ze santa

All I want for Christmas, is, YOU!





love n luck,
this time I need it if I really want my Christmas gift!

ze season's greetings

It's amazing how I can never seem to loive in Bombay these days. I barely reach here and I want to get back. And the more surprising part is when I so innocently and unknowingly refer to getting back as to get home. Bombay doesn't seem like home anymore. It now seems like a mere obligation to not bite the hand that feeds you. It's sad when life is reduced to this. Think it marks the coming of the end of the world. It definitely should be somewhere around the corner if even during Christmas people realize the only way to be happy and to enjoy the festive season is to pretend like nothing wrong ever happens anyway. And Manohar Pai talks about masks.

I think I know exactly why I don't like staying here anymore but 1 thing I've not put into place exactly is my lethargy and lack of enthusiasm to socialize with people I would normally refer to as pretty good friends. At the moment nothing at all seems to matter in any way whatsoever. The food is not good. I meet only people I do not share strong emotional attachments with. I'm becoming more and more distant from the only person I willingly care about without a doubt... And it's Christmas time, what more could be reason enough!!!!

This might be the first of many,
I shall not bore you already!




love n luck

ze whiney

love n luck

ze vineeeee

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be? Yeah.
To how it used to be.
To how it used to be, yeah.
To how it used to be.
To how it used to be.

ze vineeee

You used to talk to me like
I was the only one around,
The only one around.

ze vineee

I look around me,
And I want you to be there
'Cause I miss the things that we shared.
Look around you.
It's empty, and you're sad
'Cause you miss the love that we had.

ze vinee

I used to reach for you when
I got lost along the way.
I used to listen.
You always had just the right thing to say.
I used to follow you.
Never really cared where we would go,
Fast or slow, to anywhere at all.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to breathe without a doubt.
When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?