My Old Kentucky Home

Words and Music by: Stephen C. Foster

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the people are gay;
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day;
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy, and bright,
By'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!

Chorus

Weep no more, my lady,
Oh weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.

They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin door;
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the people have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!

Chorus

The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the people may go;
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where sugar-canes may grow;
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light,
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!

Chorus

When this cruel war is over

Dearest Love, do you remember?

When we last did meet?

How you told me that you loved me kneeling at my feet.

How proud you stood before me in your suit of blue [grey]

When you vowed to me and country ever to be true? [nevermore to stray]

Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears, how vain!

When this cruel war is over praying then to meet again.

When the summer breeze is sighing, mournfully along,

Or when autumn leaves are falling, sadly breathes this song.

Oft in dreams I see thee lying on the battle plain,

Lonely, wounded, even dying, calling out in vain.

Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears, how vain!

When this cruel war is over praying then to meet again.

If amid the din of battle, nobly you should fall,

Far away from those who love you, none to hear you call

Who would whisper words of comfort, who would soothe your pain?

Ah! The many cruel fancies, ever in my brain.

Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears, how vain!

When this cruel war is over praying then to meet again.

But our Country called you, Darling, angels cheer your way;

While our nation's sons are fighting, we can only pray.

Nobly strike for God and Liberty, let all nations see,

How we loved our starry banner, emblem of the free.

Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears, how vain!

When this cruel war is over praying then to meet again.

She is far from the land

She is far from the land
Where her young hero sleeps,
And lovers are round her, sighing;
But coldly she turns
From their gaze, and weeps,
For her heart in his grave is lying.

She sings the wild songs
Of her dear native plains,
Ev'ry note which she loved awakening -
Ah! little they think
Who delight in her strains,
How the heart of the Minstrel
is breaking.

He had lived for his love,
For his country he died,
They were all that to life
Had entwined him -
Nor soon shall the tears
Of his country be dried,
Nor long will his love
Stay behind him.

Oh! make her a grave
Where the sunbeams rest,
When they promise a glorious morrow;
They'll shine o'er her sleep
Like a smile from the West,
From her own loved
Island of sorrow.

-Thomas Moore

A random day in my life

Heylos.... Lotsa people blog and everyone has a different story to share. And there are a million thigs people want to tell everyone and a hundred million that they don't. I have never ever coined the teeny meeny details of my life. But today I think I'm going to try that.


"The morning began as any other. I woke up with the feeling that I have all the work in the world to do (which I probably did according to my dazed, sleepy brain but who would ever explain to it that there are others who have a lot more??) and that any minute wasted would ruin everything. Btw all the work in the world consisted of 2 tutorials. And so like a good girl I drag my lazy ass to the table and diligently switch on the laptop. And (duh.... ofcourse I didn't start working) I realised I could spend a few moments in idle gtalking in an effort to wake myself up. That resulted in quite a bit of wasting of my time. Then I did study for some time before I decided that I needed a break and that I can watch an episode of Scrubs while I have breakfast. And so went he morning with a few breaks and a few naps here and there and I only managed to do a few q’s of both tutorials and get late for the first one as a result of which I couldn’t participate in either.

Then after a lunch at Subway came the much dreaded lab. Now despite my efforts to get hold of a log-book I had been unable to do so. The result of which was me sitting in the lab for 45 loooooooooooooongg minutes waiting for my brain to be tingled by the sensations in the atmosphere an produce something that might make a little sense and earn me a few marks too. But ah well life isn’t that miraculous afterall. Or atleast my brain isn’t. And so I strived and struggled and went to get Kalpit’s log-book a few times, all the while feeling like a sly crook(ohh how I hate that feeling) till I finally found it and then it was a breeeeeeze.........

Back to PGP and then it was Scrubs time again. Its really amazing how I can get addicted to the silliest things. Ah man. I must learn to fight and not just think about stopping it. Dinner. And here I am blogging away.”


Well if I was hoping I could be a witty, entertaining writer I think I’m disappointed. But then it was a good time pass. (Is it all that life boils down to???? Passing away precious time!!! The time passes away and all you can do is mourn its loss and cry with regret.) But then I think I’m better at rambling. Like writing about random theories and fantasies of mine. :D That’s all for now. Adios!!!

Wheeeeeee........

Happy Birthday to me!!!!! Considering that it is my birthday I should atleast wish myself... I have an urge to ramble like always but ah well..... :D :D

People are books

Well of all the random things that I write here is the latest. My analogy about how people are books: :D :D

1. All people are books written in different languages.
That is why it takes time to get to know people when you first meet them. But once you start reading the book you start learning the language. Some are difficult to learn and it feels like you've known some forever.

2. The world is a library.
It is full of people you can choose to know and read. But some books are not as interesting, some plain boring, some mysteries while some tragic. Its a fine medley(I'm not sure if that is the word I was looking for but ah well... )

3. Do not judge a book by its cover.
Hahaha! I couldn't help this one.

4. Introverts and extroverts.
This one is a bit hard to explain but I guess you could look at it like this. Introverts are people who are tough to read. Difficult language but all you need it the key and then as simple as ever. Vice versa for extroverts lol.

5. You can specialise but never know a language fully.
Its not really possible to know every little thing about a person. (More often than not he himself does not know himself that well.) So you can be best friends or life partners and yet there will always be something new to discover. Something that you can read deep into.

6. Look for deeper meanings.
Not everything in a book is supposed to be taken at its face value. You gotta read deeper into things. Sometimes. (Don't overdo. Really!)

7. No book is ever the same unless it is reprinted. But humans can't be reprinted.

Well, I'm not sure if the last one mad sense but I had to write 7 and well I kinda forgot a few. :)

And miles to go before I sleep.......

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Muses...

There is so much that we all feel that we might be oblivious to. Feelings that we block out because we can't or as happens more often we don't wanna recognise them. Emotions that would tell the world what really is inside you. And yet why would you want the world to know all that? Why would you want anyone to know when you also fail to recognise it? We are all so caught up in our worlds or the worlds that we want to create that we forget whom we are creating them for. The "I" is lost leaving nothing but emptines. But who misses the "I"?? Why is "I" the first and easiest for us to sacrifice??? And we call ourselves selfish!!

And yet its so difficult to judge what we really feel. So much of the emotions that we "think" we are undergoing are actually just what we think we ought to be feeling and what we want to feel.

Is there a difference between what you think and what you feel? Why does everyone pit the heart against the brain? Why don't we accept that the brain can be irrational or that thinking and feeling can go hand in hand? Does everything we feel have to be defied by logic?? Infact shouldnt our brain and heart be in it together? To make the feeling complete. To make it a whole.

I had started talking about something and went onto what dunno. For once I am not going to allow myself to ramble on about things and get away with them easily. I don't even know what i want to write about. Just create words that would somehow crystalise the emptiness within. Suddenly everything is bleak and I don't know where to turn to.

An abrupt goodbye. The words shall be divulged but not here. This is not the place.

Veronica decides to die

"Poets loved the full moon, they wrote thousands of poems about it, but it was the new moon that Veronika loved the best because there was still room for it to grow, to expand, to fill the whole of its surface with light before its inevitable decline."

Maybe she chose to commit suicide because she thought that her life has now reached the full moon phase and there would be nothing but decline.

"What makes a person hate themselves? -Cowardice perhaps. Or the eternal fear of being wrong, of not doing what others expect."

Its always natural to protect and defend oneself. How often have we heard ourselves justify to everyone that what we did and said was right because I can rarely be wrong, and even if I am I surely cannot let you tell me without trying to prove otherwise. And yet at some point this spirit leaves us so that we set out to harm the ME.


" 'Be like the fountain that overflows, and not merely like the cistern that contains.' -English poet

I always thought it was dangerous to overflow, because we might end up flooding areas occupied by our loved ones and drowning them with our love and enthusiasm. All my life I did my best to be a cistern, never going beyond the limits of my inner walls.
........ But yesterday, because of a piano and a young woman who is probably dead by now, I learned something very important: life inside is exactly the same as the life inside. Both there and here, people gather together in groups, they bulid their walls and allow nothing strange to trouble their mediocre existences. They do things because they're used to doing them, they study useless subjects, they have fun because they're supposed to have fun, and the rest of the world can go hang - let them sort themselves out. At the very most, they watch the news on television - as we often did - as as confirmation of their happiness, in a world full of problems and injustices.

What I'm saying is that the life of the Fraternity is exactly the same as the lives of almost everyone outside Villete, carefully avoiding all knowledge of what lies beyond the glass walla of the aquarium. For a long time, it was comforting and useful, but people change, and now I'm off in search of adventures, even though I'm sixty-five and fully aware of all the limitations that age can bring. I'm going to Bosnia. There are people waiting for me there. Although they don't yet know me, and i don't know them. But I'm sure I'm sure I can be useful, and the danger of an adventure is worth thousand days of ease and comfort. "

Random quotes

A few words can speak volumes. Some of the most beautiful quotes that I have heard.

Solitude is a good place to visit but a poor place to stay. -Unknown

Apathy is the glove into which evil slips its hand. -Unknown

A person can run away from his troubles just as easily as he can run away from his shadow. -Unknown

Art is the demonstration that the ordinary is extraordinary. -Unknown

A wish is a desire without anyattempt to attain its end. -Unknown