Wednesday 30 December 2015

Soirée Spéciale Dédicaces





Once I had a love and it was a gas

Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass

Seemed like the real thing only to find

Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Sunday 27 December 2015

Let's have a mouthful of stars

What 2015 taught me.

1) No matter how hard you try, you cannot retain people in your life. There are some who choose to walk away(Kers, Daniel), some whom you need to walk away from for their own good (Kal) and others that sickness takes away from you (Momonne). True, it is heartbreak all the way but then, who would like a bland and dull life exempt of these emotions? I like to think that when your heart breaks, this means you have loved deeply and sincerely and it is a privilege to survive it. It opens up the way to other dimensions within yourself.

2) L'amour se conjugue à la première personne (dixit Kama)
Self-love is not for losers. It is for those who have gone around seeing and experiencing enough of the world to understand that loving oneself is the real deal.

3) One needs convictions and objectives to survive in this crazy world. Values and beliefs are sustainable qualities, the supporting ground from which the ascent begins but convictions and objectives are key words which give us a purpose in life, it adds up some texture and gives us something to reach out to.

4) I am a good person.

2015 belongs to 2015
2016? It will be up to me to choose which part of the cup I decide to look at.
Why cup when it can be a glass; a glass of champagne...bubbles, bubbles and bubbles all the way :)
Let's have a mouthful of stars!









Saturday 26 December 2015

Family bonding - Christmas under filaos trees

This year, we decided to spend xmas at the beach. We all met at Palmar, with the exception of my second sister who has decided to dissociate herself completely from our family. A few years ago she wrote a letter to my elder sister and myself telling us that she did not want to associate herself with a 'fun-loving' family, that she would not even 'comment' on my lifestyle and that she was too much of a good hindu brahmin girl to have anything to do with us. In her words, we are too modern, we have no understanding of what sacrifice means, let alone pain & trials and it is blasphemous that we are non-keepers of traditional values.

If you ask my opinion, well, I won't event comment. We have all given up arguing with a raving lunatic and honestly what can I say...when you've lost it, you've lost it.

Well, the fun-loving family spent an awesome time at the beach with my brother struggling for 30 minutes trying to teach us the rules of a card game where no one understood a damn thing, where I go caught red-handed cheating at domino, where Jay's kite got stuck on the filao tree, where Sid & Mayuri fraudulently went to swim in the hotel pool, where little Sujata took poses right before xmas gifts were exchanged and where a beautiful family picture captured the moment.












Tuesday 22 December 2015

Sadness hits again

I visited Momonne yesterday. I came with her birthday gift and when I entered her room, she stared at me with an empty look instead of calling me by the nickname she had been using these past 32 years. In fact, she could hardly recognize me.

I was brought aside to be told me that Momonne had been diagnosed with hallucinations three weeks ago and that she now suffers mental illness. Dr. Lam says there is no hope for recovery and that she will be under medication for the rest of her days.

I went back in her room to hold her hand. She let go of it and that broke me.




Saturday 12 December 2015

Sous les étoiles

Une heure sur la plage hier soir à admirer les étoiles

All these second chances
Come knocking at an open door

                                         
                                           



Wednesday 9 December 2015

The Princess singing my beautiful country in the 80s

I know a place

I know a place
It leads to nowhere
It's called my brain

My thoughts
My void
My deluded reality

I know a place
Beyond illusions
It's called my heart

I know a place
A dashboard of pain
It's called myself




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