Saturday, July 21, 2007

Leaving on a Jet Plane

I'll be flying in a couple of hours to New York, where I'm being sent by work for two weeks of corporate training....I will have blog & email access, but work schedules threatening to be what they are, I'm not sure if I will get time to update...



So I guess I'm ending this on a Bollywood in New York note...

Image courtesy: Bollywood Mantra

Sunday, July 08, 2007

We Won! We Won!

The results for the voting for the Seven New Wonders of the world came in yesterday...apparently, the Taj Mahal made it as well! :)

Check out the list of winners here

Friday, July 06, 2007

Don't Try to Bleed Me...

Long days, late nights... lots to do, things to plan, events to manage, deals to execute, friends to meet, passions to fulfil....lives to live.

One small life, with too much to fit in. Where is there room to let up? I'm alive, but sinking in the living of it...

And so its late on Thursday night, or really early on Friday morning, I got back from work a little while back, and all I can think of is about a black-winged bird ...

When I think of heaven (Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
and all other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying I've been thinking And I am the Rain King

Mama, why am I so alone?
I can't go outside

I'm scared I might not make it home

I'm alive but I'm sinking in

If there's anyone at home at your place

Why don't you invite me in

Don't try to bleed me

I've been there before and I deserve a little more


I belong in the service of the Queen

I belong anywhere but in between

She's been lying

I've been sinking

And I am the Rain King


Hey, I only want the same as anyone

Henderson is waiting for the sun

Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends

After all the dreaming I come home again...


When I think of heaven (Deliver me in a black-winged bird)

I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame and heather

Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird

Don't try to bleed me

I've been here before and I deserve a little more


I belong in the service of the Queen

I belong anywhere but in between

She's been dying

I been drinking and I am the Rain King.

Lyrics by Counting Crows