Merry Christmas to one and all!

Keeping my previous post aside for a while...I would like to wish you all A Merry Christmas..May you all have a wonderful season and may the joy it bring stay on for the rest of the year..:) .... God Bless All and may Peace and Joy be Santa's gift to the World this year.

Image is an old picture of my son back in his play School days:)

Does this happen to you?

The day goes by and the reason for it is still missing...a strange feeling of purposelessness clings on.I don't know what to look forward to in life..a not so good place to be in when you are in the journey and you end up spending the entire time wondering where you are meant to go or where you have set out to go in the first place.

And people..people are as unattached as life... People are superficial and relationships a farce. A Constant in life is a myth and a soul companion is a bigger myth. I try not to be this cynical most of the time but when I hit only walls and dead ends all the time then there is no scope for positive thinking anymore..

Does this happen to you too?!!

Blue Christmas is what I was meant to have, I guess..

Image is a picture I clicked yesterday...again from that same balcony in my apartment.

Tull and 'Tea with Anoushka'

Last evening was worth every penny...in every sense of the word. The band has stood the test of time celebrating their forty magical years of being around and The Man, Mr.Anderson is a pure miracle. He is a sixty year old 'Pied Piper'. The energy and the bounty of talent the man possesses can only be experienced while words fall short to describe. Each piece is a pure master piece as he played quite a few of Tull's classics as well as some new compositions along with Anoushka Shankar. Ones I loved most have to be Thick as a Brick, Heavy Horses and Bouree among others. The compilations with Anoushka were absolutely transporting both aptly given names 'Tea with Anoushka' and 'Celtic Cradle'.

Speaking of Anoushka Shankar, She began the evening and she had us rapt from the very first pluck on the Sitar. She played two pieces exclusively. The first being one of her own compilations called 'The Voice of the Moon' based on raag Keeravani and the second piece based on raag Manj Khamaj. I personally fell in love with the second piece.

All in all an evening to remember for a life time and one for which I cant thank my friends enough for getting hold of the passes:).

Images: Courtesy Google;)

A Day that should never come

The saga of anger that builds,
And the growing of unrelieved tension.
The blood that still flows,
And the tears that still fill the eyes,
Each time I see visions of the massacre mansion.

A blow that has hit the heart the hardest,
I am on my knees praying,
We may never again have such a day to face.
But this unrest within will linger,
Even as I try to put the day and all those lost to rest.

Image: From the internet
Words: Mine,in anguish