Hand In My Pocket

Hand In My Pocket - by Alanis Morissette

I'm broke but I'm happy, I'm poor but I'm kind, I'm short but I'm healthy,
yeah I'm high but I'm grounded, I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed,I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to is that everything's gonna be fine 
I've got one hand in my pocket,
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I'm sober I'm young and I'm underpaid I'm tired but I'm working,
yeah I care but I'm restless I'm here but I'm really gone I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby
What it all comes down to is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket 
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

And what it all comes down to is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I'm free but I'm focused I'm green but I'm wise I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing I'm brave but I'm chickenshit I'm sick but I'm pretty baby
And what it all boils down to is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano

And what it all comes down to my friends Is that everything's just fine 
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

You've Got Mail

I write to you,with only a whopping 3 hours of sleep under my belt from last night. how do i do it? coffee…friends .. random thoughts….but i won’t get into my antics.

I've been thinking about you. Last night I came online, i had a gut feeling you would be online..and you weren't there. I wish I knew why i felt so foolish. As I waited, someone else showed up, thus forcing me to sign out and write a mail to you instead..

Though i can hardly believe what i wrote mattered to you,but what if it did? no matter what u throw to me there is no excuse for my behavior. anyway i so wanted to talk to you. i hope you have a good reason for your silence or the pause you throw at me. you don't seem like the kind of person who'd do something like that.

Once the mail was sent(Sun, Jun 5, 2011 at 01:18 AM), there came the restlessness.... i spent all night tossing and turning trying to figure out what i should have said? what should i have said? my impatience was at an all-time high!! I was out with my two close friends having those midnight coffee-conversations but i wait impatiently starring at my cell as i check for a reply…and as i watch the sunrise from the bayview i did get the surprise alert “You’ve Got Mail” (Sun, Jun 5, 2011 at 5:59 AM) My breath catches in my chest as i read your reply...i could hear nothing...not even a sound.... i finally have mail from you ... ohhh yes!!! some very powerful words.

but as i pinched myself to reality i realized that the odd thing about this form of communication is you're more likely to talk about nothing than something and that’s exactly what you did... your reply was just enough to be some kind of a template. I doubt if you can feel the concern behind the messages i try to share to you? i hope you do. But still It wasn't personal...your reply what is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of it. All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. but it was personal to me.

the final nail was hit by the gmail team,with this new priority inbox thing – 'mail marked important mainly because of your interaction with messages in the conversation

I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many something’s. so, thanks for giving me this 'you've got mail' moment !!!

end of an era and a new season of our f.r.i.e.n.d.ship

dont know why i am writing this, my heart just move on its wish. Its just some lines in random... i remember you from the first day in the junior class but it is such a wonderful discovery to get a friend among many. I don’t know how deep our friendship is, i dont feel any bindings with you, why you mean so much to me is something very difficult to describe... but there are things so perfect that don’t show, they can be only felt and that’s what is here to stay.

9th march 2o11 6:30pm, as i got down from the cab outside 23/25, i was a lil heavy on my mind... it wasn't the same feeling and as i took the steps towards the back gate ...the nostalgia strikes... dunno if ill be waiting again for the pick up or the random evening plans would start from this road again... but somewhere i knew the end of the era for you is the best step ahead... and today it was your last day at work and i had to be there... i just felt part of your anxious and nostalgic moments.. and as we stepped out, there was an instant flashback of the good times we had starting from this very junction..

I don’t actually remember how our friendship grew to become this strong, compatible and true. You understand as i do, that there is a power in good friendship that distance, time, obstacles of any nature, cannot stop. It is strength and an odd calm with merely the thought of such people in your life.

Im glad our new season of friendship has begun and this ones sure going to go beyond the ten seasons.. *no evil eye*

thanks and all the very best always.

The Lost Hero

You really saw deep into the man Vinod Kambli provided. very well done and i truly liked it where you took it.. this was simply amazing....one of those romances..you connect dots like no one else.

i've definitely got to read more of your writing. your talent doesn't cease to amaze me from what i've read thus far and the title is perfect..

all the very best... always ... keep writing

last christmas, i gave you my heart
but the very next day, you gave it away

this year, to save me from tears
"i'll still give it to you again"

sometimes the things you want the most don't happen and what you least expect happens. i don't know - you meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet that one person and your life is changed.