IN Digestion

This is one of those songs I wish I could sing ‘perfectly’ the male/female parts both -

Hindy/Urdu music is probably the nicest sounding stuff on earth, even if your urdu/hindy is not good enough to really understand what is being said

Humko humise chura lo,
Dil mein kahin tum chupa lo.
Humko humise chura lo,
Dil mein kahin tum chupa lo.
Hum akele, kho na jaayen,
Door tumse, ho na jaayen,
Paas aao gale se laga lo
Humko humise chura lo,
Dil mein kahin tum chupa lo.
Hum akele, kho na jaayen,
Door tumse, ho na jaayen,
Paas aao gale se laga lo.
Humko humise chura lo
Dil mein kahin tum chupa lo.

Ye dil dhadka do, zulfein bikhra do,
Sharma ke apna aanchal lehra do.
Hum zulfein to bikhra dein, din mein raat na ho jaaye,
Hum aanchal to lehra dein, par barsaat na ho jaaye
Hone do barsaatein, karni hain kuch baatein.
Paas aao gale se laga lo.
Humko humise chura lo,
Dil mein kahin tum chupa lo
Hum akele, kho na jaayen,
Door tumse, ho na jaayen,
Paas aao gale se laga lo
Humko humise chura lo
Dil mein kahin tum chupa lo

Tumpe marte hain, hum mar jayenge,
Ye sab kahte hain, hum kar jayenge.
Chutki bhar sindoor se tum ab ye maang zara bhar do,
Kal kya ho kisne dekha sab kuch aaj abhi kar do.
Ho na ho sab raazi, dil raazi rab raazi
Paas aao gale se laga lo.
Humko humise chura lo,
Dil mein kahin tum chupa lo.
Humko humise chura lo,
Dil mein kahin tum chupa lo.
Hum akele, kho na jaayen,
Door tumse, ho na jaayen,
Paas aao gale se laga lo.
Paas aao gale se laga lo.

What really brought this post on was in a dream, My Nani aske me if I wanted tea (Or was it my mother?) - and I declined, but then my Naani was like, ‘Dood Patti chain hain nan - and well thats nearly IMPOSSIBLE to turn down, and I was miserable.

This probably means nothing to anyone - But, I am now twenty four years old and ONE month older then what would be perfect -
And, I think nothing has really changed - and my msn still says ’sas sas’ with the fancy carrot over the a

In dedication to not being bothered with the practicalities of life and Walking in a Winter Wonderland (if you don’t at least hum that part out, you REALLY shant be on my blog!)

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Ok, this is a weird situation - I now know directly at least 15-16 people who have been arrested - so naturally this thought has been on my mind these days, and I feel I am ready, I think I could take it - but I never thought that the ANGLE of me NOT being able to handle it would be from missing my wife and parents… (I love them both very very much), and I guess now that I was forced to think about it, 50-60 years (life) would kinda suck without them, and I think I very well may loose my mind…

So much I guess for having THOUGHT I could handle it.

But besides all of that! Jordan is starting to look sweet, we drive to the airport tommorrow - I can’t wait to be eating fresh (read: Good) hummas, and falafel - I have a LOT of e-mails to send back to people (well namely my ’story to sufism’) -I will STILL get to it, just give me a few…

To control my anger, I think I will just stay away from Salafi/Asharee threads - sick perverted individuals, they  are -

And here is one of my wife’s favorite songs (and her favorite band), and one of mine to, and its dedicated to her:

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold

But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you’ll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night

You say you’ll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You…all I want is…
You…all I want is…
You…all I want is…
You…