In the making

a million little pieces of I are scattered over the universe. a million little moments of this life of mine, must be collected here. one day I will meet myself and you will meet yourself. and we'll try to feel the same, together. this is a preparation, a note, an expectation, a hope and letter to the one and the unknown

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Name: Manveer Grewal
Location: Chandigarh, India

Aged 21, Born 18 September (1700 hours if you must know), Student of Bachelor of Arts (hardly), Resident of Chandigarh (gladly), an AIESECer (madly), a wanna-be cyclist, a mumbo-jumbo philospher, a silent unsocial introvert also a yap-yap 'where is the party tonight' extrovert, aspiring Psychologist/ Agriculturist/ Educationist/ Film maker/ Global Nomad/ Revolutionist, a growing up kid to his parents, Mr-I-am-going-to-change-the-world-or-something to himself and scared of heights,& a wanderer who knows, sometimes.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Songs are talking

Very often, you find meaning you have been looking for or words you need in songs.

Right out of the gym on the radio in your car:
Tum hamare nahin toh kya gham hai, Hum tumhare toh hai yeh kya kam hai

On your playlist:
I really want you to really want me, but I really don't know, if you can do that.
I know you want to know what's right but I know it's so hard for you to do that.
Time's running out as often it does and often dictates that you can't do that.
Fate can't break this feeling inside, that's burning up through my veins.
I really want you, I really want you, I really want you now.
No matter what I say or do, the message isn't getting through,
and you're listening to the sound of my breaking heart.

Its on the radio and a friend calls to say - maybe this is the answer:
Har kisi ko, nahin milta, yahan pyar zindagi mein...

And there is hope, in a new movie you see:
Kahin toh hogi woh duniya jahan tu mere saath hai...

And hence it goes, life.

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