Hold My Hand

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 57; the fifty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Madhu Vajpayee, the author of Seeking Redemption and Shades Publications, the publisher of Friendship- Bonds Beyond Time.

Why is it happening to me?
Why me?
Why are you leaving?
Why are you leaving to live ?
Why are you leaving to love?
Why are you leaving to live in love?
Are you just leaving or leaving me?

Or, Why were you made to leave me?

Why was it designed this way?

Who scripted it?

Why the inevitable separation?

Show me one man...
At least one person
in this entire existence...
Across Universes

Who loves you more than me
Who knows you more than me
Who cares you more than me
Who lives for you more than me

My life was all about you

Your unblemished smiles and happiness

Your ethereal presence and essence

Your innocuous choices and passions

I lived in your beautiful world

I am not letting you go

It is you who has the final say
I am no more me
I have always lived through you

Am boxed in your memories

Intangible and shriek

with crushing inexplicable pain

and torn worn-out neurons 

Come back ! My Dear!
Look at me
Give me a Hug
Hold my hand once
Show me the direction you always wanted us to go
Say loudly and Elatedly,"Papa, Let's Gooooooooooooooo!"
For one last time!

Come back! My Child!
For one last time!
Wipe my tears with your tiny hands
Feed me with you tender hands
Play with me like a princess!

Let me breathe in your lap
Let it be the final one
Let it be eternal
Hold it in your hand
Let it be with you
Let me be with you

Hold our memories
Hold our times
Hold our plays
Hold our mischief
Hold our love
Hold me

**From the last page(Day) of a Father's Diary(life)

-()-

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BeLoved

"... An intuitive desperate cognition with all it's neural schemas and neural patterns, clubbed with unblemished perceptions, crossing pragmatic horizons, beyond elated fantasies, and planes of acute dichotomy, made it's maiden leap to unveil all the vivid stigmas, in a much eccentric helix, gliding along the swarm of unmasked feelings and riding with ecstatic emotions of exuberance, to touch and feel the rarest invisible string of an enigmatic persona, only to realize that the ergodic coordinates of time surpassed his 'let it happen' probable syndrome as the paradigm shift was perpendicular, yet parallel, to the axis of their life ...."
......
...

It doesn't matter to her.

She had her Coffee and left, to be herself.

-()-

Tears-55Fiction

She cried
She cried more
She got tired
She cried again
And again
She cried louder
She has been crying since she shot him dead an hour ago.
She has been crying all these years
He was her father.
She was crying with pain,
looking into her mother's eyes.
Her mother was holding the gun.

D-Debit to Life

We defeat and demean ourselves in delectable digital digits and discouragingly  distorted dimensions, and dig deeply into the daily dumb diploma of drafted  diplomacy, with our disgraceful dreaded deeds dancing, definitely and desperately, to the dwarf and dull tunes of dragging decorative desires and deadly dangerous damn dusky destinations, only to dip and dab our disappointingly deceiving dim death, and dire dignity, in the decomposing debris of deformed and dethroned defective dark deserts.

Colour of Holi

In a deep tight sleep
You always keep digging
for that one Fragment
Why why why ???

The morning sun-rays
falling on your face
Through that little devil gap of window...
You are still in that darkness
that sleep, that dream...
without realising that your eyelids are shut

You know this second 
Only half of you is present here
You dont know ,
what the other half is doing 
in the world beyond the planets

Dream is your language
It shows you in ten mirrors

You live bit crazy in that world
Exactly the way you wanted to live here
Floating your body like a free bird
You fathom your mind depths
beautifully and cheerfully 
with Hugs
without complaints 
Even it is wounded or sick

In this world,
Unfortunately,
There is one and only one meaning
For the sentences We write...

Now, the sunlight has filled your room
Not knowing that there is one more night in you
You are moving away and away
Opening all the doors beyond the doors
without any direction
without any destination

By the way,
Do you remember that one 'Fragment'?
Do you know in which Script it is ???
Do you remember that Dream?
Do you know in which Colour it is ???
Ok.
Do you know in which Colour it was ???

                                  -()-
PS : Happy Holi

Lovelie

Long book no face...
Long face no look...
Long look no book..

Long life no you..
Long you no love..
Long love no life..

Long book no look
Long life no love

Long look no face
Long love no you

Live long love life
Long live love life
Live life long love
Love long live life

An Untold Story - Drabble

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It was 2 in the Midnight.

Charan was in acute depression.

It was been a week since his wife Anjali committed suicide...

His best friend Vincent came to console him and said

"How did this happen?"

" She came to know that i had an affair with my colleague"

 "Is it true?????"

 "Vincent, you know very well about me and the truth "

"Yes, of course, I do"

"But someone had lied to her "

"Who's that??"

"You know him, Vincent"

"Who???"

"It's you "....

........

The next day both were found stabbed to death.

Later, police investigation revealed that Anjali's death was a planned murder

--()--

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I did it...

I did a mistake

not when i did it

but when some people said it

they said it is deviant 

as i didn't bow before the stone...

I did a blunder

not when i did it

but when some grades held it

they said it is minuscule

as i needed one more mark to make it...

I did nothing

though i did it

it is trivial 

but the world said i am a success

just because i fell down and got up with a fake smile...

I did it...

on few occasions 

for myself 

without adjectives 

Neither impressions nor expectations 

just to realize that i did it....

and, i will do it. 

-()-

 Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Deviant, Minuscule and Trivial

PS : Thanks Rachana for being the inspiration :)

When Journey Meant More Than Destination - 55 Fiction

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Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Her age of 10 is craving for the delicious eye appealing ice creams...

Her taste buds are yearning for the decorated chocolate fountains...

The teddy bears and tweeties are inviting her for embrace...

She exchanged cute smiles with other kids...

Then came the flight announcement and she is yet to know that she is being sold.

-()-

PS : The original title for this post was "Terminal"

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FaceBus-77 Fiction

Note:- 77  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 77 words 

                                               FaceBus

Venkat was travelling in 225D which is one of the busiest city bus routes in Hyderabad...
His focus and concentration was more on the beautiful female conductor rather than his destination...
He catches the same bus, daily, exclusively, for her...
He was observing and scrutinizing every minute act of her...
He was eagerly waiting for her and she was nearing him gradually ...
She asked him for ticket and he smiled .....
She too smiled back at her Husband.

 -()-

Will - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Will

Harsh winters.

Dark midnight.

Isolated street.

Scaring silence.

Barking dogs. 

Active mosquitoes.

A bright street light.

A person beneath it was reading a book with concentration.

Sleep was inviting him but passion ignited him.

It was his compulsive compulsion as well as obligation. 

He was about to give his graduation exams.

He was a Gurkha.

Planning-55 Fiction

 Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

 

Planning

Being eldest, after her father's death, Manjula took the responsibility of her mother, one brother and two sisters...

After years of rigorous attempts, Manjula finally got selected for the government teacher job...

The family is in celebrations...

Manjula has started saving money for future needs, not for her siblings education, but for her marriage dowry...

Flavours!

Cold Winters...
in hinters
waking up at 4.30 am is really sweet...
but sleeping again with a hug of thick blanket is sweeter...
The sweetest thing to happen for ever is if it is a Sunday.

Scorching hot summer...
Standing since an hour
In a City bus wait
Hungry and angry appetite

Packed, tilted bus
Foot board Hangers
but still am into bus
Its drenching sweat
but still its sweet

In between the heat
I got a window seat
Isn't it sweeter?
Oh! Yes, am luckier

In between the journey
I got the Honey
Offering my seat
to an Old man's wait
Isn't it sweetest?
Oh ! Yes, more than Honey


Romantic Rains... 

Meeting a childhood friend, after years, is elatedly sweet.....
If it happens to be a girl, it is graciously sweeter.....
And if both exchange the rings in the next rainy, then its still sweeter.....
But, the SWEETEST honey can be, if they could remain as friends forever and ever.


In all seasons...
with all reasons....

Getting a job in a MNC, as a fresher, is a giga sweet...
Being offered an onsite opportunity is a bit tera sweeter.....
But, leaving the job in search of career, passions and dreams is the Uber Sweetest byte.


My 4ever Wish...

Having an elder sister is quite sweet......
Being gifted a bicycle by her is quaint sweeter.....
Sculpting her name on my bicycle, with pride and love , is the sweetest....
But parting with her coz of her marriage is damn hard......no its harder.......no no no...... its the HARDEST.

Chweet Secret...

Kissing a gal is curiously sweet...
If she kisses me back, its enormously sweeter...
But if her age is 3, nothing else can be deliciously Cho CHwEEeeeEetTesTt

" Happy UGADI "

Existence - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Existence

He is been lying beside his wife, day and night, since nine days without food. He can hardly move his body. The only thing which keeps him alive is a water bottle . He didnt give up. He has got only two things, his dead wife and Hope, under the rubble of an earthquake hit building.

PS1: An estimated three million people were affected by the earthquake in Haiti.

PS2: I thank Nethra for  motivating me to comeback with a 55ier :)

Square Bubble

You live in a bubble of your own. You love your bubble's eccentricity and transparency. You feel elated and inspired by the way your bubble of passion keeps floating in the air, though it is to be short lived. You are an off roader while others are on the highway. You are a voice that is unapologetic in acknowledging its roots, out of which it has grown and evolved gradually. In the era of plenty , you don't want to overdo things just to accentuate the effect. Your emphasis is on the significance of process rather than solution. You believe in going further and exploring new avenues. You hold a mirror that reflects the realities you had witnessed till now . And when the mirror broke , the realities multiplied. Even when you ask a question it comes across like a statement. Experiencing life in a different contexts provides you with a deeper understanding of life. It saves you from a narrow world view. You know that challenges are often the best tools for empowerment. The deeper the plunge, greater the challenge.

Dreaming under the stars of fiction, you allowed yourself to drift along the stream of consciousness. Many a sign board to the left and the right on the way tried and failed to lure you. It was tough for you when the wheel of time brought you back to where you started off. Its been a long journey from your desire to undesired destination. Soon you realized that Life's most valuable lessons are often tucked away in the basic pleasures and pursuits. You need to appreciate the simple things in life. You toiled like machine, chasing distant dreams, with no time to stop and stare. To make life meaningful, you must laud your efforts and accomplishments, before moving onto your next destination in life. You want to pause and give yourself a pat on the back for what you have achieved till now, before you discover the next big thing. Your juncture with books started with baby steps as books make you to understand experiences and experiences make you to understand books. It is not just a question of experience but also perspective and perception . Now, you are opinionated but not judgmental. You are habituated to move on like your bubble. You are on the right tracks now , don't stay there, keep moving, else, you will perish forever because of the fact , "One will be paid not to try but to succeed". You may still want to be in the same bubble, but dear, you need to adapt to a different bubble. May be an opaque and "Square Bubble ".

He is still standing

Note : 
1. This post is to explain the reason behind writing the topic              "My New Friend"
2. This post is dry and boring . So please bear with it.    Thanks for your time.

He is still standing. His gesture is imperceptible, unobservable, uncountable but he is standing with a clarity of thought . He is having a train of thoughts running on the tracks of tough-truths passing through the stations of Uncertainty and Expectations to reach the destination of Self-actualization. He is standing in an isolated corner of a crowded gathering. He is not alone but feeling lonely. Its not because of Failure or Depression. It is because of his consciousness that compulsions, obligations and circumstances keep him busy in executing his Brain's threads. He is neither complaining nor blaming. He is still standing. He is just looking around for that supportive shoulder, for a few seconds at least , to lean on and sigh, if not ventilate. He wants to move to take the happiness he finds in those small events and incidents , which may seem insignificant to others, but he cannot move.

He is still standing. He is just thinking about the race of rainbow he had dreamed. He started off it very well and indeed he was one of the front runners. He might not had the assurance of success then but he has got the right means and tracks to explore the potentiality, possibility and probability of worldly Success. But, suddenly he stopped running the race in between, for the reason, which is known only to him. He is just standing beside the race tracks. He is being surpassed and humiliated by everyone and within no time he realised that he is seeing them at the horizon. Then started the brickbats from the social pressure. But, he is still standing. His legs are asking him, daily, to take the run. He is dumb to the questions of his legs. He is still standing witnessing the sunrises and sunsets , daily, with a hope of a tiny slice of rainbow at least. The success obsessed society started the blame game with more intensity and it was quite obvious. He is listening to them but he is still standing in searching of the options to bear the humiliation and insult . He knows the reasons very well for his standing . He is helpless. How come he can answer to society's rational, logical , genuine and concerned questions where he is unable to answer his own legs. He has to be silent bearing all the mounted pressure on his shoulders and without complaining because of the fact that one cannot ask others to show care, concern, affection and love. They should blossom, unplanned. Emotional feelings are not verbs to manipulate but they are adjectives to erupt naturally. He stopped expecting care, concern, affection and love from others long back and he is searching desperately and deliberately for those 4 things within him, bearing the bags of unheard feelings and emotions, because he hates animated and wooden expressions of concern and care.

He still stands there. He even cannot respond to some genuine responses from others and in return he has to bear their ego lashes. His list of tags kept on growing. He is still silent and emotionless though his heart says that, " I am saturated, enough, i just cant hold this volcano of emotions. I need a channel to flush them out". He is still standing. His heart questioned him , " Why do u suffer so much for the things u were not responsible consciously ". Then his emotional and psychological vibrations gave his heart the answer that he has got a rational reason for why he is standing there. His heart and legs are supporting him by saying that they are ready to fight against everything except for the reason he has said. He is not bothered about the image but the way he is standing. He knows very well that his contenders are he and himself. He is competing with himself but certain things should happen at the right time. He wants to evolve to the maximum. He wants to broaden his wavelength of perception. He hasn't still got the command on Wisdom, but he still craves for realisation. It is not that he is sad but he is not happy , in spite of pleasures and comforts. Anyways, he is still standing, not for sympathy, but for solution.

Now, he has to run a race meant for someone else where neither his legs nor his heart are interested but his stomach is. May be its a matter of self respect as a human being that is making him to prepare for the new race. He has got only one feel good factor that at least he knows what is happening with and within him. Sometimes he feels that he is abandoned and dejected but the issue is so complex and obscure that even the best perceptions and empathy may not give their compassion to him. He has been offered many promises and assurances by many persons that they are ready to catch him if he falls. But they remained just promises of words and few raised the eyebrows instead . Anyways, its all about bearing the pain without showing and complaining, and, he is habituated to that. May be this is a part of evolution of life. He is learning to adopt and adapt to the new race with a pinch of new perceptions and flavours. But, in search of a shoulder......... he is still standing.

Sorryism

Sorry  … I did almost spent 15 minutes on thinking how to start my sarcastic and satirical anguish towards this so called self proclaimed sympathetic and empathetic five letter word in English which has the capability of rebinding any relation in this world and has been hijacked by the corporate culture. This word has been percolated in our daily life so much so that we are using it on par with its sibling word “Thanks”…… Literally it’s a good sign of Humanity that shows our concern towards our fellow beings. Then again its your turn to ask, “Mahesh, what’s your problem?”. You are right as usual. I have a problem, but not with the word ‘sorry’ , but with the the way people saying sorry. If you analyse properly, when we are not punctual we say “sorry”…… when we don’t greet on someone’s birthday, we say ‘sorry’…… when we don’t call our dear ones at stipulated time, we say ‘sorry’………….when we cant get what the other person said, we promptly say ‘sorry’……… when we sneeze in public, we say humbly ‘sorry’…….when someone asks you something and you don’t know, we reply ‘sorry’ ……….when we hear someone’s death , we say formal ‘sorry’……….whenever something blah blah happens, we blah blah ‘sorry’……….. Wow! What a culture and concern. We are improving and evolving day by day as human beings. Really do we? No, we aren’t 

Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had humiliated someone just because he couldn't converse in English? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had looked down upon someone who is very much rural? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had thrown water on someone’s only hopes? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had underestimated someone just because he was yet to get the so called posh, bubbled, pompous, decorated corporate job which we got earlier? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had misguided deliberately someone so that he should not surpass us in this wicked competitive world? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had cunningly avoided someone who wanted us to share our over-rated technical skills? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we made someone to feel inferior through our superior attitudinal gestures? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we hardly cared for someone who is desperate to share his grievances with you? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had shown bias and prejudice towards someone who is physically unattractive? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had exploited someone's honesty, sincerity and innocence? ...  Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we had shattered someone’s confidence levels so much so that he went into depression in-spite of knowing that once we were in the same position of someone? Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when our harsh words and pierced into someone's heart?. Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when our superiority complex dominated the introvert's territory? Finally, Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ even after realising that we had made a mistake/blunder ? Is it Ego ? or Self respect?

Yes, we are improving and evolving day by day as Arrogant, Attitudinal, Self-centered, Egoistic human beings who are busy in winning the rat race of corporate Consumerism. We are simply tagged and branded. Most of the times, the brand image and tags speak more than the words from human heart.

I am grudging so much because our timely and whole hearted sorry could have stopped someone in a malady of depression from attempting SUICIDE. Its true…… we are habituated to plastic sorry, we need smile sorry, we project corporate sorry, we display casual sorry, we carry ready-made sorry, but we forgot the true essence n feel of Sorry…………..Think once ……How human-full it will be if our timely words and gestures towards someone may make him to feel concerned and may make him to think twice before he takes some extreme step. We are not saying sorry where it matters the most. Of course all we need is a sincere and compassionate SORRY………………….. Where is such sorry? Do we have such sorry? If you have such sorry then answer the below question.

" Why didn't we say ‘sorry’ when we hardly thought about donating towards recent flood victims?"

Now its up to you to choose which type of sorry you want to say……

I hope we will stop polluting and corrupting the gentle word Sorry.I want to say sorry to the word ‘sorry’ for obvious reasons.


Sorry "SORRY"…….!

Flavours

Cold Winters....
in hinters

waking up at 4.30 am is really sweet...
but sleeping again with a hug of thick blanket is sweeter...
The sweetest thing to happen for ever is if it is a Sunday.


Scorching hot summer......
Standing since an hour
In a City bus wait
Hungry and angry appetite

Packed, tilted bus
Foot board Hangers
but still am into bus
Its drenching sweat
but still its sweet

In between the heat
I got a window seat
Isn't its sweeter?
Oh! Yes, am luckier

In between the journey
I got the Honey
Offering my seat
to an Old man's wait
Isn't it sweetest?
Oh ! Yes, more than Honey


Romantic Rains.....

Meeting a childhood friend, after years, is elatedly sweet.....
If it happens to be a girl, it is graciously sweeter.....
And if both exchange the rings in the next rainy, then its still sweeter.....
But, the SWEETEST honey can be, if they could remain as friends forever and ever.


In all seasons....
with all reasons....

Getting a job in a MNC, as a fresher, is a giga sweet...
Being offered an onsite opportunity is a bit tera sweeter.....
But, leaving the job in search of career, passions and dreams is the Uber Sweetest byte.


My 4ever Wish.....

Having an elder sister is quite sweet......
Being gifted a bicycle by her is quaint sweeter.....
Sculpting her name on my bicycle, with pride and love , is the sweetest....
But parting with her coz of her marriage is damn hard......no its harder.......no no no...... its the HARDEST.


Chweet Secret...

Kissing a gal is curiously sweet...
If she kisses me back, its enormously sweeter...
But if her age is 3, nothing else can be deliciously Cho CHwEEeeeEETesT.

There is No One Best Way

" There is No One Best way "...... I follow this quote quite religiously with conscience and rationality. You can find this quote on many of my books i read. Recently, I did realise it in a more deeper and broader way, after coming across Ravindranath Tagore's writings. What I understood from Tagore is that,...... only the ignorant try to imitate the behaviour of others. Intelligent people do not waste their time on that, they develop their personal abilities and talents , for they know that no two leaves are alike in a forest of a hundred thousand trees. They know their potential and scope. They try neither to imitate nor to emulate. They just create their own path and carve a niche for themselves. No two journeys are alike on the same path. May be god is also intelligent and seeks diversity in everything he creates. Here I do not want to talk about imitation with respect to careers, jobs, passions, fashions, interests, tastes, orientations, preferences, priorities, perceptions, likes, dislikes as all these are very much related to relativity and subjectivity. Almost every man wastes part of his life attempting to display qualities which he doesn't possess.

All these years, I have come across one special type of imitation, where people want to love a girl/boy only because someone else is doing that. They do feel it as a status symbol and think that it brings special recognition among their circles. I do not know whether they do this for the sake of publicity or popularity (There is a difference. Popularity is a social disease). Even we tend to imitate in expressing our love to our dream. I am not saying that it is a mistake. Everyone one of us are in search of our dream girl/boy. Most of the times what happens between a couple is that they love themselves in others. I feel that the beginning of Love is to let those we love be themselves, and do not twist them to fit our own image and parameters. Else, we love only the reflection of ourselves in them. We have to accept them as they are rather than the way we want them to be.

My primary concern is regarding why do people imitate even in the matters of success and failure. Why we are so stereotyped even in responding to success and failure? Why do we draw a sharp and distinctive line between Success and failure? Cant we overlap them as a package ?

My friend Karthik is a fine example for that. There were situations in his life where he could not even cry properly in the malady of depression. He was cornered totally and was feeling utterly low . He had neither a leaf nor a fruit to pluck. But he realised that he has got still one more thing with him that can take him to heights ie, HOPE. He buried the past, which is dead. He embraced crude truths and naked realities. He came to know that Success is a mere Perception and very much relative. He felt that success is not getting over every examination that life keeps throwing at you. However, Success is definitely is in accepting who you are and more importantly following your heart and instincts. Fate conspired to give Karthik one more chance to fulfill his dream. He recognized that the art of living lies not in eliminating but in growing with troubles. He says that dreams do not vanish as long as we do not abandon them. His heart conveys that he is not a victim of a Failure, unless he thinks he is. He lives life believing that glass is half full. Now, karthik talks with me with a smile of wisdom which says that " Beyond academics, life skills also matter ". He did not leave anything to luck, he takes up challenges. Anyways, he has got his key to Success.

Now, you may ask me whether Karthik is a success or a failure. I strongly believe that 'A man who has done his level best is a success, even though the world may write him down a failure'. Karthik is a Success in his intent and a failure by chance. I do call Karthik a success, because he has learnt the "Smile of Wisdom", which cannot be imitated but has to be achieved in every one's own way. We may not have the choice regarding the events that occur in life, but we do have choice in responding to those events. The strange thing you may smell is that why did i write about Imitation, Love, Dreams, Success/Failure and Wisdom in this post. Yeah, I do have a purpose here. I want to share with you guys that " the wisdom lies in not imitating love for someone else dreams to achieve our Success " . It is my key to Success . I am absolutely sure that this key will not work for you guys as I said at the starting of this post that " There is No One Best way... "

New Year Wave, 2009

Liberty of Impression
Freedom of Expression
Being myself could cause trouble
Being someone else could cause confusion

Cramming without interest
Measuring intelligence
Index of Competitive success
Material consumerism


Information Market
Breaking News
Toxic Feeds
Flash Weeds

Urban Tracks
Hurry and Scurry
Stealing precious moments
Time is of essence
So what?


Midnight blasts
Clocks and Ticks
Music and Masthi
Josh and Beer

Get togethers
Rap and Rides
Pubs and Roads
Lights and Fights

Calenders and Resolutions
Numbers and Figures
Diaries and Plans
Tours and Gifts
Memories and Hopes

Fragrance of New
Desires are in Queue
Dreams are in dew
Options are few
Is that you?

Yeah , yeah, yeah
Pleasant to have
New Year Wave, 2009