yaman kalyan

Dearest shadow...

before you scroll down to check out when was the last time i blogged, lemme stop you...i have legitimate reasons...i've not been lazy...so please be kind....alrighty....i have so much to write that i might just surpass my term papers...that was a warning by the way....

hmmm.....life's been gorgeous...simply gorgeous...good company....good food and good music....cant get any better eh? well, it does....especially when you make that music yourself...with lots of laughter to share...secrets to keep and little gossips to share... :)

i've started singing to myself...all the orchestra pieces are stuck in my head...so much so that when i take 96 back home from a long hard day, i hum the tunes to myself....bet the people next to me think i've gone berserk or something...its a long journey home...especially if its going to reach midnight....on quiet, cold nights, a pink pashmina and those tunes keep me company...i dont know how people do it....how can they create such beautiful music? how can they be such masters and yet so humble? How can there be people created so perfect? how can a man create such perfection? this certainly goes beyond talent....i dare say, its the pinnacle of birth...to reach such a stage....how gifted one has to be...

alas, i'm full of flaws...why did god have to make humans imperfect? i cant stand imperfection....i need the assurance that i'm reaching there...but when i come in contact with such wonderful people, i feel small....like a toddler...sigh.....i know i should not be in a hurry to grow up....

I guess, i've been smiling alot lately....perhaps the rehearsals? :P ok...i know it IS the rehearsals...my only complaint abt them is that they end late....other than that, i'm more than glad to sit there...till my knee and back aches that is...ok...so its cuz of the conductor....he's nice...more than nice i guess....just perfect in fact...heh....

lemme think...when was the last time i felt this way....hmmmm....oh my...thats a long time...way back to the first guy i kissed....wait...its the other way round....i cant kiss...bleah...wait. why am i even saying this?? geez.

ok....yet again, i digress.....lets get back.

before you get ALL excited and all, its not to do with romance or whatever....lets face it...i'm not a romantic person. far too practical to be romantic...its to do with my preoccupation with the magic words: perfection & music. its like, the musician meets his instrument...and there's harmony....same thing....music meets perfection...conductor meets music and its prefect! and you are part of that perfection although you are flawed....you feel this strange affinity....and you realise that you have really found your love. gorgeous. flawless.

i found my love. yaman kalyan. thats the name of my love. so thats what its about. yaman kalyan. and i'll say one more thing. his wife is darn lucky.

i'm lucky too....i found yaman kalyan. a companion to the warmth of the pink pashmina. and to my the deepest depths of my soul :)