tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319591.post115056570735980102..comments2023-07-02T15:19:57.249+05:30Comments on quasiLog: rain is herequasihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04608027626804974925noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319591.post-62934691671544999412015-07-03T16:23:16.811+05:302015-07-03T16:23:16.811+05:30I miss 'him's' comments... :-/I miss 'him's' comments... :-/quasihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04608027626804974925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319591.post-1156160276188829462006-08-21T17:07:00.000+05:302006-08-21T17:07:00.000+05:30In olden times, Tansen used to sing this tongue-tw...In olden times, Tansen used to sing this tongue-twisting, sunofagun of a raag malhar to bring on the rains. But more often than not, it'd be a silly drizzle, which'd fizzle out with the waning effect of the gook that ol' tanny had guzzled down before settling down to scratch the tanpura.<BR/><BR/>Today, all it takes is himanshu to write a tongue-twisting, sunofagun of an entry in this blog to bring on floods in 7 states of this country. <BR/><BR/>........and then the Lord said, "stop thy writing, o Him, lord of the land of thesaura, i'll open up the heavens and shower thee wet".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319591.post-1150744864896142342006-06-20T00:51:00.000+05:302006-06-20T00:51:00.000+05:30The rain comes bringing with it the glory of the b...The rain comes bringing with it the glory of the broken hearts. Like tears it flows through the scars of this tried and torn earth. Like a magic spell that is cast into the depths of the valleys deep, like a ray of light breaking through the clouds as they slip. <BR/><BR/>Beyond the broken hearts, the broken dreams, the broken streches of time, there lies a broken man wasted and burnt by a malice of a beuatiful kind. Like piece of glass shattered across the empty room, his feelings untouched unheard, and unforgiven my every morning gloom. <BR/><BR/>Where there is no faith nor pride nor joy nor pain, there is but the lack of a soothing rain. There is but the sight of the setting sun, or the rise as the morning turns. Where there is light that fails to touch, and a smile that fails to emerge. Where there is pain that tries to survive and a feeling of guilt buried deep inside. Where there is land bathed and bled dry by the morning sky and where there is rain that reminds you of the dreams you never had. Where there are shadows beyond there where the light cannot reach. And where there is but cold myst in the heart of the seed, you will know that you have arrived at the only place you could be. `This is what is our land , our earth, our soul, our lie. This is what, oh wanderer, summed up in a word we dare not call a dream.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319591.post-1150711309466131292006-06-19T15:31:00.000+05:302006-06-19T15:31:00.000+05:30heh. :) I am on my way out of there ...heh. :) I am on my way out of there ...quasihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04608027626804974925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319591.post-1150637442794610752006-06-18T19:00:00.000+05:302006-06-18T19:00:00.000+05:30I should correct myself : the rain is on the way, ...I should correct myself : the rain is on the way, the _clouds_ are here ! :)quasihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04608027626804974925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319591.post-1150633054422828532006-06-18T17:47:00.000+05:302006-06-18T17:47:00.000+05:30well, the rain still ain't here... :(well, the rain still ain't here... :(Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com