Saturday, April 12, 2008

Radio Nowhere

Why are there 5 degrees of freedom but six degrees of separation?
Why does every closeness need to be given a name?
Why does watching the stations go by at 12 a.m. make me so terribly sad?
Why does everyone go away in the end?
Why do I not even need to screw up?

Many years have passed
since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
U
pon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold

3 comments:

Vatsala said...

some love for you , from me . Because I think you could use it .


remember ... "painted stations whistled by ...." ?


old trains at night when they a r e almost empty can be balm , do you feel the same ? and then , I dont feel like abandoning the station.

Im in love and despair.sigh.I could use a lot of love.me too.

Aditi said...

This is one of my favourite songs.. :)

ray said...

Hi ,

I was reading ur blog posts and found some of them to be wow.. u write well.. Why don't you popularize it more.. ur posts on ur blog 'Eye In The Sky' took my particular attention as some of them are interesting topics of mine too;

BTW I help out some ex-IIMA guys who with another batch mate run www.rambhai.com where you can post links to your most loved blog-posts. Rambhai was the chaiwala at IIMA and it is a site where users can themselves share links to blog posts etc and other can find and vote on them. The best make it to the homepage!

This way you can reach out to rambhai readers some of whom could become your ardent fans.. who knows.. :)

Cheers,