Autumn
Spinning laughing dancing to her favourite song a little girl with nothing wrong … eyes wide open …
Fragile as a leaf in the autumn ,just falling to the ground
I don’t know if am an insomniac or not but my most inner thoughts resurge in late hours mostly and this piece of scrap is also being processed at 3 am so do excuse me if I get digressed. I don’t recollect when I heard Norah Jones for the first time but I do remember the day I bought the first CD ( it took 400 bucks ! the most expensive one I brought for the first time ! so I think its kindda indelible memory , but jokes apart … ) I was returning from Madhu Mukherjee ; my uncle’s place … he was the one who insisted that I should buy my own copy, and my afternoons from little strings lesson to flury’s n then tuning to my new Norah Jones cd ; chanting the lyrics and roaming in my own reveries started around late 2002 I was in second year then; a silent introvert person found her own world of dilemmas and dreams in the songs of a girl who has a name to overshadow patriarchy .. yes geetali ( I think similar to who sings well ?) was cast away by Norah . her fame didn’t depend on a name fame … and the lyrics was like she was telling her tale only…. You can get one with her thoughts at least in solace.
I guess this blog requires you to write about what is our personal realm of experience through her songs … but a life can not out be held out in a piece of blog and am not a great writer either to attempt that … only a few things which can be said is … the freshman me in the college was a loner … I came to study architecture against the many odds and somehow it didn’t make my folks at home very happy in d beginning , I left the chosen path of general engineering … n in the dream field of mine I confronted with people of a different world , there were doctrines and dogmas in this new world and friendship was often dodged by hypocrisy … Though all was not prosaic and mean …
And it needed time to find out the true soul mates…
But I haven’t forgot Norah the friend of my yellow times … I wont say it was dark .. or grey … ,,, yellow is not cheerful but it was a disguise .. a disguise of tawdry friendship that eluded , disguise of evils in form of Samaritans ,,, and obscurity of my vision towards the future ,,, towards hope and life spirit…
Fragile as a leaf in the autumn ,just falling to the ground
I don’t know if am an insomniac or not but my most inner thoughts resurge in late hours mostly and this piece of scrap is also being processed at 3 am so do excuse me if I get digressed. I don’t recollect when I heard Norah Jones for the first time but I do remember the day I bought the first CD ( it took 400 bucks ! the most expensive one I brought for the first time ! so I think its kindda indelible memory , but jokes apart … ) I was returning from Madhu Mukherjee ; my uncle’s place … he was the one who insisted that I should buy my own copy, and my afternoons from little strings lesson to flury’s n then tuning to my new Norah Jones cd ; chanting the lyrics and roaming in my own reveries started around late 2002 I was in second year then; a silent introvert person found her own world of dilemmas and dreams in the songs of a girl who has a name to overshadow patriarchy .. yes geetali ( I think similar to who sings well ?) was cast away by Norah . her fame didn’t depend on a name fame … and the lyrics was like she was telling her tale only…. You can get one with her thoughts at least in solace.
I guess this blog requires you to write about what is our personal realm of experience through her songs … but a life can not out be held out in a piece of blog and am not a great writer either to attempt that … only a few things which can be said is … the freshman me in the college was a loner … I came to study architecture against the many odds and somehow it didn’t make my folks at home very happy in d beginning , I left the chosen path of general engineering … n in the dream field of mine I confronted with people of a different world , there were doctrines and dogmas in this new world and friendship was often dodged by hypocrisy … Though all was not prosaic and mean …
And it needed time to find out the true soul mates…
But I haven’t forgot Norah the friend of my yellow times … I wont say it was dark .. or grey … ,,, yellow is not cheerful but it was a disguise .. a disguise of tawdry friendship that eluded , disguise of evils in form of Samaritans ,,, and obscurity of my vision towards the future ,,, towards hope and life spirit…
Labels: Autumn
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1 Comments:
I really love that album...every single song, every single words in them...and love this photo too...bautiful,
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