regular

there is so much i want to write about and yet now that i have logged in and i am typing these words my minds going from one thought to another and everything seems so regular and not worth writing about.

do i expect everyday to have something spectacular happening in it? do i hope that it is, just so i can write about it here?

i just went through some of the entires i have made in the last couple of months and i think just about a handful of them were dramatic.....infact i liked the ones which were about everyday normal stuff......i especially like the ones in which i have just written lyrics of songs, i might have used the words of someone else but those hit the nail on the head......

a couple of years back we had coined a phrase 'anna sambhar boy', for people who dont understand what that means, its just a boy next door, someone who is just simple in his ways and doesnt mind ending a really long tiring day with a bowl full of rice and sambhar, the sambhar can be replaced with rasam too.....

i think now that i might just be an anna sambhar boy, i dont really want the fundu stuff, its nice and i know when i get it i will be happy but the basics, the 'real stuff' is what i crave.....

i think tomorrow will be a brilliant day....for some reason driving out of town gets me all excited. when i see the simple people out there who are untouched by the glamour and lights and luxuries of this world, i feel that my life is just meaningless with just fake joy the source of which is usually something i can touch.......i dont want to be fake anymore....i just want to feel the earth under my feet, just smell the clean air, just feel the gentle breeze as i stand out in the open seeing the trees around, seeing the beauty of the world, the purity of the smiles on peoples faces, just for that magic moment when i connect........