As I sit looking out of my room window, I only see the fire exit sign hanging on the stairs. And I begin to wonder, why the hell did I end up in a room from where I can only see the escape stairs. Taking a risk of viewing this as a metaphor, was this move in my life in a greater sense an escape route??
Lately, assignments, job application forms and BBC documentaries have activated some long lost grey cells which were probably on the verge of extinction. And the only answer my mind figures out to every question asked is "What do you want from me". As always, a song by Floyd sums it up more beautifully than I can ever do.
"What Do You Want from Me"
As you look around this room tonight
Settle in your seat and dim the lights
Do you want my blood, do you want my tears
What do you want
What do you want from me
Should I sing until I can't sing any more
Play these strings until my fingers are raw
You're so hard to please
What do you want from me
Do you think that I know something you don't know
What do you want from me
If I don't promise you the answers would you go
What do you want from me
Should I stand out in the rain
Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you
I'm not the one you need
What do you want from me
(David Gilmour/Richard Wright/Polly Samson)
That's it guys, this blog is alive again, not for the sake of being on the internet, but just for 'being'...
Deepak
