Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Song for Tonight


Secret Garden ~ Bruce Springsteen (OST: Jerry Maguire)

She’ll let you in her house
If you come knockin’ late at night
She’ll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She’ll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides


She’ll let you in her car
To go drivin’ round
She’ll let you into the parts of herself
That’ll bring you down
She’ll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice


You’ve gone a million miles
How far’d you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget


She’ll lead you down a path
There’ll be tenderness in the air
She’ll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She’ll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She’s got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away

Friday, June 11, 2010

Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~ Dylan Thomas

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Drowning Out The Noise

Some of you might be aware that I started and am maintaining a separate blog tracking my MBA applicant journey and associated topics. Whether wantonly or through sloth, I have neglected this blog over the past year. Many times, I would have an idea or thought I wanted to post here, but I intentionally let the moment pass and then didn't do it.

I don't know why; didn't analyze it in much depth. I remember being disciplined enough even through harrowing work days (and nights) in Tokyo to post regularly. If I could do it then, I sure should be able to do so now. Somewhere I have realized that this blog and my writings are probably all that I have looking back on my life and times to remember them by in future.

More than anything else, this blog gives me the sense of comfort knowing I write for my own self and most people reading here are intimately known to me. I can write about things that mean the world to me, touch me, inspire me and give me hope.

Spending time here eases my mind, takes away the hundred different noises from business and networking and forum discussions and twitter and facebook and just allows me to be myself in my own little world; and I like it that way. I'm definitely going to invest more time writing here to keep track of two beautiful years at Babson. As always, signing off with a song.