai pyar....

...Ik pal jo mil jaaye phir vo chala jaaye door kahin...
..Duniya mein is dil ke jaisa koi majboor nahin...
Maine suna pyar karta jahan
Kya aisa hi hota hai pyar
Mere khuda mujhe itna bata
Kya aisa bhi hota hai pyar....

Kaleidoscope (Nov. 11th, 2010)

And the journey has begun…

I am currently seated at the London Heathrow airport, in a warm little corner, feeling a little calmer after that mozzarella tomato croissant I just paid I don’t know how many pounds for. I needed it.

And now I can actually pen down the thoughts that have been circling in my head for some time now.

I no longer have my cutesy lime green DELL laptop. I have the new chic metallic grey HP. I must say that getting used to the keyboard has not been so bad. As a matter of fact, with my style of typing, I find the HP keyboard to be a better fit. It retaliates the pangs of my fingers with some dignity, and muffles the sound of my rigorous punching. I like it. I can be passionate without disturbing others.

That said, there is still a little hunger left in me somewhere. Had my hunger been completely satisfied, I would have slouched in to a comfortable sleep.

Heathrow. I believe this is my sixth time at this airport, but somehow it manages to look different each time. I always expect brown faces as I enter Heathrow, but I am still amazed by how every other person is “desi.”

So, I am people watching. Looking at people from France, Norway, UK, India, etc etc.. I am listening to the multitude of languages that surround me, deciding which ones I want to speak some day.

In the midst of all this, I am obviously checking out guys. I learned something about myself today. I really really have a thing for FOREIGN guys. Now, you may wonder what foreign means. Foreign means unlike me. I realized that I like certain white guys, I like certain DARK guys, and just WEiRd looking faces.

God help me, for this is dangerous. I now know that while others have called Indian girls exotic, and I believe that that has been, in part, my sex appeal, I too have fallen prey to this exotic mystique trap.

Does the human mind really enjoy mysteries? And to explore that issue further, what happens when that face becomes familiar?

As I head to Bangalore and then to Mysore, I must beware of those mysterious, sexy, down-to-earth, intelligent South Indian guys.

Oh Gosh! AND I LOVE ACCENTS! And I really do love the Indian Accent.

Why oh WHY! WHY are we so attracted to such differences!

Anyway, it is about time for me to check on my flight status.

Peace!


AFTERTHOUGHT

People are beautiful. Their languages are beautiful. Russian, Spanish, French, all of them..! I feel sorry for those people that have very clearly defined guidelines for beauty. Imagine all the different gene combinations at work, working like a kaleidoscope, producing a unique face each time.

Let yourself be surprised. Don’t set your mind for what is beauty. I take this moment to remind myself to carry this over in my understanding of people as well. Don’t expect people to fit the framework you feel is best. Allow yourself to be taken by surprise. Just not too far perhaps ;-)