Tension Nahin Lenekkaa! II.

My blogger friend Mitch surprised me with a memory power that I wish that I had! Here is an exchange that we had on his blog post Personality – Gauging Between Too Much And Too Little. Please click on the image to get an enlarged version. After reading you can return to the post by using the ‘back’ button.

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What really zapped me was Mitch referring to a blog post that I wrote more than six years ago! I was just starting to blog then!

Those two lovable characters who feature in that post are still very much part of my life though I don’t have anything to share with them in the form of tension! The Pavwallah has upgraded himself to a motorcycle. That is all the change from then to now and the surrogate son continues to blissfully live without any tension in his life.

Mitch, I salute you for your phenomenal memory and thank you for reminding me of that philosophy!

Memory Lane.

Two years away,
I got back today,
Tried calling up this girl I used to know,
But when I said hello,
She didn’t know who the hell I was supposed to be.

Memory Lane,
We’re here again,
Back to the days,
And I’ll remember you always,
So much has changed,
Now it feels like yesterday I went away.

The words around, that she’s moved town,
About a thousand miles away from here.
And I found something she wrote a long time ago,
And it reminds me of the place I know.


So much has changed (so much has changed),
So much has changed (So much has changed),
So much has changed (So much has changed),

Down Memory Lane,
We’re here again,
Back to the days,
And I’ll remember you always,
So much has changed,
But it feels like yesterday I went away.

So much has changed (so much has changed),
So much has changed (So much has changed),
So much has changed (So much has changed),
Down Memory Lane… Lane… Lane

I hope that you enjoyed this post of the Friday Loose Bloggers’ Consortium when we post on the same topic chosen by one of us. Today’s topic has been chosen by Grannymar.

Faux Pas!

I had originally titled this post as “Embarrassing Faux Pas.” Fortunately, I remembered that this is likely to be read by Magpie who will pull me up for the tautological horror and corrected it. Look at the impact you have on me Magpie!

When I started getting involved with the net and the use of computers, blogging etc, I was persuaded to join Facebook and a few other social networks. After some time, I just dropped out of using them as I did not find them interesting nor did I find the time. Email and group mails besides IM and Skype was more than enough to keep me engaged for hours together.

Recently, I have been persuaded by some well wishers that I should get active on Facebook again. I have taken their advise and find that many of my blog friends are also active on Facebook. This is a revelation and I intend spending some time every day at Facebook henceforth.

The purpose of this post however is to talk about something else altogether.

On my return to Facbook, I found one entry from a young lady with the surname of Prasad. Now Prasad is one of my dearest friends and I know that he has two daughters, one in India and one in Austrlia. So, on the assumption that this lady was one of Prasad’s daughters, and you know how the memory of an old codger like me works, I commented on her post about talking to her father and also complimented on her dog which appeared on her photograph.

I suppose that she was quite confused but being the lady that she is, she simply answered my query about the breed of her dog and left it at that. Later in the evening, I was speaking to Prasad on the phone when I mentioned this and he said that his daughter’s name was different!

I promptly went back to Facebook, apologized to the lady explaining the background. She gracefully replied and jogged my memory about who she really is, a lady about who, I had blogged last year!

So, now I have three young Prasad ladies on my Facebook account. Two of them very active posters including Vaishnavi about who this post is being written. The other, Meera, is an avid scrabble player and various other things and I have put her in touch with another reader of mine who is active on the scrabble on Facebook.

I have been busy!

Having got re hooked to Facebook, it is now getting to be quite addictive. How many of you are addicted?

She Made Me Cry, She Did.

Susan Boyle, that is who made me cry with her amazing rendering of this song.  Just watch her.

See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is

A new day has begun