Thursday, January 31, 2008

The Boy Who Lived (An Ode to Sacha)

The World Sounds Like: Brighter than sunshine - Aqualung


" I'm so happy there's nobody in my place instead of me
I'm a king without a crown, hanging loose in a big town
But I'm the king of bongo baby I'm the king of bongo bong"


You cook for me at the most godforsaken hours possible, only because you suspect I'm hungry.


You pester for all those late night wanderings that leave us with a hole in the pocket, but the biggest smiles on our faces.


You are the one who flatly denies my 'what-ifs' only to come out with a 'you-know-I-think-you're-right' later.


You are that person who's made me pick up my professional life and flush it down the toilet, only that I don't feel all that bad about it. It's not my generosity - it's simply the charm of spending time with you.


All those songs I had long forgotten, the ones that had once seemed to define me life at one time or the other, but had been locked up with the keys thrown away - you brought them all back. No one else can do it.


Somewhere at the back of your mind, you already know what you want in life. I love the fact that you still humour all of us by asking for advice and then acting upon it.


I can't be crazy all the time and, in spite of the popular opinion, I know you can't be crazy all the time either. I love the fact, though, that together we spend each second crazily.




Happy Badday, Sacha. There's no one else like you, A**u.