hey there,, everybody..its time to for me to write one again....yup i am here in the US now..experiencing a whole new world,,with a whole new world. Naaah,, for those who thought,, i will be talking about the west side story..be scared no more.I will be talking about nothing of the US in specific. And by the way don't always go by the titles of my posts...sometimes i am in the middle of some thought when i write the title,,and then i go on to write whatever comes to my mind..
So,,its one of those nights when i am really in need of writing something otherwise..its gonna reach the saturation point very very soon.
Hmmmm...its funny past few days...things have made me realised that the greatest shock that a man can get is when he realises his limitations....and even more when he realises them again and again......I dont know how hard it can be to read ayn rand...but the harder thing is to realise that you can't read it and more importantly can't understand it...and then going on to realise that you can't understand anything even other than ayn rand...
Sometimes "all of a sudden"..you get time to think...walking down the road,,or standing in a queue.."you start thinking"...and the strangest part is..you think of things that you normally dont want to think about..coz you dont know what to do about them...or may be too helpless to do anything about them. May not be a lost love..could be anything..but you think...and then...dont know what but something lets you see your whole life in a second..and before that second is over..the road has ended or its your turn at the queue.
Rock music is not anything about changing the world , nor is it about the change in the world...its about what has been static...throughout..its about that one second which had almost made your eyes wet. Its about that gaze that was directed towards the infinity. I listen to rock n roll...for that high...and the truth is I am always left unsatisfied..thirsty for more...
I can come up with innumerable definitions of Love...but none for a Lover...The definitions are variable...but the thing is Love is not variable but the Lover is...How hard can it be to not love your parents.....and how hard can it be to forget them. "I dont know and neither do I."
Who doesnt like jokes....and who wouldn't wanna make them..,,,but what if someday u realised that the one who makes all the jokes is called "a joker". Not that a big a deal...but then u go on to realise that a joker is meant to entertain and that he doesnt have a joker of his own.
Sometimes Surprises are pleasent and sometimes unpleasent ...but there are times when the wondering never ceases.
Destiny is something that..is amazingly incomprehensible...The sucking part is that I always know which way I am going..and yet I believe in destiny and yet I sometimes blame it despite the fact that I knew where i was heading to. But of course its only sometimes...the other times I can just sit n watch the show...which is "so full of some colors".
"Taking it easy" is one thing I have never advised to anyone and probably the reason is that i never knew what it means..and the truth is that i know now,,but since i have been avoiding it for almost all my life now,,I am too much a rookie for it..
I finally found in my mind what i had to write here...it took me all this to finally reach to it...."have you ever felt so miserable that you want to puke your tears out and then breakfree into nowhere"
Feeling miserable is not the problem....the thing is its an experience and a big one,,,A sense of humor is what got u into it and maybe a sense of ease will get u out of it and maybe there wont be anymore "maybe(s)" after that.
and there I am on the road again
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|| In A Rush ||
Flowing air, going where, seems fine, on the surface it seems fine..
He's counting his words across seven seas, she's working all day managing human needs..
So many friends in the line n on the surface they seem fine..
He's dizzy n she strums, both can't wait to join the routine of bums..
Silent but tired all of them, seven branches one stem..
She's a phantom working till late, he's a colleague nursing his state..
On the surface everything is fine n dreams never did cost a dime..
He's losing his creativity, his patience seems to be fine in poetry..
Flowing air is in a rush, in a rush to reach nowhere as such..
"There is a Spanish word ‘duende’, which means a transcendent moment which is very sharp and clear to you but difficult to articulate."
Good old super, after a long time sprouts one of the bakwaas(in the long forgotten sense of the word) that we never did..but then I remember it was Joel who said, "Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating."
random-personal-makes sense...one of the things you'd know i'll notice the "some" in...."so full of some colors" :)
There are some things that I don't get though but won't clarify..maybe someday, I'll reach those answers myself..maybe I get it in thought(or so I think) but not in the words you say it..maybe!
Do not let your fire go out... spark by irreplaceable spark... in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish... in lonley frustration for the life you deserved... but never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists, it is real. It is possible. It is yours.
[Ayn Rand]
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