Vincent !!

One of the Lovely songs by Don Mclean.....the song is so mesmirising tht while lisening to it...u will feel the song...the breeze...u can almost see those colorful Daffodils....the songs portrays both beauty and sadness with colors...great lyrics and great singing too !! Here it goes..........................................................

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

The Road Not Taken - by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair;
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I-I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

---
Robert Frost

There’s something about PAF………………….

Reminiscene - March 2004 !!

Its spring time…with leaves falling and me recovering from the midsems perhaps for the last time....the festival of holi spreading its colours…all over the hostel and nothing much to do in life..PAF brings with it all passion and mastee and learning. It also bring those beautiful memories of previous years …those night outs in the OAT..sleeping on the stairs and getting up before breaker ..working for bamboo frames and those larger than life back drops with spray guns and brushes…those announcements for run throughs and choreo junta fighting hard to get everything perfect….those power packed voice overs still echoes in my mind. Dinners in OAT & geese from here and there in order to survive …prod junta putting up Herculean effort to raise the structure and once it is raised all applaud and whistles across the OAT.. will remain with me forever…throughout my life. From freshie days when we saw PAF in its fullest glory and grandeur to its latest shorter avatar. I saw people getting senti for PAF….fighting for it…day and day out not stop...I saw outburst of enthu never seen before…so there is something great about PAF something..which develops a strong bond and unites all to work for the common goal. Over the years I have seen people getting involved in PAF and loving what they are doing…well I guess the sense of achievement the sense of creation is the final reward. .It is a great feeling to see one’s hard work and imagination taking shapes of reality and is being appreciated. It feels great watching and working with some 100 guys who share the similar sentiment and desire to win, and after putting in so much of effort and hard work I guess the thing which makes PAF so special is that everybody is a winner. At the end of the day..everybody wins much before the results are out with a feeling of self satisfaction and accomplishment…and great memories to cherish throughout life about which I guess everyone will tell stories of to their children and grand childrens..with all passion and proud.

The weather is almost same - 3 years down the lane ! Location - somewhat similar to IIT Bombay ! Precisely - Goa!! Pleasant afternoon..bright sun with moderate temperature...due to vicinity of Sea..slightly high humidity, but still tolerable !!

Despite more than 2 years of passing out from IIT...days and nights spent in working for PAF still remains as fresh memories...which I will always cherish !!