Wednesday, May 27, 2009
And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes simply on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No feelings, no Glory
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the dreams
Most of the time
And so it is
The cold getting colder
Did I say that I want to Leave it all behind?
I can't take my mind off you
can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I just can't take my mind of you
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Iris
And I'd give up forever to see you'
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go away right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life'
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like fiction
And you plead just to know you're alive
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go away right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life'
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like fiction
And you plead just to know you're alive
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Wanting Now...
Waiting to see you,
Waiting to meet you,
Waiting to see,
If we have a destiny together.
Waiting to be by your side on this journey,
And to take it through splendidly,
Waiting to explore every aspect,
And swim through side by side.
Waiting to tell you all my dreams,
Which are totally in air,
Waiting for you to disarmingly say,
'C'mon, Lets put base under them.'
Waiting not to just look into eyes,
But to look at a distance together,
Waiting just to hold hands,
And to feel the presence of being.
Wanting to see you,
Wanting to meet you,
Wanting to have
A destiny together
Thursday, September 04, 2008
"The Real Slim Shady"
Though Rappers usually give out-of-tone and nonsense lyrics but sometimes whatever they say between lines is prety interesting.
This song by Eminem is really a good example of what I am talking about. Check out lyrics in small chunks. They are awesome. Par Excellence
Check those wording :)
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me;
who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!
This song by Eminem is really a good example of what I am talking about. Check out lyrics in small chunks. They are awesome. Par Excellence
Check those wording :)
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me;
who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
One more...
The whole conversation brings to mind a similarly vapid email from 2002 in which a girl named Jacqueline Kim gave a lengthy report of her date with a 30-year-old day trader named Casey O'Brien, detailing the make of his car, his apartment and how many people his yacht could carry.
According to the website snopes.com, which specialises in debunking urban myths, that email, sadly, was legitimate
"We heard about Mr. O'Brien's car and boat, his financial well-being, what he looked like, how he dressed, and how he behaved, but nothing about the person. Did he have a sense of humor? Was he at ease with himself? Was he interesting, a good conversationalist, surprisingly vulnerable at odd moments?
(Link: http://www.snopes.com/love/dating/casey.asp)
Outrageously funny and something to ponder on !!
According to the website snopes.com, which specialises in debunking urban myths, that email, sadly, was legitimate
"We heard about Mr. O'Brien's car and boat, his financial well-being, what he looked like, how he dressed, and how he behaved, but nothing about the person. Did he have a sense of humor? Was he at ease with himself? Was he interesting, a good conversationalist, surprisingly vulnerable at odd moments?
(Link: http://www.snopes.com/love/dating/casey.asp)
Outrageously funny and something to ponder on !!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
If
I just love this poem by Rudyard Kipling. It exceeds excellence and can be considered as an epitome of perfection. every line, every word carries a meaning and poem concludes so beautifuly.
Here it goes:
If
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Here it goes:
If
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
When Odds Stack
I am not a star.
There is no halo over my head.
Fate doesn't like the colour of my eyes.
Struggle and strife are old friends of mine.
Who am I ?
I am survival. I am guts. I am pride.
I like odds.
Especially when they're stacked against me.
Because there will come a time, when I will stare them in the eye.
And smile the smile of the one who's pulled it off.
I am the guy who will have deep lines on his face someday.
And it'll make me look good when I laugh.
Because that is the day I will fear no fear.
And taste sweat that is sweet.
And look back for the very first time and say, I did it my way.
The long hard way.
There is no halo over my head.
Fate doesn't like the colour of my eyes.
Struggle and strife are old friends of mine.
Who am I ?
I am survival. I am guts. I am pride.
I like odds.
Especially when they're stacked against me.
Because there will come a time, when I will stare them in the eye.
And smile the smile of the one who's pulled it off.
I am the guy who will have deep lines on his face someday.
And it'll make me look good when I laugh.
Because that is the day I will fear no fear.
And taste sweat that is sweet.
And look back for the very first time and say, I did it my way.
The long hard way.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Human Spirit
My Big Salute to Human Spirit. It seldom gives up and always rises to reach its extremity.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Why ?
"To update or not to update
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the minds to post "
Why do people keep on writing blogs,updating them...when,given the quantum of blogs available on net they might be hardly read.
I think its more about expressing oneself on a public than being read or appreciated or anything else.
Also the medium on which these views are expressed is probably the least controlled one with least amount of policing and restriction and FREE !!!
So next time when you see a blog and comes up with a question-Why ? Do remember its someting less mundane.
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the minds to post "
Why do people keep on writing blogs,updating them...when,given the quantum of blogs available on net they might be hardly read.
I think its more about expressing oneself on a public than being read or appreciated or anything else.
Also the medium on which these views are expressed is probably the least controlled one with least amount of policing and restriction and FREE !!!
So next time when you see a blog and comes up with a question-Why ? Do remember its someting less mundane.
Friday, November 11, 2005
We miss Calvin.....
Masterpieces are not created everyday and sometimes may come in a form which may not be comprehended by all.Calvin and Hobbes created by Bill Watterson a decade ago is such a great example of that.The adjectives like awesome or great also fail to justify the righful place this particular masterpiece has. Well,its a comic strip.
I know some people might think what the hell I am talking about,but just go through a few strips yourself to find out what its all about.Calvin is a child genious(phew! its a wrong word kya? but i do not think there are many words for that ;)
He is a very smart kid...not a dumbass like 'Denise the Menace' or not something hopelessly unromantic like 'Archies'..(Did i make a blunder by saying this..?).Hobbes,the tiger,is his alter ego(I know people perceive Hobbes as a fig of imagination of Calvin) and this whole scene makes the entire comic wonderful.Calvin hates Susie but Hobbes loves her.Susie is another typical six years old girl.We know how gals are...;)
Bill Waterson created this masterpiece almost a decade ago and never allowed commercialization of it.Thats why we never see Calvin Bags,bottles etc etc.But in the later part Bill stoppped writing Calvin and we are left with only a few years of archives of the strip which appeared in newspaper from 90s till 2000.
So ending this whole tribute to a masterpiece and its creater on a sad note....We miss you Calvin and Bill Watterson too.
I know some people might think what the hell I am talking about,but just go through a few strips yourself to find out what its all about.Calvin is a child genious(phew! its a wrong word kya? but i do not think there are many words for that ;)
He is a very smart kid...not a dumbass like 'Denise the Menace' or not something hopelessly unromantic like 'Archies'..(Did i make a blunder by saying this..?).Hobbes,the tiger,is his alter ego(I know people perceive Hobbes as a fig of imagination of Calvin) and this whole scene makes the entire comic wonderful.Calvin hates Susie but Hobbes loves her.Susie is another typical six years old girl.We know how gals are...;)
Bill Waterson created this masterpiece almost a decade ago and never allowed commercialization of it.Thats why we never see Calvin Bags,bottles etc etc.But in the later part Bill stoppped writing Calvin and we are left with only a few years of archives of the strip which appeared in newspaper from 90s till 2000.
So ending this whole tribute to a masterpiece and its creater on a sad note....We miss you Calvin and Bill Watterson too.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Google-Name is enough
Google is something which I always like to talk about and can't stop myself commenting whenever I see an opportunity to do one.Google symbolises struggle,success,strategy(or a tactic).Started as a small company it rocked the mighty empire of MSN and Yahoo! on April 1,2004 when it offered 1 GB of e mail when no one could actually think of it.The biggies were offering 6 MB only and no one was complaining as it was beyond our thoughts to even conceive a 1 GB e mail box yet it was Google and now with Google Talk it has again changed the equations.Yahoo Messenger was forced to upgrade shortly to offer voice talk something which it would have never thought of.
Live Long google for making our live better!!!!