Pea Pod - A taste of everyday life

When red and yellow is not orange When blue and yellow is not green When white is all you can see Somewhere in the world There's no harmony When the sun does not rise When the moon does not set When rivers don't flow to the sea Somewhere in the world There's no harmony When a flower does not bear fruit When a fruit does not have seed When a seed does not grow a tree Somewhere in the world There's no harmony.

Sometimes, I feel so useless. I ask myself a question. Why am I doing things that I am doing, that which I've never done? Why do I feel like breaking out of this shell of mine? Why do I feel these worldly interactions is the shell? Why do I have to interact with these entities? What is the karmic connection here? Why am I going through a certain experience and what am I going to learn from it? Why can't I show some people their mirrors and tell them what a distorted reflection they make? Why do I control my feelings when a volcano is ready to erupt within me? It's because sometimes you have to give in to this unknown power that is operating from I don't know where. Up, is it? Or is it just within all of us? Or is it that someone called God wants you to think of Him sometimes? Sometimes...I just don't have any answers. And no end to questions.

He must have turned away from his 'black' self He must have turned away from his marriages He must have turned away from normal human behaviour He must have turned away from limelight But there is one thing he could never turn away from Music. We've been together for such a long time now Music, music and me Don't care whether all our songs rhyme Now music, music and me Only know wherever I go We're as close as two friends can be There have been others But never two lovers Like music, music and me Grab a song and come along You can sing your melody In your mind you will find A world of sweet harmony Birds of a feather will fly together Now music, music and me Music and me

Yeah! I feel like a Supermom! Wish I had that cape. The only thing left for me to do is fly! To me, being a mom means : Waking up early Preparing baby's breakfast Soaking an almond for the baby Making the bitter medicine paste for the baby Changing the diaper as soon as he wakes up Brushing his teeth Preparing for our breakfast Feeding the baby breakfast- that takes pretty long, mind you! Taking him down to say 'ta-ta' to Papa Strolling in the garden and showing the baby butterflies, grass, clouds, cat and everything that is there to see! Coming back home and having my breakfast with the baby tugging at me all the time. It's difficult to eat that way! Potty time! Cleaning baby's potty Massaging him with baby oil Bathing him and letting him play for long in the tub with splashes of water thrown at me! Making him sleep after his bath Bathing, cooking for the baby, lunch and my design work is done ONLY when he's sleeping! Woof! Feeding the baby lunch when he wakes

Life is simple. We tend to complicate it, always. Material wants are growing by the day. 'I want this' and ' Buy me that'. Children are exposed to so many things today, it's difficult to curb their desires. But is wasn't like that when I was a kid. One drawing book would keep me engaged for a whole month. Or a fountain pen would be 'the thing' to buy! Who uses fountain pens now? Kids use 'gel' pens! The charm of smoothening the nibs on a lime stone and that of filling ink in them is gone altogether. I play this CD of Walt Disney songs for my baby. One song from there made me think about how the simple joys of life have dissappeared. And how those very simple things can make you happy. Daisy, Daisy Give me an answer, do I'm half crazy All for the love of you It won't be a stylish marriage I can't afford a carraige But you'll look sweet Upon the seat Of my bicycle built for two.

I'd watched Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na some 6 months back. Since then, it's title track sung by AR Rahman has been haunting me. I hummed only a line or two, but those lines were enough to coax me into buying the CD recently. I've been listening to it almost daily and somehow, whenever I do, something about the song reminds me of Sting. It's been almost 2 years since I heard any of the Sting numbers. In spite of he being one of my favourites. I stopped listening to Sting for the mere fact that I didn't want to get tired of him. Familiarity breeds contempt! Now after all this time, I owe it to Rahman for making me want to listen to him again.The beautifully composed jazz number of Jaane Tu, reminded me of 'The Moon Over Bourbon Street', 'An Englishman In New York' and 'Mad About You', all songs having a very jazzy feel to them. Tonight I heard all of my Sting favourites and I'm feeling all jazzed up!