Show Biz

It has been a real long day today, not a great start to it but luckily a peaceful evening. Sleeping for just 3-4 hours a day has become part and parcel of this not so busy schedule. Final year of Mba does not keep the students academically busy to say the least (may be this statement is limited only to the Marketing students) for most of the trimester we have hardly had any lectures. Fortunately or unfortunately the irregularity in academic schedule has come to an end this week, for we had lectures till late evening for the entire week and like everybody else I too was waiting for the week to end, and hoping that the sunday would give me the time to rest my back which has been paining badly since the last 2 weeks. But all the hopes went down the drain when i realized i had to attend a family function and i could not easily say no to it for the sake of ones' who claimed the importance of my presence at the occassion.

I should have understood the flow of the day with the way it day started, left home around 9.30 am for i had to take my nephew to the dance class, hardly 2kms away from home the back wheel of my bike got punctured again (again becuase it had got punctured only 2 days ago and i took my 3 hrs to find a mechanic and get it fixed), while i was cribbing my nephew was happy as he got a reason to miss his dance class. It was a sunday and only close to 10 am, hence finding a mechanic was a tough job to do, but with Danu's company it did not seem very difficult, its amazing how a 7 year old can be so motivating and supportive. Finally got the bike fixed and came back home around 11 , then was asked to go shopping with dad to buy gifts (and not a gift) for the function we were all to attend in the afternoon. Sometimes i  wonder if celebrating every little occassion is just a way of flauting your wealth and receiving gifts.I generally do not prefer attending family get togethers unless its close family wedding but  this time i had no choice(a bad choice though) but to attend it for the sake of  maintaining the charm of the newly built relationships. I find such functions a waste of time,energy and money and an easy way of flaunting ones wardrobe and jewellery collection  and also to a large extent the bond with their spouse (irrespective of how weak or incompatible the bond is, Indian Men and women can easily pretend to be the most caring and loving partners at such occassions).

After a careful selection of gifts came back home, for some known but not to be mentioned reasons i chose to dress up in a manner different than i normally do- a little extra jewellery than i did the last time i attended a function by the same host Only after reaching their did i realize that i was dressed in a much simpler way than other guests there did, that any which ways does not matter to me and  respect every ones own style of dressing. But what i do not understand or rather do not like is the way people judge others by the way they are dressed or by the number of  soverigns they are wearing and its more hurting when someone who claimed the importance of your presence at the occassion also comments though in a very subtle manner on the way you are dressed or done your hair. Why is it that everything else becomes more important than the person itself, if i chose to attend the uninteresting function even though you know that i have stopped attending any such celebrations then why do you care how i am dressed, why dont you just ignore what the other good for nothing,useless, fat gossip mongers say , when i have no problem with the way i look then why do you care. Why dont you stop advising me and accept things the way they are. Why dont people realize that the relationship is more important than the outer look of the individual with whom you share the relationship and why cant we stop changing the way others dress, eat , walk and talk.

Only you

Everytime I look at you
My Love for you comes through
But how does one hide
The feelings so deep and true

A look into your gleaming eyes
Without words answers all the Whys
I Watch you walk with faultless grace
Could spend my life just watching your glowing face

Your laugh is such a great delight
You are my shining armour Knight
Your smile warms my soul with gay
Your voice takes my breath away

But what I see that brings these tears
And causes me my greatest fears
Are not the things I've told till now
But rather what fate wont allow

In those deep eyes I will never see
A look of love from you to me
I 'll watch you walk, but walk away
I 'll miss you each and every day


You will laugh and you'll celebrate
You'll smile but that smile isn't for me
You'll care but not for me
You'll love but not me
Someone else will hold your hand
And leave my feelings tightly canned

Whatever I do and wherever I wander
That you love me , I 'll never hear
And one thing that god has due
Is this chance to spend my life with you

Tomorrow when I am not here

When tomorrow's Sun rises up
And I am not there to see,
And empty skies still flood your eyes
And the rain falls down for me

I wish you would not shed
One single tear this day
Don't revoke the words we spoke
or did'nt get to say

Hold the hands of your loves
Mourn with those who grieve
Remember me not as one more taken
But as an angel that had to leave.

Look up into the voiceless night
Souls are the stars that shine
Watch out, and have no doubt
that one of them is mine.

So, let me carry your heavy heart
And wipe away your sorrow
For when you rise with a brand new sun
I won't be there tomorrow.

Through all the seasons

Without Rhyme or reasons

You are the sunshine of my days

Filling them with happiness in all the ways

Missing you is so much more

Than just a feeling

something which gives life more meaning

It is not easy for me to say

Whats lies deep down my heart

Only the thought of you

Brings a smile to my gloomy face

Words really can't express my love

But I am always sure you know

That I 'll be by your side each and every day

Through losses and gains

For you are running through my veins

Choice No Choice

Yet another Friday and looks like my blogging senses are at their best on a Friday, with my limited vocabulary I do not find the right word to define this sudden interest, I am sure suchandra would have taken not more than 3 secs in doing that. well the reasons for writing at this hour could be many- lack of sleep after a 4 hour sleep in afternoon and nothing really to read though i have an exam tomorrow morning or lack of sleep due to the heavy dinner courtesy 56 bhog at dining table owing to surprise visit by sis and jiju. Everytime I meet jiju I find a good friend in him, he is sensible and yet sensitive, a rare combination, in men especially and he is one reason I am happy about the choice my family made. This reminds me of something I have learnt after a varying set of experiences in the past 2-3 years that "The only things we can control in life are the choices we make" and I somehow cannot stop pondering over this thought.

Making choices is a vital part of life,we choose what we wear, eat ,drink, which places to visit, which car to buy,who to make friends with, who not to make friends with, who to like,love & care , who not to and most importantly we choose that one special person who eventually becomes an inseparable part of our life (at least for some of us). However while on one hand we come across several instances when we make choices, on the other hand we also have the option of opting for alternatives when what we choose or desire to possess is unavailable or cannot be reached for. As a kid i always wanted to be a doctor, that was the choice I made much before I even passed out my high school but as life had it and depending on the situation then I had to drop my plan and go for an alternative instead, it had nothing to do with my scores, entrance exam ranking, or interest levels, I was quite sure with all that I would have definitely made to one of the top medical colleges in the city but many a times things dont work the way we want them to and we end up looking for an alternative. While some alternatives we opt for turn out to be actually better than our initial choice some dont even match up to it resulting in lack of interest or passion in whatever we do think and feel .As a normal human trait we at some point or other come across such circumstances where we let go off something close to our heart and accept something which we never needed or desired for. But the question here is Is it always necessary that we give up something we want to do, stop working to make our dreams come true and make those unnecessary compromises in life?. I would say yes, to some extent it may be necessary but not always and not when I do not want to and especially when I do not think I can handle or accept the change whole heartedly. As an individual I have the rights to make the choice and if i am not allowed to do so I atleast should have the right to choose the option of 'No Choice' a condition where a person does not have to choose an alternative when he /she cannot fulfill their initial choice. I personally do not think it is always necessary to look for alternatives, I want to buy a certain car, but it is not available immediately, in that case i would not mind waiting for a couple of weeks or months but what happens if the agent is unable to deliver the car for 6 months or the company has stopped the production of that particular model, I obviously have to choose an alternative. Similar is the case for most of the things, a house, a watch , a piece of jewellery as these are just materialistic things which make our life comfortable or help us make a style statement, here I or most of us would not mind looking for alternatives, these things do not define or design my life any which ways, so whats the big deal.

The big deal is when we have to part with not a thing but with an emotion, a relationship, a dream or that special person who we have spent the best days of our life with , someone who has not just been a best friend, support and the love of your life but the most important part of your life, so much so that your day started and ended by listening to his voice, he has been that one person you shared all your experiences- good or bad and happiness with , when you have never ever taken a decision without his consent from the time he has entered your life and that your entire world revolves around that one single person . But as the time changes we get in a situation where we have to part with that special part of our life and thats the toughest decision to make but considering what the situation demands we do take the decision either by choice or by force , we may part with the person but how does one part with the feeling, the emotions, the time you've shared with that special someone and the love you lost for no fault of yours. So what if the entire world is against your choice, so what if people around you are advising and looking out for alternatives to make up for your loss and so what if that special someone is now busy managing his new relationships and plotting a career graph. How does any of these or even all these together even matter. It definitely dosent mean one should scrap their dream and find for an alternative, if i made a decision of letting go what i desired to have then is it necessary that I also make an other choice, is it necessary that I go against my own will and values only to shut the mouths of a few social animals around or to please the ones who never seem to understand ,especially when I do not think I have the ability ,patience and willingness to handle something undesired. Can't an individual who is educated, independent and capable of taking care of self and also a few others have the option of 'No Choice' after having lost his/her choice to the complexities of nature and the society.

Lazy friday evening

Yeah I know the frequency of my posts has increased of late, this time thanks to section 144 that gave us all a 4 days break , a break just before the trimester exams is like a glass of refreshing ice tea(have started experimenting in the kitchen again !) on a humid friday evening. The last 3 days have kept me busy in completing the assignments -a 5000 words report on a digital marketing model , Point of view report on IT compliance, enterprise networking project synopsis and finally the long pending summer internship project report(Changes post review), sounds like I am doing a diploma in IT but these are my MBA assignments. The swollen and watering eye with blurred vision did keep me restless in the last few days but I am glad that all my assignments are complete much before the deadlines and most importantly before the exams scheduled from Monday. I am more worried about the post exam secnario for placements are scheduled to start in a month from now and the sensex has crossed 20k brings in mixed feelings- is it a boom or a doom, well hoping and praying it to be former though



Since its a friday I am sure most of my friends must have planned their evening and late night parties and also for the weekend ahead and i found it the best time to blog as i plan to start studying for my exams in the next 1 hour. For 1 reason I am glad i chose marketing as my major since it does not require much effort atleast in preparing from the examination point of view and the fact that we have 3 IT subjects definitely helps me if not some of my classmates.



Having nothing much to do and not planning to go out I have best utilized the evening in setting up my new crappy hairstyle and a much needed pedicure. God knows what inspired me to experiment that in the last 6 months i have tried 3 different hairstyles chopping my hair from almost waist length to a length which falls a little below my ears now and I doubly hate it :( hoping i would stop experimenting any further for if I do then mom will definitely throw me out of the house- not that i hate being thrown out. The day has been pretty good as i got to spend quality time with the little angels Daniyal and Dayan, its amazing how these kids bring the kid back into me from fighting for a piece of chocolate, humming nursery rhymes, hiding under the bed, making wierd faces to playing mario and chess titans on my laptop. Its surprising how these wizkids play the games and handle the laptop like an expert, there is so much to learn from them and i already feel a generation gap between us. Not to forget is the little conversation I had with mom, a very open hearted chat, probably the first time ever I had such a sensitive talk. Sometimes a few words or should i say the way a message is communicated is much more effective than a 1oo actions, her words clearly reflected the love and affection for me making me feel good, with that smile on her face I am sure she must have felt great too. And keeping this good feeling intact i now want to study as planned, i hope i dont postpone the plan :)

Double Standards

This post was never planned though the thoughts expressed here have been frequenting my mind quite often. An incident which happened last night has raised many questions and is thus the driving force for the post.
We humans as individuals always set certain boundaries for self as well as our near and dear ones, we expect people around us to behave,act and talk in a certain way most of the times, we set rules, define relationships, specify whats right and whats not. However what i fail to understand is that why is it that we do not follow what we preach? Why is that we advise others on not doing something but dont hesitate doing it ourselves? When someone wants to listen to their heart, follow his/her dreams, live life on their own terms we either do not let that happen or make situations difficult for them but when it comes to oneself we find ways of justifying our ways and give several excuses to explain our stand. Why is that we give hundreds of reasons to support what we do and believe in and still not give others that one single chance, a chance that can change their entire life?
What is worng for others suddenly becomes right for self and everything else becomes immaterial irrespective of the truth and the intensity of the situation and yet remains wrong for others. Why is it that we follow Double Standards? Why can't rules be the same irrespective of the age, caste, religion, gender, social status etc.
Is it because of the way we are brought up, the society we live in, the values we hold or is it simply because of an inherent human nature or a selfish gene that exists within us.Why dont we understand whats told loud and clear to us and instead try to find out the hidden meaning of whats not told and then make our own conclusions. Why is it that we hurt those people the most who we indeed love and care about. Many a times even when we know we are right and have all the liberty to talk about it, to express, alas we realize that we have no choice but feel helpless and laugh at it. Would life have been simpler and meaningful had it not been just about trying to impress people or the so called society around us, being submissive to the ones who have authority & giving up what you strongly believe in. Why cant we just be our ownself and shed the masks?? Why cant we believe in the happiness of others??

Hyderabad Blues Part 2

On popular demand by a few of my very close friends, I have finally found some time to write about the most wonderful days of my life in hyderabad. Since my last post I have realized that MBA keeps us busy most of the times doing things which hardly take time..

After the 3 days wait and experiments at the hostel, finally the day i had been looking forward to had come. I had to report for the first day of my training at the office campus , excited I reached the bus depot 15 mins earlier than the reporting time. It was a completely different experience, fresh new faces full of excitement around me, most of them including me wearing new clothes, While i dont remember much of the bus journey from the city to the campus(I am sure it must not have been very exciting. On reaching I was awestruck looking at the campus, it was bigger than I had imagined it to be, with very well built and maintained blocks (buildings). All the trainees who reported on that day were sent to two seperate blocks -3 &4 and what came next was a shocking surprise test for all the 600 plus trainees. Having no choice all of us had to occupy a seat in the training lab which had posh seating arrangements and great infrastructure. While I had started to feel nervous about the test, i could see one little cute girl full of excitement moving here and there looking for a corner seat (corner seats are always safe during exams!!) , finally this girl occupied the seat next to me and from then until the test started or rather the test ended went on talking non stop. chatter patter chatter patter.... and very cleverly passing comments on the people sitting quietly next to her, its a different thing that I was the only girl sitting next to her. Little had i known that this little bak bak machine would turn out to be my best friend in hyd and even after that.

Our batch had the training in a location outside the office campus, we were cleverly deprived of the facilities of the campus for the first 2 weeks , but it was at this place that i met people who are now my best buddies. The training at this location was tough to handle as it lasted mostly for the entire day, but thanks to the full of energy and enthusiastic professors who trained us that the energy levels of all of us there also remained on par with them. We had a few entertainment sessions in between the training sessions and in one of those sessions one girl very boldly volunteered to sing a song on the stage, it was quite a bold move considering the fact that there were close to 300 people in the auditorium-oh yes the training room was actually an auditorium. Once the girl was on stage i realized it was the same chatter patter machine who i had met in the test and had now mesmerized the audience with her beautiful voice, the next perfomer was a simple looking guy who sang his own composition, the lyrics of the song clearly indicated his feelings for the love of his life and quickly caught the attention of a few girls from the group.. And before i forget to mention this guy is one of my best friends now. As the days passed I had found a good friend in that sweet chatter patter machine and we spent most of the time together, by the end of this 2 weeks of training i had 3 great friends, all of them caring ,intelligent & talented, the only mismatch between us which i later came into fact with was that the 3 of them great dancers and singers, and i was someone who had 2 left feet .Slowly the frequency of exploring the city increased and with it the bonds between us grew stronger. Training schedules were quite tough and the thought of a test after every module brought some seriousness into us. So while we slept during the afternoons after the training, explored the city in the evenings we also studied and worked on assignments at nights, a perfect balance of work and fun.

Hyderabad brought with it a lot of "First Time Experiences", staying out with friends till 11 pm for the first time as the city closed at that time,First time visit to a disc and pub, wearing a short skirt for the first time -i am glad my bro is not into blogging ,first time visit to a temple- birla temple , being hospitalized at midnight due to viral fever for the first time along with my best friend who was also admitted to the same hospital for viral fever(it was one of its kind of an experiences and i can write 1 full page just abt this) , first time breakfast at a roadside stall,first time overnight stay at a friend's flat, first time going to classes without bathing that too on my birthday- thanks to all my frnds who kept wishing me over the phn all night so much so that i overslept in the morning, first time large scale birthday bash, first time salary to others and to me first time no salary for the first 4 months; thanks to the typo in the joining date I along with 3 others did not receive salary for 4 months and most importantly my first ever dance performance at the cultural evening.

As a kid i was always interested in learning dance but never really got the opprtunity or to be precise the time to learn dance. The cultural day was a great chance for me to live my dream, but as i said i had 2 left feet and learning dance was one hell of a job to do . After all the efforts when i realized that its just not possible to learn dance , there came another reason for me to drop out . The dress code for the stage performance was a black jeans and a RED T shirt and I for some unkown reason had never worn a Red Top or t shirt and was scared of the colour red. I decided to quit and came back to my room from the rehearsals, and sometime late in the evening my best friend called to check the status of my rehearsals for he knew how excited i was about it and after listening to my experience of the day and decision to back out frm the dance grp he very nicely motivated and convinced me not to drop out and go practise for the dance. He had these strong convincing skills which not only let me live my dream but also overcome my fear of wearing the colour red. Of course i did go back and rehearsed with more interest this time and our grp dance with the Red tshirt and black jeans was good if not great on the cultural evening.
Like i said every single day was a great learning experience, the time spent with all my friends in hyd are undoubtedly the best moments of my life and I will cherish them forever. I have made friends who will always remain special to me irrespective of the time, distance and changing priorities in life.
That's all for now. Hopefully will write more in the next post!!

Hyderabad Blues.. Part 1

Life seems to teach us so many things by letting us experience the never experienced facets, by putting us across new people and places time and again. I had never in my dream known that I would be moving to a new city away from my family and that too for a job was the rarest thing to have happened. A couple of months after completing my engineering a job offer from the then one of the top companies of the country was too tempting to let go and after a lot of friends and family discussion decided to take the offer.This was the first time ever I was going away from my family, and it was the toughest decision for dad as he had never let any of us (me, sis & bro) stay even at granny's place for more than a couple of hours. As a family we always dined together irrespective of how busy one was. All said and done the decision was made hoping I will be back home after 3 months as that was the duration of the training.

I landed in the City of nawabs- Hyderabad in march 2006, hyd was definitely not new to me as i had visited the city a couple of times earlier thanks to the fact that my Cousin sis had found her soulmate in hyd. The first day in hyd and particularly at the host venue was a different experience altogether- Islands of curious & excited students everywhere, a medical check up, a few familiar faces & a day long documentation process. After completing all the joining formalities now the big question was where would I stay, finding an accomodation is definitely one challenging task to do. Luckily an old friend from bangalore who was also posted in hyd was of great help in finding a not so great PG and thats when i for the first time realized the value of networking.. Since dad had to leave on the same day I had to move into the PG immediately and parting away from dad at that moment seemed like somebody was taking my life away from me. Huh.. I still cannot forget the way we both cried , I had never cried like that before and everyone around were looking at us like we were from some other planet. Once i shifted to the PG dad left to the airport and i continued sobbing for the next few hours.

The room was mostly 15*10 and was supposed to be shared by 5 girls ,the room had 4 single beds laid out in a single row and 1 bed laid separately close to the wall., 2 wardrobes and a steel almirah, one window and just one bathroom . Luckily the single bed laid separately was for me as the other four girls in the room had been staying in there since the last few months were all from a single city and had occupied the other 4.The suppose to be my bed had been very nicely messed up and piled with books, clothes, wet towels etc etc. I said to myself welcome to hostel life and started clearing up the place.. thanks to mom who had always insisted that I learn to do the household chores.. here it was coming of use and i was already missing home especially my room which I only shared with my sis. After clearing the mess up the next important task was to find a place for my luggage in the wardrobes, but unluckily the 2 wardrobes were already filled with clothes, books, eatables, shampoo bottles, soaps and so on, looked like a mini mart of some kind. The only place i could find was a single shelf in the steel almirah and I had 2 bags of luggage, one big bag filled with my clothes (couldn't help for i was a shopping freak especially with apparels), one bag with some stuff mom insisted i carry along with a few books which i thought would be of use during my training (and i wasn't wrong, though they helped someone els more than they did to me). Here I would thank myself for having always given importance to only two things in life- my clothes and my books, other stuff hardly mattered. From 2 wardrobes in my room back home to a single shelf was difficult to manage and putting it all in one shelf was not a good idea so I decided to keep the books in the shelf and the clothes remained in the bag. Looked like a herculean task achieved and once things were set i decided to visit my cousin sis and shop some stuff for the room.

The advantage of having di was immense as i could visit her anytime i wanted to and then she cooked extremely delicious food, from chicken biryani to mirch curry to kadai paneer to sheer khurma. The warmth by expressed by di and her lil kids was my saviour for the first few days and i needed it badly as i had to join office after 3 days. These 3 days would have been difficult without her and the kids.. love them for it. After the lil shopping di dropped me back to the hostel and when i reached my room all my roomies looked at me like they would eat me up anytime, i greeted them by a simple hi and introduced myself and here started the list of instructions, you should come to the room before 10 pm , I nodded my head and went to sleep. A new place generally dosent put you to sleep early but i guess the stress of cleaning and shopping and the stomach full dinner came to my rescue and i quickly fell asleep. the next 2 days were spent exploring the city with di and the kids, it was fun but i missed home , i missed my frnds, i missed my room , i missed my scooty, i missed bangalore..

The first day of training was about to start and the surprising part was that the timings were 6.45 am to 1.45 pm, the campus was more than 30 kms away from the hostel and the company bus started from the pick up point by 5.45 in the morning.. with 5 girls sharing the room and the bathroom it was quite a scene , so i decided to be the first person to use the bathroom even if i had to get up at 4.30 in the morning, so the struggle began right from the first day and continued for quite sometime..

What happened once the training started was possibly the best thing to hav happned ever and
will follow in the posts to come..

At times I wonder
what tomorrow has in store for me
Love??
I have had my share of it
And given my share of it
Life??
I belive it does have some plans for me
So..
I'll step wisely
I'll talk cautiously
I'll take pride in it
I'll respect it
I'll treasure it
I 'll make each day worthy of me..

A little girl !!

There is a little girl that I know
She appears so strong and is now a pro
Smiling & Standing tall to the outside world
But crying and breaking down in her own self.

She is happy and smiling with her mates
But when alone, everything she hates
She has heard and felt it all
She has experienced more than her fair share

One touch and she'll flinch
One harsh word and she'll cry
And just one more bad moment she'll breakdown


She has finally found out
That life is'nt perfect
She lived in her dreams
And has now crawled out into the real world

A world where her broken heart
Will never trust again
So now she will keep to herself
And pretend everything is fine when its not

The little girl is not little anymore!!

To all my friends with love

The minute I decided to write on my blog I knew it had to be special and who can be more special than "Friends". This one is for all my beloved friends who have been through the thick and thin of my life. To me, friendship is the best relation one builds in his/her life time .Friends are not bound with formalities or obligations of a blood relationship or any relation for that mater and yet are the ones who are our best companions and greatest support.

Most of us generally make our best friends during our school days but I never did (though I shared a good rapport with many of my class mates ), the reason being I had a group of my cousin sisters (we were 4 together) and we all went to the same school right from nursery to high school hence interactions with class mates was limited to academics and sports. However as we moved out of school we all joined different colleges and here I was in a completely new environment with not a single familiar face. On the first day of college as I entered the class room and sat on the 3rd bench which was empty(I always considered 3rd bench to be lucky for me) I wished i had joined the same college as my sisters. The next few minutes i sat doing nothing and then a very cute girl wearing a pink salwar kameez with cute little hearts printed on it entered the class , flashed a smile and sat next to me, She was my first best friend. In the next few minutes 2 more girls joined us and by the end of the class I knew I had company. The four of us bonded really well and had great fun in college for the next 2 years.Once i moved to my engineering college I easily made friends right on the first day and over the period of my course I had two great friends who i could blindly rely on and spent most of my time with. This continued and I made friends easily wherever I went whether it was during my training days at satyam or my first client project location.
I can proudly say that I have been blessed to have had such great friends throughout my life and believe you me its a beautiful feeling to know that you have friends who love and care for you, friends who not only laugh with you but also cry for you, friends who stand by you no matter what.

I owe the last 2 years of my life to my dearest friends, had it not been for them my life would have been totally different and the thought of it gives me goose flesh. They have been with me like strong pillars during the toughest times ,at times by motivating me through their words and at times by patiently listening to me, there have been times when their silence has come like a blessing on me.
Thats when i realized what it means to have true friends and what it means to have someone next to you when everyone else has turned their back towards you. I take this as an opportunity to thank my dearest friends for having been there for me in the true sense. I am what I am today largely because of you guys ,I cant thank you enough for it and you guys will always have a special place in my life. I always say I have angels disguised as my friends and I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

As i sit here thinking about you
I am hoping you're missing me too.
Life has been beautiful thanks to you
Never needed anybody else as long as I had you.

You changed my life by just being a part of it
Made me laugh until i cried.

You have been my friend , philosopher and guide
And I say that with great pride.

Times have changed and so have you
But there is not much I can now do.

Life will never be the same again
I no more enjoy the rain

There's a part of me that wishes all my dreams come true
And a part that prays just for you
My love for you will always be true
My love for you will always be true.