Thursday, April 10, 2008

Yeah, so why do we make friends again?

Yesterday, my jazz dance instructor was trying to explain the importance of chorus dancing before solo dancing. Suddenly he asked us why we thought we make friends at all. There was obviously a silence in which we tried to answer a question we’d not asked ourselves in a long time. Probably close to never.


“For entertainment”, “For Company”, “To have a helping hand around when we need one!” Etc


The answers were obvious. Too obvious to be right, we collectively thought. He asked us to think about the kinds of friends we usually make and keep.


“These are people who have some unique skill or quality that you admire. People whom you’d like to learn something from. People who will help you grow, into who you want to be” he wisely explained


I liked how those words sounded. Of course, fun, compatibility, entertainment are aspects of good friendship. But, a primary foundation to any true relationship is a genuine “respect” for each other. Also, being safe in the knowledge that you are there, to help each other grow, to eventually become - secure, independent, complete individuals.

P.S - I've been updating my blog. If you've got this e-mail, I'm sure you're pleased to know that you're included in the list of my friends who will be regularly notified of any/every new post I publish on my blog. We're pals. You'll forgive me, right? Luvya, Sonali :)

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Favourite song golden jubilee

I've heard Colby Caillat's debut album song - "Bubbly" more than 50 times since yesterday. I'm still in love with it.

I just read yesterday's post again. The fabulous weather in Delhi these past few days sure inspired the 'romantic poet' in me.

A song for the night breeze...

When it’s strong enough to lift me up, I dream of flying...
Holding you tight, on a magic carpet ride,
Above the lamplights, below the stars...
Where the night sky feels just right

I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because it lets me dream of….. you

When it gently flirts with my hair, I dream of dancing...
In your arms, as we twirl around,
among familiar faces, in large open spaces…
To soft and pleasant sounds

I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because it lets me dream of….. you

When it softly whispers in my ear, I dream of conversations…
That we can have .. without a word,
Endlessly, forever understanding ...
whats unspoken but always heard.

When the persistent breeze tickles the trees awake ..
When starlight flickers in the strong winds
I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because, it helps me dream of….. you