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Death Tuesday, July 14, 2009 |

The day I heard it, I could not absorb it. Till today, I have not absorbed it. I don't know if it is possible. Everytime I hear his voice booming out of the radio or walkman or my own comp, I am transported back 12 years in the past. Dancing at a birthday party on Black and White, Listening to Heal the World again and again, Standing in front of that massive poster in my brother's room, Continuously failing to imitate the moon walk, those changing faces in the Black and White Video, Watching the thriller video, Memorizing the booklet which accompanied the history album, Standing in front of the television and screaming out the Earth Song. I could go on and I don't think there is an end to it.

The news of MJ's did not bring tears to my eyes at that time. But I do cry. I weep inside whenever I hear his music. MJ has defined me as much as anything in my life. The music was my childhood, it was my first love. He is gone, but his music is something I will carry forever in my heart.

Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold


God rest his soul.

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Its been too long for two to be together Sunday, May 3, 2009 |


My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like ice like fire
People carry roses
And make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles 
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks she does not bother
She nows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Banker's nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wisemen bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows Cold and Rainy
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

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Lady Starlight Friday, April 3, 2009 |

Walking through a winter night,
Counting the stars
And passing time
I dream about the summer days,
Love in the sun
And lonely bays

I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love,
On one of these lonely winter nights

Dreaming through a winter night,
Memories of you are passing by
It seems to me like yesterday
I think you knew I couldn't stay

I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love
Lady starlight, help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love

Walking through a winter night,
Counting the stars
And passing time
Snow dances with the wind
I wish, I could be with you again

I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love
Lady starlight, help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love

Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love

Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love

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Strawberry Fields Tuesday, November 25, 2008 |

Our serendipitist does not remember lots of things. Three days of extreme debauchery(minus sex) alcohol, weed, gambling, music, party, late night excursions, drunk driving. Serendipitist discovered lots of things and enjoyed them to their fullest extent. Now I am ready to let it all go. It was beautiful for a while but I don't like the after taste. The memory gaps.

This was the best ever Strawberry Fields. There was brilliant music and there was good crowd. I thanked my friend later at night for putting up a great show (which had its consequences since he has just started his Human Rights Project). I met a Sharma who was very drunk and we hit off really quick(with a little help from the Old Monk ). I tried teaching him the harmonica. We looked around for a fallen key on the pathway in absolutely inebriated state(which I found later to be on my desk). We celebrated his birthday. A first year girl was ragged. And yes the highlight we beat up AK who was taking care of both of us. I think I even hugged Vishakh and Vatsa!

So as I mentioned before serendipitist discovered a lot of things. He enjoyed them and now he is ready to move on. Voila!

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