Metro Musings

I travel a lot by the metro.

Though after the 15th of August (which is India’s national day) for those who aren’t from here…I’ve been a bit cagey about going on the metro. Bomb blasts and all of that. Security on the metro is pretty tight though.

Anyhow…the ride from the metro to my house usually takes anywhere between 8 – 10 minutes. The station where I get on…usually is SUPER crowded and making my way in is a big problem. Dunno what’s with these ladies – why they stand at the entrance so that no one can come in!! I’ve learnt how to push and shove my way through though.

I usually get a seat at the next station as 50% of the crowd gets off then. So I usually make a dive for the nearest empty space, of course with a lady who doesn’t look shady but heck, sometimes you don’t have a choice.

After this, I usually know what to do so I resort to observing the other women. Oh well….that’s how women are, we check out other women, to what they are wearing, to their hair, their make up…what fascinates me the most is their shoes. I’m surprised and sad to say this but the average Indian woman does not take care of her feet. Who am I to judge anyhow. :/

I see all of these faces…young and old. Weary and tired from a long day’s work to fresh and flushed, heading towards a date. Different people…different lives….what do they think about I wonder…do they think about stuff like me…or of a special someone…do they love their jobs…are they truly happy…but then is anyone….ah well…for those 8 minutes I realize what a big,big world we live in…..I muse away till my station comes and then I get off – happy to be home!

Over and out…

Ladyhawk

Funnel Of Love – Wanda Jackson

Reposting as a Fan. I claim no rights to the song.

Here I go,
Going down, down, down,
My mind is a blank,
My head is spinning around and around,
As I go deep into the funnel of love.

It’s such a crazy, crazy feeling,
I get weak in the knees,
My poor old head is a reelin’,
As I go deep into the funnel of love.

I tried and I tried, to run and hide,
I even tried to run away,
Ya just can’t run from the funnel of love,
It’s gonna get ya someday.

It’s such a crazy, crazy feeling,
I get weak in the knees,
My poor old head is a reelin’,
As I go deep into the funnel of love.

I tried and I tried, to run and hide,
I even tried to run away,
Ya just can’t run from the funnel of love,
It’s gonna get ya someday.

Here I go, going down, down, down,
My mind is a blank,
My head is spinning around and around,
As I go deep into the funnel of love,
Deep into the funnel of love,
Deep into the funnel of love.

The Verve – Lucky Man

Reposting as a Fan. I claim no rights to the song.

Happiness
More or less
It’s just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just where I am

But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?

Well, I’m a lucky man
With fire in my hands

Happiness
Something in my own place
I’m standing naked
Smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am

Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know just who I am

But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?

I hope you understand
I hope you understand

Gotta love that’ll never die
Happiness
More or less
It’s just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever growing
I know
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my

Gotta love that’ll never die
Gotta love that’ll never die
No, no
I’m a lucky man

It’s just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It’s just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It’s just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my
It’s just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my

I unfriended you for a reason

Hey there.

Its not you, its me.

Yeah. I’m an introvert. And I like making close, personal relationships which have meaning. I’d rather be alone than be with people I cannot identify with.

And yet…in this age of technology, I may get tempted to add people to my ‘friend’ list. People I shouldn’t have.

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But if I unfriend someone…its usually for one of these reasons:

1. Do i even know you? When did I ever add you? OMFG you have access to all of my information!!!…DELETE

2. I hate you. You have hurt me like no one else has and I have no desire to know every lame detail in your life. You are either an ex – bf or an ex – bff. DELETE

3. We were friends when we were kids…and now you’ve grown up to be a pretentious pain in the ass. Or perhaps I’m the pain in the ass. Point being – we haven’t spoken for over 10 years and I’m sure we won’t for the next 10. DELETE

4. You are a friend of a friend of a friend….ah…a total stranger who I met ONCE and ADDED…never to speak again…DELETE.

5. You post too much shit dawg – I’m tired of seeing your daily ‘I ATE THIS’ update or ‘I’m so drunk every night’ update. Spare me. DELETE.

I know, I know, Ladyhawk sounds all cribby these days eh? Time to bring some sunshine back into the blog. Until then, let me see who else I can delete.

Over n out people…over and out.

The Angel – Part 2

For Part 1 – click here.

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The train came to a halt.

It was 2 AM. Right on schedule. 2:05 and we would be on our way.

I was restless. I had to be. I had approximately two hours left to complete my job and I was having second thoughts.

I got up and walked towards the rear exit. All was quiet. And peaceful.

It was a funny feeling, you know? I should be scared out of my wits but instead, I was feeling…clear…like some sort of clarity was forming inside my head.

All my life, I had been on the run. From something or the other. I had always been afraid for my safety. You know, being a woman in the Middle East and all that. You kind of hate the West, the Europeans…basically you hate everyone who might even be remotely connected to your suffering. Even if they themselves had nothing to do with it. America bombed us. So we hated the entire bunch. And also the Europeans who sent all these weapons to kill us, kill our families, kill our children.

No. I should not think about that.

But more than these foreign pests who had destroyed our economy, I hated the fanatics who ruled over us. Oh yes. I wanted revenge.

I was seething again. Oh blimey. This wasn’t good. Whenever I got mad, I got really, really reckless. And I was getting really, really mad.

My mother used to say that’s why I had red, flaming hair – to match my temper. Perhaps she was right.

It was time for me – the Angel from hell to deliver justice to the one who had ruined everything I had held close to my heart.

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For more…wait for part 3!