One of my favourite songs from a favourite movie

She

May be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She

May be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She

May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

She

Who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She

May be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till the day I die

She

May be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

Me

I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is

She

She, oh she

Life ... a never ending journey!

Life - always wondered what it would be like to be on the death-bed and on looking back, would I say "its been a wonderful life"? If that happens, I would be very satisfied with my life. I wonder how life will turn out ... I guess it is just matter of time before everything is revealed.

Love!

The most hated and loved word in the word – love – I don’t know why it is so important for some and not at all for others. Most of the blogs also have lots of stuff about this four letter word. Whenever I think of this, the one thing that immediately comes to my mind as a synonym is pain – as suggested by a good friend of mine. I did not believe it when he initially told me that about 5 to 6 years back. I thought he was kidding but life has thought me with its irony that he was true. Whenever you fall in love you prepare to get rejected, get hurt, trampled on and discarded like used tissue. You end up being cynical about everything and questioning everything.

At the same time it is not so bad. When you are love it is the most wonderful feeling in the world. You would not be intimidated by anything in life and everything can be achieved – nothing is impossible at that time. You would ready to anything for your sweetheart. Nothing is too much to do for the beloved. Then why is it that many people break up, many people who love each other don’t get married, and married people divorce each other? Makes you wonder doesn’t it?

Something that gives me courage and strength

The poem below is written by Rudyard Kipling, one of the famous authors known for his short stories, the most famous being "The Jungle Book". He also wrote a few poems too - guess what, he was in Bombay most of his life. I believe he was born and brought up here. This poem was written for his son who lost his life in a war. He based it on the character of his son whom he loved and came to respect.

Though it is based on a person's character, I think that this tells us how a person should behave in most of the situations that life brings us across. It teaches a lot about life and how we can be face it. It always gives me strength - whenever I am in pain or sorrow, I think about this and these lines give me the strength need to go on living and with pride!

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

-- Rudyard Kipling

I am just adding a picture of myself so that the world can get to know the one and only kkchaitu ... take a good look!!

First steps in wonderland ... feels like I am following a white rabbit!!

Welcome to myself to the new world (for me!!) ... I had read many blogs so far ... and all I could think of while reading them was I should have my own ... and that thought finally saw the day today!!! Had it not been for a good friend of mine (who would want her to be called Sushma, but I would prefer to call her Vani!! - hope she is not going to scream at me if and when she reads this ...), I would have never done this. I just happened to create this for putting comments in her blog :P ... but yet I feel that I can use to put my thoughts, fears, feelings, sadness, happiness into this without fear of being misunderstood or ... etc (leaving it to your (wild) imaginations) ...