Monday, April 25, 2005

The Reason - Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

The Scientist - Coldplay

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh lets go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Thursday, April 14, 2005

No time...

Ok people, seems like I am a lousy writer after all...there are no comments on the story pages....And I also have been put into another process where I will be busy for some time with training...ok, until later people....

Friday, April 08, 2005

Yellow Roses Part III

I peeked into the rear-view mirror and still indicating directions and not looking so happy now, my passenger had started looking vaguely familiar to me. What world was I in, so far, I thougth. He was looking a mite uncomfortable like something bad he had eaten earlier was just starting to react right now. I had slowed down the cab to a roll, hoping that wherever he wanted to get off was close by soon cause I was also getting uncomfortable. He looked like he was to do something that he did not want to do at all. He looked half crazed in fact. Well, this is not to be, I thought and asked him if he was going to be sick. Taking Fiona around in a car stinking of puke did not seem very interesting. I rolled to a halt and opened the back door. The guy dropped out of the car and looked at me with a scared look on his face. And yes, he did seem very familiar. He was also clutching the flowers with a vague fear in his eyes. The location was quite close to a cemetery too.

Starting to feel very uncomfortable, I thought that this was enough and asked the guy for the fare, so that I could forever be free of the crazed expression on his face for ever. He seemed not not notice me and went past me, walking on the aisle towards two huge black gates opening into a cemetery. It was the Marble Cemetery on that street. That was enough to put me off. But I was determined to see this through and walked slowly behind him. The guy seemed to be crying freely now. Feeling a little bad for him, I was reminded of Alan, an old friend from way back in time. He loved yellow roses too, I thought. He entered the cemetery and seemed to know the path to a particular grave very well. He walked towards the grave and I followed him. The grave seemed very familiar too and I again for the second time that day, felt someone walk over it. A flash of lightning broke the serenity and a clap of thunder followed. The gravestone or should I say gravestones cause there were two and very alike, had very familiar names carved on them. They simply cried, "Felix" and "Fiona". I was thunderstruck. Speechless. My last thought was that the person who was in front of me was indeed my good friend, Alan.

Yeah, but surely, someone was walking over my grave. Life isnt very interesting at the bottom of a six foot hole in the ground you know.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Yellow Roses Part II

Looking back with a half-crazed mind, I was swept with relief to see that there was no one behind me. Concentrate!!, screamed my mind and I happily turned back to the job at hand.

It had seemed like an eternity and maybe it was actually close to it. I turned around just in time to see the old man and the guy happily chatting over the exchange. It was the old man's turn to have the dreamy look in his eyes and I am sure that he was thinking of days gone by when he was young and the world was that much younger. Coming out of the trance, I was actually surprised to see that some women were giving him the eye. It may seem funny now but was a happy feeling then. The young guy, unaware of all this but the flowers in his hand, seemed to be lighter now, floating on air. He dreamily looked around, and I knew the look. It was the look only a customer can give. Not one to leave a chance like this, I quickly tapped him on the shoulder, "Mister, someplace you wanna go?".

"Yes..", he said dreamily. I asked him where and he seemed to mumble something like coronary. It did not seem important, as I could always confirm where he wanted to go once he was in the cab. I pulled his am slightly towards my cab which was plastically screaming "FOR HIRE" on the roof. I opened the back door and he floated in and reclined on the back seat. Note that I say reclined. The plasticky interiors did not in the least seem to bother him and he looked like a king on a trip!. A psychedelic trip that is!. I put the cab into gear and roared off the kerb, snatching a glance at the old man, still looking a little wierd.

Weaving in and out of traffic on the avenue, I finally stole a glance at my passenger who still looked so happy that he would burst. I again asked him where he wanted to go and he mumbled the same thing. But he did give me some directions and I followed them. This time it sounded something like marble. The guy had gone marbles, I thought. But thoughts like "Ours is not to reason why!" and "The customer is king" crossed my mind and i kept the accelerator pretty much sticking to the floor. But he was sane enough to give me directions and I kept taking them. The roads started growing a little narrower and the tree-lines became thicker and the clouds started to eclipse the sun. I had to roll up the windows for the day had decidedly become colder. Something like a chill crept up my spine and left me saying "Brrrr!!". I was crossing on 1st avenue, but it did not seem like that at all. The roads seemed empty of life. Cutting into an empty lane that my passenger asked me to, the day had indeed darkened and cloudy. A cold thought crossed my mind like someone had walked up to my grave. That was a very curious thought for one so alive, hale and hearty, I thought.