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Saturday, December 09, 2006

I have managed to acquire a writer's block without being a writer in the first place!

So instead of writing nonsense, let me just post one of favourite song lyrics: Windmills of your mind, penned byAlan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman for the original The Thomas Crown Affair. It's one of those numbers that leaves haunting images in my head.

If you are somehow not impressed (impossible!) by what you read ahead, be sure to listen to the song, and I'm sure you'll change your mind! With music by Michel Legrand, it has even won an Oscar. (Personally I prefer the original by Noel Harrison to Sting's version)

Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending on beginning,
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway
or the fragment of a song,
half-remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

3 comments:

Quicksilver! said...

1)You don’t write nonsense.
2)These are beautiful lyrics.Thank you.(Though it did make me a wee bit dizzy, what with all those references to circles)
3)Beautiful thoughts all but these are particularly worth a mention;
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face

Very nice.Now I shall listen to the song.

Aeromaniac said...

Hey Anuja, this is Boban from XL...came across your blog while surfing through Ekta and Anand's respective blogs- we happen to be good friends..
Windmills of the mind- man that was such a nice number, I remember i used to drive Shweta crazy by playing that endlessly in my car.
Anyway, you have a great blog and it's very entertaining as well:-) say hi to Vipul..cheerio, Bob

Aeromaniac said...

Hey thanks Anuja...I like photography though am really only just getting started out. Try to keep clicking once in a while with my antiquated film SLR. Put in a rather modest collection of pics at http://www.flickr.com/photos/bobbaman/.
The workshop is in Bangalore and that's where I'm getting my vintage/classic car fixed. Changed jobs- well it's been 3.5 years since i did, am with Honeywell now, moved out of HR and am running the IT rat race. Are you still writing, I mean professionally? I remember seeing some of your articles in Businessworld, wasn't it?
Ciao
Bob