19.10.06

An 'ode' to a wonderful mood, though not literally...I just cannot be poetic *sigh*

The mood is festive. And I guess, as with everybody else, I am so happy... it's that I believe I can fly feeling. Especially the sight of the stores opposite my place. Besides being lit up like Christmas trees, they are decked as prettily with mounds of chcocolate boxes, fancily tied boxes of Danish cookies, Munchinis and what not.

All of this put together, even the biggest of stories that I have to churn out have not been able to make me feel put out.

So I think I dreamt this happy dream today morning. I was strolling on a beach with my friends and soaking in the sounds and sights. I can still hear the gushing sound of the waves. And then add to it, that it had the people I love in it. There were my parents asking me where I was headed to each time I left the house, and my friends of course with whom I checked out the flea market on the beach. Oh I wish it was for real.

I put on some Billy Joel numbers after I woke up. This particular number is my song for the day:


She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth, but she'll never believe
And she'll take what you give her as long it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me

Ohhh... she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time
Ohhh... and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind

And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding
But she?ll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's always a woman to me

She's frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
But she's always a woman to me...

14 comments:

n.g. said...

lighted up no, lit up.

and why are you singing odes to women? sing odes to guys, leave the women to me.

AB said...

Yes. Yes. Gosh am I embarrassed. Once I wrote, I alit from somewhere. So my boss asked me whether I was on fire!

And that's not part of the ode. Moron. You can do all the singing you want to, to men and women.

n.g. said...

why would i sing odes to men? just because ur lazy dont expect me to do your dirty work.

Essar said...

lol @ Nish.

Grey Shades said...

Sometimes I wonder why good moments such as these are so rare! Nice number there lady! Hope you had a great Diwali!

FiNK said...

earned her reprieve, i always thought? could be wrong. i sing some songs almost entirely wrong

Penny Lane said...

I'm going to watch Billy Joel live in a couple of weeks!

AB said...

Grey Shades: If they weren't rare, we wouldn't treasure them I guess. Yes, Diwali was fun.

Fink: Earned her reprieve yes. But here it is earned her degree. I do that too, mouthing my own lyrics;)

Penny lane: Oooh I wanna come too! Where is he going live?

Sonal said...

Where art thou?

AB said...

Sonal: On planet work:0)

Penny Lane said...

Melbourne! Coming over?

AB said...

Penny Lane: Ha ha...now that's a good question? Will I be ever anywhere other than work? Its one of those crib days I guess...

sinusoidally said...

It is good to see that you are happy. I have been so behind in reading blogs...how are you?

AB said...

sines: Hey you...I am fine:)