Love- Now and Then...

As kids love was such an innocent emotion. If you like someone, you loved them. It was as simple as that.

We grew up. Lives became complicated, and love wasn't that simple emotion anymore. It is a deep, never ending desire now.

Its not just about liking someone now..
Its about uniting with a soul...
A soul which becomes a part of you...
So that you never feel alone....

Boom.

Heading down the steep hill,
I'm heading for a crash..
Let me enjoy the ride,
As its all I have..

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I'm dead.
GAH.

The Ugly Quacks...

The following post is a heartfelt dedication to people like me.

We all have heard this childhood story called "The Ugly Duckling".
Then, there were TV shows like "Ugly Betty". Movies like "My Big Fat
Greek Wedding".

Deep inside our innocent hearts we could relate to these stories. Yes.
We, the "plain janes" , "ugly quacks" or not so ordinary looking
people.

Like in the movies, We don't find those happy endings in reality.

All our lives, Love stays like this alien feeling to us. We listen to
mushy music, watch mushy movies. Have little pre sleep dreams about
having romantic moments with some beautiful person we saw on TV.

We're not our mommy's favorite children. We've got messed up hair.
We're equally bad at our career and our hobbies. We listen to boring
music that is considered uncool. Basically we're the un natural
looking, behaving and acting people, not having a cliche life.

What we have are our innocent hearts and our bleeding egos, that find
joy in seeing a loser win in the movies.

Yes. You can call us desperate. But we learn. Slowly and steadily.
Unlike the stupid good looking, feeling and behaving people. We learn
the ways of this world.

We eventually turn into the world-friendly serpent with whom no
mommy's child can mess around with.

Yes. We finally become what the world wants us to be, with a little
heart beating inside us. A little heart, waiting for a movie-like
miracle to happen. Waiting for someone to change this serpent into the
ultra romantic ugly quack that he actually is.

GAH.

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Illusions...

We live in a make believe world, where everything is an illusion.

Life is one big illusion itself. No guarantees or assurances. There's
no book or spell that can teach you how to lead a perfect life. A
never ending river which flows to an unknown destination. That's life for you.

Love is also an illusion. The most dangerous of them all. When it
happens, it happens. There's no chemical reaction going BOOM here. Its
an illusion that the entire world has failed to understand but a
beautiful one too. A beautiful illusion we want to get lost in.

Religion. Another big illusion too. We believe in religions based on
stories passed on from generations to generations. What lies beneath
the layers, is unknown. Yes, do a little research and you will get to
know a lot of loopholes in the stories that have been passed on.

You and I. We're part of this illusion. We're lost in it. Lost in this
big dark cave.

We've got little flames shining in us. Guiding us wherever we go, but
not exposing the illusion we are a part of.

Keep that flame shining. Its called "Belief".

Amen.

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The blog's rolling.
Are you reading?

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The Medium...

The life of an artist is a path of efforts. Endless efforts without
any direction to them.

Even a scientist makes efforts to draw a certain conclusion about something.

An artist or a creative soul is haunted by a billion thoughts.
Thoughts which have no logic, meaning or conclusion. But he still
paints the canvas of his life with the colours of those thoughts.
Trying to unite with the divine power.

Till the beginning of time. Artistic souls have come and gone. Not all
have tasted the fruit that an artist desires. That connection or that
selfless feeling of uniting with a higher power. As art of any sort is
a gateway to a higher divine force

That's because you may choose a billion ideas. But in reality, ideas
actually choose you.

You don't do anything. You are JUST a medium.

Keep on trying till the last breath, as you never know when an awesome
idea chooses you.

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The shit is back.
The stink is back.
I'm writing again.

Yee haa!

Taking The Plunge..

I see a fiery ocean.

Happiness is somewhere on the other side.

I gotta swim through.

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After some 50 days of consecutively blogging every day.

Let see if I can keep this blog rolling.

For now, I'm taking a plunge in hell.

I will see you on the other side.

Confused..

Sometimes, I don't know what's right or what's wrong...

Feel like a stranger all along...

What is it, that I want?

Today I want this..

Tomorrow I want that...

Happiness, satisfaction or something else..

Don't really know what really fits...

Life is confusing...

Or am I confused...

Maybe I should just sleep...

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I wrote with a writer's block.

Disaster. Ha. Ha.

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.. =)

You remember the time, when you laughed at just about anything. With
tears streaming down your cheek, you would somehow manage to smile.
That innocence. That energy. That spark. We lose it somewhere down the
line.

Its never too late to discover it. We're just too scared about the
world. About not looking like a fool. Gah. I say screw the world!

Today after college. While me and my gang were waiting for our cab to
arrive. I joked "Come on, lets play ringa ringa roses!". The girls
actually took me seriously and within no time we had formed a little
circle. The guys felt weird but we laughed our ass off.

We were surrounded by our juniors, who looked at us in shock. But we'd
gone mad and we hardly cared.

The little game was followed by Tug of war, Chain chasing and all
those games which we played when that "Spark" was alive in us.

Yes. We were the senior most students of our college. Yes. The passer
bys thought, we'd gone mad. But we hardly cared.

As for some moments, we were children. We didn't know how bad the
world was. We hardly cared. We smiled at life and life smiled at us.

Go ahead. Freak out. Be a kid.

Because kids are happy. You should be happy too.

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Reject...

Like anything, even our lives are diverse. Yes. Lives which could be
thought as stock market graph.

Inspirational lives, with graphs taking a steep dip and then rising
from a point.

Normal lives, with a steady graph, a straight line. Little dips here
and there. But a uniform straight line.

Extra ordinary lives, with mountain like figures. Very rare dips.

In the end, there's also a graph of a Reject, or a person the world
likes to call a "loser".

The graph is steeply moving downwards. There's no bottom point.

Like in the movies, the "Reject" aint that lucky. Thanks to his
misfortunes and imperfections. Imperfections that make him a human.

With the practical bunch of people bragging about "Hardwork" ,
"Determination" and other pretty pretty words.

A reject knows that all these things are just make believe. Nothing
happens against HIS will. The reject also knows how luck can fuck you
up.

..But the story is incomplete...The reject keeps walking as his graph
steeply moves down. He does not know the bottom most point of this
steep fall.

The falling graph may tell you a lot about a Reject's life. But it
does not tell you something that remains constant in him.

"Hope"

And

"A desire to be loved"

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Randomness...

After rolling the blog consecutively for so many days now. I feel a little lazy. Guess thats just normal. But this blog will roll no matter what happens. Even if people read or not. Gah.

So yes. I wanted to talk about a different subject today but I guess I'll just go on telling you random stuff about my life. *You can press the close button right now, if you want to*

I finally managed to install Linux on my PC and its great! A refreshing new change as compared to the old bitch Windows. So yes Linux is fast and smooth. The only bad thing is that it does not run my DAW (Digital Audio Workstation) , But I guess Ill sort that out so that I can continue with my music too.

I watched a movie today! Its called "Anjaana Anjaani" ! Despite of harsh reviews against it, I quite liked it. I mean even if any movie has a little bit of meaning in it and it can strike a chord with my heart. Its a thumbs up from my side.


This movie was about two strangers meeting and discovering that you can find a million reasons to die. But to live, only one reason is enough. A reason called Love. *Sob*








I love Priyanka Chopra.


So an awesome day was about to come to an end , and this lady in my neighbourhood spoils my mood. Gah. I hate people who poke their nose into other people's life. Ha.

Like I always say I'm a wolf.


*howls*

A Lovely Song By A Lovely Lady..

I decided to put up a song as today's blogpost.

Lyrically, the song does not mean anything. Its just various moments , instances from Norah's life.

Don't know why I love this song so much. Its got a warm melody.

Also, its quite interesting how they've interpreted every word of the song in the video.

Enjoy!

PS- Ahhh! Isn't she beautiful! That's surely a kind of girl you'd like to spend the rest of your life with! =P

The Munching Saint...

So another weekend comes to an end. A weekend where I distracted my
mind to a whole new dimension, discovered how good I was at scrabble
and how it feels to not "feel" anything life wants you to feel.

It all ended with a dinner I had in this nice restaurant. My cousin is
in town. Took my family out. Intelligent guy he is. A graduate from
London School of Economics. Knows everything about everything in this
world.

Restaurants are mostly about large families, munching their food while
trying to talk, or about mommys trying to stop their babys from
crying.

In a restaurant, many times you encounter men sitting in corners,
alone. Peacefully munching their food with a "numb" expression.

I saw a similar man today. Fat he was. Fat like hell. He was quietly
munching his food in one corner. His expression told me, that he
hardly cared about the world.

There was something about the expression. I saw a weird kind of
satisfaction in it. A feeling which comes when you've seen almost
everything in life.

I've always been curious to break the circle of a regular life. Go to
restaurants alone, and munch my food in cozy corners.

Just to see how it feels, when you've got no one to give a damn about.

Gah.

PS- I know I'm crazy.

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The Unexplored Universe...

Weekends come and weekends go. We make plans. Go out, eat, watch
movies. Come home tired and go to sleep.

Eventually, even the weekend becomes like a weekday where you end up tired.

I always say, weekends should be respected. Go easy on yourself.

Lock the main door. Make some coffee. Switch on some soft jazz music.
Prepare some hot water in that bath tub.

Shut yourself to the outside world. Open the doors inside yourself.

That's what even the saints do. They go to a secluded place. Shutting
themselves to the outside world. Entering the universe inside them and
start living there forever.

Coz inside all of us there's a larger universe. Waiting to be
explored. A universe where there's "You" and "Your happiness". Go
explore it , its never too late.

PS- Blogpost inspired from a Saturday spent in laziness and
meditation(read as "Sleep")

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The Touch...

We never talked. Our eyes rarely met. But a spark would be ignited
whenever we caught a glimpse of each other.

She used to quietly come and sit beside me. I always had to swallow my
dry throat. As we both began writing our papers, fulfilling a
formality they call "tests".

On passing the question sheet, my hand would accidently touch hers. A
shiver would then, run down my spine.

As if somebody has touched my heart. A lonely heart which skipped a beat or two.

A touch which connected with my soul, even if it was for a spilt
second. Making me feel complete.

The world talks about love at first sight.

I experienced a touch...
Which brought me to life...
For a second or two...
After which I began living a dream again...

Gah.

PS- Very cliche. Can't help it.
*runs away*

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The Grand Circus..

Today's day was dedicated to a political drama between the hindus and
the muslims about a piece of land.

To be frank..I hardly give a damn!

Politics, current affairs. Gah. I mean if its good , it'll be good. If
its bad, it'll be bad. Can get worse. Its your nation. Accept it,
however it is.

But they keep on bragging, cribbing and crying. After a while they'll
yawn and go to sleep.

What's the use? NOTHING!

There's enough of politics and drama in my own life that I don't need
to be a part of this grand circus.

Gah.

PS- I've just wrote something. Not even re checking it. Coz a daily
blog should roll . No matter what.

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The Prick..

Our lives are not smooth roads. Every now and then things do get ugly.

Somewhere down the line a prick gets pierced somewhere in your heart.
From motivational quotes to bragging your problems on the internet.
Nothing eases the pain.

Maybe it would be fine, if there was somebody to listen to us. But
people who want to be heard, never get anyone to talk to..

So all you do is just wait. Someday the prick will fall from your
heart. What will happen then?

Will the pain still remain? Will life always be a bumpy ride?

That's what I want to know..

Gah.

PS- I've been in pain for a very long time now.

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Waiting For My Lady...

I had my head on her lap. She patted gently on my head. Her touch comforting me as it gently made its way on my head.

My sobs and sighs spoke to her in the dead silence. I could listen to a soft whisper telling me “Its all okay...” every time my heart burst out crying its woes out.

There was something about that touch which made me think that everything was “actually” okay.

After a while she bent down to kiss me and the demons of my mind ran away.

My consciousness came to wake me up. She was gone. But in my mind, she was still there. Giving me a little sense of happiness, like a fragrance slowly dying out.

There was realization banging on my mind’s door. Soon, it will be inside.

Things will be the same again….

And I’ll wait for my lady again…


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Sleep is about a rebirth every time you think you’ve died..

Trust your sleep. She will listen to you, everytime..

The Game...

A guy befriends a girl who's already in a relationship.

Her boyfriend comes to know about this new guy and meets him.

Things roll smoothly.

The girl starts showing interest in the new guy.

She proposes to him.

New guy and girl fall in love.

Now the old boyfriend starts calling the girl again.

Old guy and new guy fight.

After a while they come to know that the girl had been involved with both of them, in every way.

One of the guy suffers a heart break. The other one hardly cares.

The heart broken guy is my friend always sporting a broken smile.

I know the pain. I've been there myself too..



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In modern times, this little game is called "Love".

Its not meant for emotional fools like me.

PS- This blog post is based on true events which concluded yesterday.

The Mysterious Friend...

Me. I'm an emotional fool. Sometime back. I was a massive one.

My inclination has always been towards friends. I've always had a best
friend in every phase of life. Even now. A mysterious, best friend.

I've never doubted the honesty of my best friends. All of them have
been real honest.

But...

There's always been something magically good about them. Despite of
not so hard attempts at anything. They always used to excel at
everything. While I used to daze in amazement with a screwed up
result.Yes.

But jealousy is a natural human emotion. I used to kill it every now and then.

Even till this day, I have such a friend. God bless him. I've killed
all my jealousy.

Maybe I'm just too lucky for my friends..or maybe I'm a fool..

Gah.

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If you found this to be boring. Then I won't apologize.

My awesomeness needs some rest too.

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A message to the world...

Today. When the world spins around me and life feels good. I just have
3 words in my mind.

I FEEL AWESOME.

Even if its for an year, for a month.for a day or even for a moment.
LIVE FOR YOURSELF.

Amen.

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Foto Friday IV

This guy is experiencing the best moment of his life...

Its not about the flashy guitars... or the coolness...

Rock and roll is about setting yourself free....

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This post is dedicated to the wanna be rocker, that died in me...

R.I.P...

Comments welcomed.

Pic courtesy- http://www.flickr.com/photos/notsogoodphotography

Maybe...

Maybe I'm just too tired today...

Maybe feeling blue, becomes a part of life later on...

Maybe someone will fall in love with me someday...

Maybe they all don't hate me that much..

Maybe facing myself in the mirror won't be that hard anymore..

Maybe I'll see a bright light once the clouds drift away..

Maybe life won't be this hard..

Or maybe..

There's someone up there watching us. With a beer can in hand. Looking
at our confused faces. Cheering us to "Hold on!".

Coz

Life's just a "Maybe".

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Somebody..

This post is inspired by somebody I had a little chat with, while he was high.

So this man, had everything a person could ask for. A well paid job.
His own place, with a cable TV connection and a comfy couch.

The only thing he missed ..was his family. His wife and 2 kids had
left him. I could see his tearful eyes telling me his plight.

Those eyes told me something. They told me of an unbearable pain
caused by loneliness.

I also know that there are many lonely people out there and I can
imagine how they feel.

A hand to hold onto. A shoulder to cry on. Somebody to fight with.
Somebody to laugh out with. That "somebody" makes life meaningful.

All I could do was just wish that the man re unites with his family.

I also wish that nobody in this world is left lonely. Nobody..

I wish that Everyone finds a certain "Somebody" to hold onto...

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Beauty..

What is beauty?

Its in your eyes. But its hidden somewhere. You gotta find it.

Everything is beautiful. Everything.

The world is obsessed with the physical aspects of everything.

They fall in love. The love gets old. It wears out and nothing seems
the same. The reason? That's because they fell in love, with
something, they thought was beautiful.

Beauty is something with which you fall in love, all over again,
everytime you encounter it.

Beauty is about a never ending, timeless love. A love which never gets old.

Beauty lies in all of us. Don't listen to what the world defines beauty as.

Someday , someone will enter your life and make you realise how
beautiful you are..

So, the next time you're in front of a mirror. Look closely...

You ARE beautiful.

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One Night..

Its 12 AM. I still don't know what I'm gonna write about.

I'm just gonna tell you what I just saw.

I saw around 100 people dancing their ass off. Eyes closed. Stupid
smiles on their faces. Howling like mad dogs.

As well mannered individuals, all these things may seem bad.

But I say screw the well mannerism for some time. Drink up. Go crazy.
Be the animal that you want to be, even its for one night.

Yes. Scream , shout , dance, drink some more.

You can forget all those problems, just for one night.

You can be the happiest person in the world, just for one night.

Coz when you wake up, life's gonna be a bitch again.

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What's all this fuss about?

So here I am, in my mother's village. Pre marriage ceremonies going on.

It was nice to see a village. Small streets. Houses made up of bricks.
Lush green fields. Cows moo-ing away to glory.

There's something really peaceful and soothing about a village.
Erm..except the toilet issues. Gah.

Right. So I'm here for a cousin's marriage. The actual marriage
function will take place in the city.

As I look around, I see many people. Some with no expression. Some
trying to put up one.

Many are here to fulfill some kind of formality. Many are here to
celebrate their sunday night. Most of them are here for the free food,
or free dew in my case.

Marriage have become largely about formalities. Yes. Formalities,
Formalities and Formalities.

Why can't it be about those 10-20 people that really matter. And most
of all the union of two souls.

But as I look around, I can hear my conscious scream..

"What's all this fuss about?

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The Reason...

I've always believed that there's always a reason , why you meet
certain people in your life.

Reasons that linger on from your previous birth.

You may not be directly related to the person in your previous birth.
But there maybe similarities of your previous lives, because of which
you get along well with someone.

For example, you and your best friend get along well because you both
might've been murderers in the previous birth.

Karma. Previous birth. Destiny. The modern day mortals shun these
terms. Their logical brains only understand scientific and logical
answers. But certain things can't be explained. They are just there...

Ever since I joined Twitter. I met many awesome friends. Through the
exchange of words, we share our happiness, joys , miseries, shit. Most
people may find it absurd , but we do share a special bond.

There maybe a reason behind it too. Because, there's always a reason..

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How do you think you and me were related in the previous birth? ;)

I'm heading to a wedding tomorrow. Since its a typical Punjabi-Indian
wedding, I'll be there for 3 days.

Since I'm going out of town, Lets hope my mobile operator is there. So
that I can keep this thing rolling.

Cheers!

=)

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Foto Friday - III

No one knows, what lies on the other end...

But you just can't stop...

Keep moving. Always.


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Continuing the Foto Friday tradition...

Would love to read your thoughts on the picture too..

About Me..

Heh. According to many people the following things are quite true about me.

Click on the picture to enlarge it.

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A friend showed me this book about numerology, in the cab today.

A bad news came my way today. Time to get up again and keep moving. Its all good as long as you get up.

Time to rock and roll.

And I'll keep this blog rolling..

Cheers.

You..

Here I am on my bed. Bums firmly pressed against the mattress. Slight
foot ache reminding me of how big my college is.

Folks watching TV in the other room. Sister doing her homework on the
computer. Babu Mann singing in from the speakers, forcing the
"punjabi" in me to smile.

In between all these things. Lies a confused mind. A stupid heart.
Lots of questions. Lots of confusion.

Its all out there. Yes. Out there in that ruthless little world. Your
freedom. Your enlightment.

Here at home I'm a part of my family. Out there , I am "me".

The happiest times of my life are when all my folks go out somewhere.
Leaving me alone at home. I peacefully make my own coffee with my
darling Norah Jones singing out to me. Its just me, me and myself.
Erm..and also my sugar bun, Norah..

"You" are your own best friend. All the answers are within "You".

Get outta your comfy homes. Get out and find yourself.

Someday I will also do the same..

Amen.

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The Slaughtered Hen...

I was supposed to write on a different topic today. But after watching
the much hyped "Dabangg" , I knew I had to blog about it.

Dabangg. The awesome Salman Khan. Kick ass publicity. 4 star reviews.
The movie had everything going its way.

But when I came out of the cinema hall. I had just one word in my
mind.. "HYPE" . Erm..and also "SHIT".

Not just this movie. Majority of movies that come out, turn out to be
over hyped pieces of crap.

Music comes to the rescue though. One can tap a foot. Sing along.
Forget their shitty lives for a few minutes.

Gone are the days when movies like DDLJ were made.

The hen which was supposed to give eggs, is being sold as chicken.
With the sole purpose of making money.

A hen called "creativity". They kill it every now and then.

Gah.

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The Missing Ingredient...

The good thing about food is that, you can try it a little. Add the
missing ingredient. Suit your taste, and its all good.

Later on, all our lives become about that missing ingredient. Or is it, just me?

Me. Yes. I have a missing ingredient. Since very long now.

So yes. After we find that missing ingredient. Does the search end after that?

Yes. Needs will always be there. But the missing ingredient, I talk
about is not a materialistic need. Its something way beyond that.

It adds meaning to life. It lights a lamp in your heart. No matter how
stormy times get. The lamp does not go off.

What will happen when I find it? That's what I wonder.

My never ending thirst may be quenched. That's what I hope.

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We're back to THE business..

...And I got back on twitter today...

Why did I quit it?
Because I felt like quitting it.

Why did I get back on it again?
Because I felt like getting back to it..

..and life's all about doing what you FEEL like doing..

Your life. Your happiness. Yours and only yours.

Right?

Here We Go Again...

...and so it all begins again...

Getting up somehow. Plugging in my ear phones and sleeping in the cab.

Also sleeping while sitting on that last bench, watch time move in
ultra slow mo.

Pretending to write notes but giving failed attempts at poetry and
story writing.

Writing a song and slowly realising that I can't execute it.

Complaining how bad and worse life is, and making plans to drink it all up.

Heading to a movie hall to catch a movie, all thanks to the discount
on tuesdays.

Dreaming about falling in love someday and imagining the girls of the
class to be much more pretty.

And finally coming back home feeling like a soldier who has fought a
world war and survived it.

Its gonna be my last year at college.

I am quite sure, I'm not gonna miss my college life.

I still have to find my happiness somewhere out there.

But it all begins tomorrow...

Here we go again...

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Quitters...

Our world has given a bad name to quitters.

"Never give up" , " don't quit" and all these similar cliche phrases
are not true everytime.

One has to understand, that as a human being , he/she has some
boundaries when it comes to accomplishments.

You can give it a shot. Once. Twice. Thrice. After sometime your inner
self will know, what's meant for you and what's not.

If the desire keeps burning, it starts burning you. Let go, when its
needed. Free yourself.

More than aim and accomplishments, life is about making it "meaningful".

Love makes life meaningful. Your family. Your friends. Hold em tight.
They're your life.

Aims and accomplishments are forgotten with time. Love lives on..

*sob*

Gah.

PS- Its 1.30 AM. I saw an awesome movie called "Little Miss Sunshine".
Hence this post was triggered.

The failed rocker spoke. But he's happy now. I guess.

..and its still raining... =)

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...And It Rains....

Like I always say....

When it rains... Life's good, No matter how bad it actually is....


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Its raining today, and I absolutely love this song!

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'....
But there's one thing...
I know....
The blues they send to meet me....
won't defeat me....
It won't be long till happiness....
steps up to greet me....

Enjoy the song!

PS- I know the video is kinda weird! Gah.

The Morning Superman..

Early mornings, we all are supermans. We can make anything happen.

We close our eyes under our shower and see our dreams being executed.

I myself have become a millionaire, countless times under my shower.
I've also dated many beautiful women, under my shower. Yes.

They call it by a strange term called "day dreaming".

So yes. Right after our sleep, we're supermans. We can do anything we
want to do.

But after the last bite of that heavy breakfast. All the day dreaming
comes to an end. Super man dies and the lazy , good for nothing,
mortal is born again.

Gah.

PS- The following blog entry was written in a semi sleepy state after
a heavy morning breakfast.

1 more day left. Before we kick start the final year of college. One
more year of college means, one more year of living a dream. Before I
come face to face with the ruthless reality.

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Foto Friday - II

Behind those eyes, echoes a voice…waiting to be heard…


Behind those eyes, is a soul…waiting to tell its story…


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...Continuing the "Foto Friday" tradition...

I welcome comments. Be a smart ass. I won't mind.

It happens..in India..

My phone rings.

My friend asks me if I was willing to come to his neighbour's marriage
ceremony or not.

I had no idea as to who his neighbour was. But my friend was in need
and free food was waiting..

Within no time, I get dressed up. Go to the venue where the marriage
was taking place. Gobble up free food and come back home holding my
pot belly, with a smile on my face.

This happens only in India. Where you go to marriages of complete
strangers. Hog on the free food and come back home.

Or maybe its karma. I was supposed to attend this marriage. Maybe the
person who was getting married must've been related to me in my
previous birth. Maybe. Maybe not.

But the food was yum! *burp*

PS- Even today I wanted to blog about something else. But I ended up
blogging about my surprise free food treat.

I've also got a shot box now. Leave a message. I love reading messages
and comments. Let me know, that I'm not talking to my own echo.

Cheers!

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Things I do for free Mountain Dew..

Wanted to write on a completely different subject today. But here I am
at my friend's place. Its 12 AM and its his bday today.

Gifted him a t shirt. I love surprising people on their bdays and then
shamelessly ask for free mountain dew.

Here's wishing our old man a happy bday. Yes. We call him an old man. =)

Lets see for how long I can keep this daily blog rolling.

God bless.

PS- I hope I'm not the only one who reads this blog page.

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Its All Good...

Lets just forget the picture for now.

Its all good. Yes. It is. Believe me. If you're on your feet and you
think you are alive. Yes. Pinch yourself to check if you are. If you
are. Its all good.

Every freakin' person's life in this universe is full of sorrows. Yes.
Everyone says that. Its like a badge they flash. The "My Life's full
of sorrows" badge.

Remember when you used to go to birthday parties as kids. There used
to be a balloon with candy in it. The balloon used to burst. Candy
used to fall down and you rushed to get as many as you could.

Life's that balloon. Happiness is the candy. It hardly falls directly
in your hand. You gotta pick up the candy yourself.

Get high. Dance like a stripper. Act like a mad monkey. Bang your head
on the wall. Just try to move on. Being happy aint that easy. But
atleast try. Always try.

Yes. Life is a bitch. You gotta snatch the happiness from this bitch.

I don't know if these preachings work. But I'll try and try and try.

I'll try to be a happy man for 99 days and on that 1 unhappy day, I'll
get drunk like Lindsay Lohan.

God bless.

PS- About the picture. Aunty's still not back.I get a Big plasma screen
with a USB slot. Watched "Dil chahta hai". Brought back memories, when
I'd gone to Goa with friends. Thought of being happy, just like the 3
friends in the movie. Most of the time.

Its 2.40 AM. Still too early to sleep. Gah.

A Glimpse of My Dream..

As I said in the previous post.

We can always count on movies to feed our imagination, with beautiful thoughts and dreams.

=D

Enjoy this beautiful song and the video.. =)

Dream on!

=)

The Gift

Here I am again. Trying to talk to myself. Trying to head towards
certain answers. But I will not find them. I will go on and on. That's
life. Not finding the answers, just heading towards them..

I don't know if there are many people like me. Who are not the picture
perfect people. The so called "ordinary" class. We're just clumsy
people, with a thousand and one flaws in us. We also have a million
and one problems, we cry about.

But inside us, we all have a heart. A tender heart, which beats. Beats
for someone else. It keeps us alive. So that one fine day, we can meet
somebody. Somebody we keep waiting for.

Till that time, we feed ourselves with movies. Movies that amuse our
imagination. That allow us to dream for sometime. Before we come back
to the real world and identify that clumsy person in the mirror..

Maybe. Somewhere down the line, there's a gift waiting for people like
us too. A gift neatly wrapped , with a red ribbon. A gift holding our
happiness. Holding the meaning of our heart beats.

Till then, lets watch hopeless romantic movies and wait for our gift.

God bless.

PS- Its 1.20 am. I would like to thank my aunt who's gone out so I got
a nice plasma screen and a big room to myself. Also special thanks to
my Granny who sleeps very well that not even the loud sounds of the TV
can wake her up. Also thanks to this lovely movie I just finished
watching called "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"

All the above things inspired this post..

Amen.

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Men Of Rock

Rock n roll. Many call it madness. Many call it satanic. Rock n roll
is not just a genre of music, people who're involved in it, are on a
different road altogether.

Rock music is all about bringing out the inner miseries. Its about
discovering the demon that you can be. Its about letting the world
know how shitty this life actually is.

I just finished watching this movie called "The Runaways". Its about a
real all girl rock band. Who makes music. Gets into drugs, comes out.
And realise that rock and roll was not a path for them. Rock n roll is
only a path, taken by some. Because rockstars are saints in their own
ways.

We all have shitty lives. Men of rock, cry out their shittiness.

They are like flames, which burn igniting the world around them. And
finally the flame dies out , leaving people spell bound.

God bless their souls.

R.I.P - Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison and Jimmy Hendrix

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Foto Friday- 1

Our lives are like these endless woods.

If you think you're lost, then you are..

If you think you'll find a way out, only then you will..

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From today I'm starting a new blog tradition called "Foto Friday".

Every friday expect some Fotos, with a little icing of my thoughts to
go with them.

Amen

Keep Dreaming...

There's a lot of sadness and negativity in the world. People resort to drugs, alchohol. Things which numb their senses for sometime.

More than half of the mad cynics and pessimist people in this world, do not have love in their life. Yes. Love. Sounds dumb. But its true.

Because love makes it all worth it. You may lose everything you have, but if there's someone to hold you, at the end of the day. Its not that bad. Yes.

Bad days. Miserable times. Sleepless nights. So what? Just call your love. A few words exchanged and a smile is there out of nowhere.

That's love. Sweet love. Love. Without which life is incomplete..

Those of you, who've faced betrayal in their first love. Don't turn your eyes off love. Keep looking. You never know, when life may take a beautiful turn and it will all be worth it.

Keep dreaming..

The true meaning of Life..

Good days. Days which make you forget your troublesome life, for sometime. Before you come back to the same miserable state again.

Yesterday night, the temples were celebrating, the birth of Lord Krishna. The celebrations were on even today.

I went to various temples today. Saw people dancing, singing and chanting the name of Lord.

Happy faces. Satisfied expressions. Not a sign of tension, negativity or misery. Surrendering oneself to the glory of God. That's what life should be about. Singing, dancing and chanting the name of Lord.

That is what's unique about India. Its not a land of snakes, magic or curry. Its a land of devotion, love and breaking the wordly chains and eventually setting the soul free.


Because, happiness is all about the liberation of your soul from this materialistic world. Gah. Even I don't know what I'm talking about. But I do know that one can attain a special type of happiness by singing, dancing and chanting the name of Lord.

Materialistic problems. Spiritual solution.

With the birth of Lord Krishna. I hope its the birth of my happiness too. A new "me". A "me" who has the strength to bounce back, even when life gets tough.

God bless you all. =)

Funny Lives..

Funny lives, we all live. Lives which take us on a rollercoaster ride. A ride which makes us laugh, cry, all in the name of fun. Yeah, its "fun" as long as you don't get yourself killed,its a funny life.

As I was down and out couple of days back. I went to Mc donalds with my sister, and BANG I feel good. So yea, Mc donalds can solve many problems.


And today's Lord Krishna's bday! Yes!



The dude. The king of all queens. The wise and the powerful!

Happy birthday my Lord !
Bestow me with a little bit of your charm and magical persona.

You can have all the million and one ladies who're crazy about you. I just need one.

Grant us all, the strength and courage to live our "Funny" lives.

Rock on my Lord! =)

Sleep, Sweet Sleep..

Never make a bad day, a miserable one.

Just go to sleep. DON'T think too much.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Oh yea, one more thing...
GAH.

Gah..

This picture is pretty much summing up my day..

The day isn't over yet..

It all gets better in the evenings..

Me and My Filmy Perspective...

Another day, comes to an end. I really don't know why I write here. No special reason. Just to connect with my inner voice.

Yes. My inner voice. A crying a machine it is. I tell it to hold on again and again and again. But it just won't listen. It needs someone to hold onto, and in a world like today. Holding onto somebody means stumbling and falling down.

Today I went out. I've realised that, going out really helps me. Looking at the world move, makes me forget myself, for a little while.

I feel good today. I thank the lord, everytime this happens.

He's telling me a story. I've listened a lot. Now I just need a conclusion. A happy ending. Maybe, even a kiss. Gah.

The filmy perspective, is just too beautiful.

Bed time. With my angel Norah singing to me. I love her. Got an early start tomorrow.

Waiting..

A new day. A fresh new take on life. Wake up. Feel good for half an hour, after which the mind comes back to the miserable state again.

I've forgotten how happiness felt like. Really.

I won't call myself depressed, and go to a psychiatrist because I haven't got down to breaking stuff. Committing suicide (although I think about it many times)

Maybe its my unfulfilled dreams. Maybe its my degree. Maybe anything. I'll let time heal me and I'll wait.

Lets see how ruthless life can be. I'll keep on waiting...

My Half-Filled Glass

Here I am again, to cry my heart out. Nobody will read this, that I know. Maybe after some years when I read this, I may laugh at myself as to how sick I was. Or maybe I'll just realise that some things never change. Only He has the answer..

Once upon a time, I wanted to get on stage and sing my heart out. Like any dream. I ran after it. I fell flat on my face.

Once upon a time, somebody loved me. I gave it all I had. Fell flat on my face.

Now I write and write. Life's put me down. So I weave words, to bring out that pain. The pain never ceases to exist.

Keep on moving. Keep on fighting. Never give up. The usual cliche thoughts. Moving on is just a "default" option. Nothing can substitute the feeling of victory. But sometimes, its just on written...

I stopped going for gigs. I hardly watch artists performing live. When I see em, I see my broken dream. I start feeling the pain all over again.


You'll only walk the walks, you're MEANT to walk. You'll only get stuff, you're MEANT to get.

Till now, I feel incomplete. Of all the aspirations and dreams, one need stands above. The need of "Love"...

Coz

My life's like a half filled glass. Nobody really wants to drink from it. They all think its a wasted one...


Such is my life. *sigh*

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..Life..

My life is always swinging between the light and the shadows. Don't really know if this has just started happening recently or was I always like this.

In the morning, I was feeling awesome. In the evening, I was feeling miserable again. I worked on a track. Felt awesome again. Then realised its not good enough. Felt miserable again.

We keep on living. But our happiness becomes short living.

They call it "Depression". I call it "Life".

Gah.

PS: I've tried to sing one of my favorite songs. I guess I haven't ruined it completely. Hear and bear-

www.soundcloud.com/punkster-101/the-scientist-by-coldplay-vocal-cover

Bleh..

Hi. This is the first post. Won't go with the usual my first post shit.

The purpose of creating this blog is to echo my voice out to the mere
emptiness. The cry maybe a happy or a sad one. Mostly I am in a
cynical mood, so the possibility of the latter type of cry is more.

I've been in a super ugly state of mind lately. I feel, the way I'm supposed to
feel in my mid 50s. Calling a person depressed, is
really easy. Its all due to the these circumstances screwing around
with you. The so called "Normal" people won't understand.

On August 25th 2010, I quit Twitter. A very important part of my life.
But it was an addiction, so its fine. I won't lie. I miss it.

Sometimes you gotta do things you don't like, just to bring out better
and newer possibilities.

I started feeling better. All thanks to this lovely lady. Now, I've
fallen in love with her. She's an angel. Its this love, that's making
me feel better...





Punky loves you, Norah and will always do...
Till the end of time....