It's been a strange last few days with most of the people around neither in the best of spirits nor in the pink of health. Given that, we (my husband and I) were thinking of what exciting thing(s) we have to look forward to and we came up with this -
We have kind of adopted our building cat. He is our watchman's cat actually - very scrawny, temperamental, badly behaved, likes guys more and all that... We feed him every night and are very fond of him and I think the feeling is mutual. Lately he has taken to sleeping in the parking basement, right in front of my car, on his little cat bed which is a gift from us. He starts mewing as soon as he hears our voice in the basement and almost brings the roof down with the racket he makes :)
According to my husband feeding the cat is our duty - our Kartavya as it were and we make sure that we do our best. So no matter how tired or how late we go to the basement with his dinner every night. We have not met him the last few nights...he is around and is eating but it's just that we have not seen him. So the big question for us is - Will cat be there today? Now with only this much to look forward to at the moment how do we make the scheme of things more exciting? We turn it into a serial produced by Ekta Kapoor. We title it 'Kartavya Kat Ke Prati' and it's promo would be Kya Kat Khana Khaayega? Kya Kat neeche milega?? Kya Hoga Kat Ka???!!! (close up of Kat repeated thrice with him mewing helplessly) Kya Aniket aur Kanchan apna kartavya nibha paayenge???? (close ups of Aniket and me repeated thrice - Madras cuts as is known in editing jargon) Dekhiye...aaj raat 9 baje sirf Aawaazi #3 mein.....
So much for excitement in Dubai.......
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
The man in black
I am not sure I know how to appreciate poetry but this one impressed me much. This came to me from one of the music companies I am in touch with. February 26th would have been Johnny Cash's 78th birthday. People were requested to wear black for the man who always wore black. I read out this song/poem in my book club meet and it was well received. The movie on Johnny Cash 'Walk the line' is one of the best movies I have ever watched. Take a minute to read the following song written and composed by Johnny Cash -
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
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